Hey. I'm Arlo. Arlo Sarsons. If you're reading this, I'm sorry, but you've made a terrible life decision. Yeah, seriously-because this? This isn't some cute, feel-good story where everything works out in the end. No. This is a story of chaos, mythological creatures, middle-aged gods with fashion senses so bad it should be a crime, and, oh yeah, a guy with more issues than a broken game console. But hey, I get it-you're curious. You think, "Oh, it can't be that bad, right?" Wrong. If, at any point, you start to feel like you've been here before or you get this strange sensation in your stomach like you've eaten way too many nachos, just stop reading. I mean it. Ignorance, my friend, is bliss. Now, if you're still here, well... don't say I didn't warn you.
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