The New Proxy.

The New Proxy.

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overview quick description: you have a normal decent life, you're happy. Yet one day you have dreams of a man dressed in black who ask you to join him. To join him you must go to the forest, but you don't live anywhere near a forest. Even if you did would you still go? It does seem tempting. descriptive description: You have a normal life, living with you divorced mom and 17-year-old older brother. You are 15-years-old and going to an art school for mainly 2D visual drawing. Your high school, Mastery School for Arts (M.S.A), is in Nookstein, Arizona. This school doesn't only support visual art, but also performing , recording, and film. After school, you stop by you dads house (~5-minute walk from your school) while he's at work until your mom gets off work (~9-10 p.m.) to pick you up. See, simple life. So when you start having lucid dreams about a man wearing all black, you start getting concerned. He tells you every night to join him, to serve under his rule. He asks you to meet him in the forest. That your dark thoughts could become a reality and you can be with "others". One problem, you live in the desert with no forest. Albeit, even if you did live near a forest, would you still give into your dark inner thoughts? It does seem tempting.
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