January 18, 2018

I was playing one of those mass attack games in Starcraft. It was a 5v4 and the majority of my forces were Dragoons and Zealots. The fifth person on our team wasn’t really playing though.

We met up with him on the field on a cloudy day and he was wearing a red down vest. Someone next to me shouted at him about someone’s homework needing to be done. I assumed that he was also a tutor. The man in red told us that he used to be like us, an academic, until one day he “[wanted] to give a fuck” and turned to nature.

We hopped onto his car was was taken down a dark road in the middle of the night. Strange images of cartoon cars would flash by as we drove through the woods. A memory game with a deck of cards was being played. Someone said that he was an illusionist. It was the only way to explain the things happening around us.

When we finally arrive to his place, we were led into an auditorium with a large projector screen. I instinctively walked down to the fourth row and found my backpack on the seat. “How the hell did this get here?” I asked aloud. Immediately after I sat down, someone squished into the seat to the left of me. The seats got increasingly narrow as time went on until they were pressing uncomfortably onto my left shoulder. I asked them if there was really no more space left and they said there wasn’t.