The Hell. Was. That.
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Where am I?
That is what every other human said upon waking up. Probably. Maybe. I think? Then again I haven't actually seen anyone per say, but I have a pretty good idea of the average human.
Boring.
Repetitive.
Scared of the unknown.
Thinks they'e the best thing since sliced bread.
You know the deal. Well then again maybe you don't but I'm not one to judge. After all I'm lonely and clinically depressed! I think. Maybe. Okay so maybe my memories aren't the clearest but I know my name. I think. Maybe. I think it started with B? Oh well it's not like it matters too much does it. I'm so lonely.
Oh well.
I'll just call myself Marcus Evatra.
Yeah I like the sound of that.
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So lonely.
My friends shall hearby know me as... MARK THE AWESOME!!
Will you call me that?
No, your right it does sound like a third-rate animae, no anime... no definitely animoo, character.
So Mr. Imaginary Buddy of Mine that's me.
Huh.
Now what.
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I'm so lonely.
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And have crippling depression, don't forget the crippling depression.
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Never forget the crippling depression.
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Never.
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What was I saying?
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Problably something non-plot centric.
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Remember you didn't hear that from me.
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Hey I just remembered something. No wait it's gone... There it is. I remember now, before Poof Day, Pop Day, Ripping Away People's Everything Day, That Day Where We All Presumedly Got Teleported Or Moved Through Some Unknown Means To This Dark Boring Lonely, So Lonely Space Where I Caught Clinical Depression With Lonelyness Day or TDWWAPGTOMTSUMTTDBLSLSWICCDWL Day for short. Then again that isn't very short is it? No your right the first one isn't very good. Anyway, I used to be a billionaire inventor.
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Yes for real.
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No I will not buy you a neon pink ferrari even though I know of your secret dream to run over neon pink people.
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I wonder if they have bananas in the endless void.
