Call me a LARP or Schizophrenic, it will not be the first time. If you do not think those but still do not believe me then just consider this a unique story.
I remember a life before my current one, where I was somewhere else other than here. Where ever I was, from what I can tell, we lived in an alright situation politically. I lived in an area that was basically an alley way with the entrances to houses in it... it was cramped. One day, we learn of a faction or government of some kind who has spoken to our own. Everyone is suspicious about these guys and everybody got really nervous.
One day we hear that our government has just given this other group complete control. They said they are here to help but that is not what the curfews or endless armed patrols said. That is not what all the missing people, who disobeyed one single command from the new order said.
So, my friends and I found a route to one of our houses where we could meet up and talk past curfew, a route that was difficult for them to catch us on. That route got very risky.
The patrol unit members were weird. They wore black outfits and weird masks while carrying guns. The masks were really weird, with big wide lenses and some weird beak at the front but not like a bird, just a long protrusion that gets thinner as it goes.
I decided I wanted to know who these people really were and what they looked like, so I ran up to one of the patrol members and then tore his mask off. There was a scuffle and I did get hurt but the face underneath was just horrific. Like an Octopus or cuttlefish for a face. I think I managed to get away somehow, maybe someone helped me.
I know that some kind of revolution happened and I was a part of it. I know that I have been contacted in THIS life by my friends and I know that I saw those same octopus humanoids. If those things are here, then things are going to get really bad.
Submitted March 08, 2022 at 07:49AM by -Murtons- https://ift.tt/wnd6XWN
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