Pg. 17 Woah! It seems the storms'a brewin'! You can hear many bugs chirping, clicking, chattering, like the earth itself is writhing with millions of tiny secrets. Maybe they know something you don't! Maybe they always have. Tonight, April 2nd, was your FOURTEENTH BIRTHDAY. You didn’t have a party. Not because you didn’t want one... well... okay. Maybe... a little. because But mostly because no one remembered. Or they did, and they just didn’t want to make it weird. But it's always weird, isn’t it? The game SBURB has loomed over you for YEARS at this point. Some sort of digital harbinger of... something. You haven't paid attention to the promo material, even with the amount of times your FRIENDS suggested otherwise. You are paying attention, though. You always are. The bugs get louder. One of them sounds like it’s saying your name! "it’s just your imagination!", you say. You lie a lot to yourself these days.
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