Date: 4/5/2019

By pollydacron

As a game I was given a bunch of papers to read disturbing psychic images off of. So were many other people. There was a subset of ‘right’ ones you win the game by finding; these would be more disturbing and violent in a particular way. I tried to avoid it but I looked at some. They weren’t as bad as I expected, my vision was line drawings. A syringe. A mask. I hurried back to a coffee shop, my friend on the phone didn’t believe I cared about him