Howdy do, people. It’s Pr0xy, tappin in for F4CE because we’re dealing with the usual bullshit over here. We were having a Jurassic Park marathon and F4CE started rambling about “Ian Malcolm has it wrong, DEATH finds a way”. He delivered a whole straight-up monologue about it. Then he started running a low-grade fever with cold sweats. Also seems to be having a lot of brain fog, but there are still moments of lucidity where he says he’s okay. That’s the only thing making me feel like I don’t need to bring him over to urgent care or something. Plus, what do you even fucking say? “Um, please remove the large chunk of my best friend’s brain that has a crystal growing out of it” (not that I know what THAT situation looks like on the inside). If I could get a tincture to fix it at the Halloween store, I would have done it ages ago.
This is just one of the myriad ways he’s been acting even stranger lately. I think he has altogether stopped telling me when he gets a vision from seeing some random object out in the city. Guess it’s time to demand a meet from this Monet guy who responded to our email. I WILL get answers from one or both of the suspects from the Clean Energy Conference.
We’ve made some headway on the formula that Sigma gave us, so we’ll try to post the updated answers we’ve gathered tomorrow. Twin has started doing some higher quality X Spaces with guests every Monday night and I’m thinking I wanna get in on it! I could host one every week too! It would probably be good for my social life honestly since I am like full time caregiver mode right now. I don’t mind! Just saying…
