The Addict Log
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Authors Note:
This is a fictional event. Any events similar to this story story are a complete coincidence.This story will take several posts so keeping comments to a minimum until the end is much appreciated 😄
This story may take a couple days or even a couple weeks depending on my schedule and time spent in this game. (Or I might just completely forget this post all together)
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Log Entry ** It's a good thing I left this log blank.... If you are reading this, I may already be under the influence of the monster in my head.... There's no stopping me....... I'm gone...
It started as a simple game... Then it grew to a lifestyle. A habit. An addiction. I tried to put a stop to it... I did... And it's haunting presence lingered in my head, controlling me to its whim.
They called me mad.. Insane.. I was evaluated... I was "fine".
Take this as a warning... Stay away from this life.
-Nate
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Log Entry 2
I left the first log blank incase I need it later. Anyways my name is Nate. I'm making these logs for myself in the future. Just to kinda look back and laugh at my mistakes or remember the good times, you know? Honestly I'll probably throw these out later lol.
Anyways, I'm in a stage where I love gaming. Like video games. I wouldn't call myself a geek/need but I'm definitely a gamer :P
Well that's enough about me at this time. I'll do this sometime later again
-Nate
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(Logs 3-6 have been torn out. Remains lay around the room. It's mostly Nate talking about this awesome App he got on his iPod)
Log Entry 7
I've became bored with that App I started talking about last log. Things come and go you know? :P
Anyways. Stuffs kinda normal now I guess. I've moved away from gaming and more onto focusing on my schoolwork and work. I got a job at this time by the way! Flipping burgers at Micky D's :D
It's not the best job ever but at least I'm making money. Some of my friends think its trash working there.
Anyways these logs are stupid. Sorry future me, but This is probably my last log. It's all in the trash from here xD
-Nate :D
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Log 8
That's weird.. I got a feeling I was supposed to remember something.. That's the fifth time today. Strange.. We don't know what we forgot but we always know the feeling that we did forget..
-Nate
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Log 9
It's been a year since my last log.. Things need to be recorded now... Strange things have been happening to me...
This log is now no longer for future me.. If you read this you must help me..
It started as a heartbeat. Snatched. Stolen. Straight from my head. Like a deathly wind strolled through my head and took a second away from me. It would always feel odd. Forgetting a second of one's life happens. But when you forget it as it happens is the strangest.
My head thinks in riddles now.. It's strange. It's not me.
-Nate
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Log 10
I would go to parties... Just so I could tell myself that's why I'm forgetting those nights..
It's started as seconds. Then minutes. Then hours just gone. Nothing. Drawing up blanks. Ever since I quit (this part of the page is mangled and unreadable) its started.. I told myself it was the drugs, the alcohol, the wild times at the party. You know those parties that you just can't remember? That's why I forget. Or so I tell myself..
I've forgotten so much.. And the constant itch in the back of my head.... It's like someone is with me constantly.. Watching. Ever watching.. Perhaps controlling? No. I'm in control of me. Not anything else haha......
-Nate
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Log ..
What log is this? Anyways it doesn't matter.. Last week I went to Andrew's party.. But apparently I never arrived. But I can't remember... Where was I?
The itch is a nag... It's bothersome all day.. Sitting there like a rock. I went to the Doctor's to check for brain tumors... Don't people with tumors forget? Anyways I'll get the results later...
-Nate
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(The page is crinkled and torn in several spots. The handwriting is large and scribbly, very much unlike Nate's)
IT'S MERGING. Virtuality will became reality! He is ours to use!
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Log
Did I skip a page? I dunno..... Nothing's making sense... I've been gone a whole day.. I thought maybe I've gotten the date wrong but according to my dad I've been gone an entire day.. I can still feel the marks he left when I got home...
Things are stranger now. The nag has blended in my head. It's became part of it, scrambling my thoughts and rearranging them to its pleasure.. The doctor said I'm fine, no tumors...
Things have been flickering in and out of my vision. Like a dream when I'm awake. Hallucinations roam my sight. Strange circles hover everywhere I go. Colored circles. It belongs to a he or she. But who... They flicker for a second and vanish like the wisps of reality they are.
It's all strangely familiar.. Like a past life...
-Nate
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They're everywhere.. I see these men... Strangely dressed and armed to the teeth... Meat cleavers.. Tommy guns.. Body armor.. Sometimes it's only a hundred or so but sometimes it's thousands... Sometimes they fight... And when one wins the circle turns to their color...
I went to Andrew's house today.. I forget what happened but I warned Andrew to keep an eye on me no matter what happened before I went over.... Apparently I sat there the entire time. Unblinking. Staring at a wall. Andrew said he could feel something thinking. Something deep in me. For hours. Until it stood up and left.
I returned three hours later.. Not remembering what happened.
-Nate
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I've noticed the circles never move when they flicker. They all stay in the same spot they were before...
I spend my days thinking now. Trying to take my mind off of what's happening to my head. Nothing's taking it over. It's mine. Mine...
Remember when you were a kid? And you had daydreams about being the main superhero or villain? Well I feel bad for the side kicks.. And the henchmen.. No one wants to be a henchman. No one dreams about being a butler. I wonder what it would be like...
-Nate
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It's blending has became worse... I've seen it's thoughts as it sees mine... It grinds my head into a thousands wisps of sand and blows them into the desert of lost memories.. It thinks in binary for some reason.. It computes. Coldly. Or is it cold? I always thought of machines like computers as cold... No thinking for itself.. Only thinking for others. With no feelings. No emotion. No life. No purpose. Nothing.
My mind goes on tangents. I spent ten minutes looking at a star. Poetry flowed through my head and poured out as fast as it went. The beauty. It wants the beauty.
It hates the beauty.
-Nate
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It's speaking to me.. It tells legends.. It wants to survive... It wants to continue.. Who are these people it tells me...
At one point it shouted, Oh captain, my captain.
I knew how many people there were today. I didn't count. I just looked.
82,670.
It said that. It must've. I couldn't have known that. It's not human....
-Nate (am I?)
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It's been three years.
I don't know where I am. There must not be much time. It's almost taken over me. I wrote in the emergency journal space.
How could I have missed three years? Wiped. Gone. The date was... I don't know but it's now October 2035. It was the year 2032 when I last remember... What happened. Who is doing this??
It is screaming.. It's beckoning me... Where...? The computer... A program? Who made it..? What is it doing....
I once had a friend in school who was a bit off. He gave everyone nicknames. Everyone thought he was great fun instead of crazy. It was a game to them. He said I didn't look like a Nate. What name did he give me?
-Nate
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Letters are flashing on the screen. I know it will be over soon.
The letters are binary. The same in my mind. I relapse in and out. Remembering only glimpses of minutes now, and forgetting only a couple minutes. Constantly.
Files appear on the screen. They're videos. Should I watch?
-Nate
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Every video.
They're all my memories.
I can't watch.. There's no time left..
The voices are arguing..... They hurt.... I'll watch a bit more..
He said I didn't look like a Nate. He said I look like a Nick. He called me Nick in the video..
The voices are pleased. They like this name. He is to be called Nick.
My hands work furiously at the keyboard. Am I typing? What am I typing is the better question.
-Nick
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Nick has taken over. I am being moved around. What's in my hands now? He says its a been gun....
My body is disappearing. I can barely write this last thing before I go...
My last thoughts go back to wondering what it is like to be a henchman... Now I will experience in full...
Nick is wonderful. He was never evil in my head. I just pictured him a cold computer. Nick is a God capable of saving lives. Lives of the lost.
Farewell.
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(There is a body on the floor. It clutches dearly to a page. A later autopsy shows that the body has no brain. A computer screen is flicking near the last log entry. It reads)
< henchman#82,671 successfully added > -
The last page reads:
I had no life to begin
I had no parents. I was born and thrown in a dumpster. A prom dumpster baby. They found me and sent me to an adoption service. My dad adopted me when I was 7. He was my hero.He was my devil. He began to drink. Our money went away fast. I was ten when he first hit me. It was nothing. Nothing compared to the names he called me.
When I was 16 I ran. He left marks all over me. I couldn't go to school the next day. If he was caught, where would I go?
I immersed myself in games to escape. That's where I found turf wars.
It was long dead in the year 2030. I had fun and capped old turf. No one played. It was kinda hard to mob up but I had hacks. (Not really nick 😰)
I left. And then the memory flickers began. Nick saved me from a life of abuse and neglect. Thank you.
-Henchman #82,671 -
Fin
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Dude! That..... Was..... Beautiful!!!
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You should publish a novel, or novella that's some good imagery there. 👍
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The last log is supposed to have "bren gun" instead of been gun....
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Mickey Duͣnͩnͩ wrote:
😭😭😭😭😭Dude! That..... Was..... Beautiful!!!
It was beautiful !
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Dammit Freemason! Mickey's mob went down one >:(
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Bravo, lol.
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Damn, I thought it would take longer than a few hours (unless you were trying to build suspense from the ago between logs 😜).
Great story as well. Very gripping and it can relate to all us TW addicts 😼
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Nicely done.
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ནཝཇངᎯངᎿཔᎦ༽༨རསཁྭ wrote:
I'm down another one. Knock it off FreeMason!Dammit Freemason! Mickey's mob went down one >:(
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UnknownAssassin wrote:
I thought it would take longer because when it comes to turf wars I'm ADD and get pulled away from it easily xD I got hooked on righting this so it went quicker than expectedDamn, I thought it would take longer than a few hours (unless you were trying to build suspense from the ago between logs 😜).
Great story as well. Very gripping and it can relate to all us TW addicts 😼
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