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Ongoing, First published Nov 20, 2017
Mature
Your life has been turned upside down. You are not who you think you are. How do you proceed?
A ) Ignore, ignore, ignore.
B ) Do a lot of drugs.
C ) Seek out a desert witch to help you tap into your memories, or lack thereof. 
D ) All of the above. 
If you answered D, Welcome to Hell. Here are some things to keep in mind while on this shit - fest. First, you are not human. This might be the most important. Never forget it. Not even for a second. Second, life is not what it appears to be. Your life, specifically. Your memories don't belong to you. Third, your parents aren't really your parents. I know. Maybe take a breather. This will get ugly. Fourth, the people you used to refer to as "mom" and "dad"? They did this to you. Scientists gone mad. You can't trust them. Fifth, they're going to be looking for you. Mommy and Daddy and the rest of the fucked up lot. You can't let them find you. Are you still paying attention, Barbara? Okay, good. Run.
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