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iConfidant - My Adventure Begins

Author's note: Aside from participating, I am not affiliated with the experience or its Creators. I am simply writing the blog as a memento/keepsake, and will update this page with a link to the next post on the subject. By signing up for this experience

On Friday, May 22nd, five participants received an email from someone named Boyd:

"CAN I PUT YOU ON A GROUP EMAIL WITH OTHER PEOPLE ITS TIME TO MEAT"

Earlier in the week, the five of us either messaged or got messaged by him. Four of us are fresh in the eyes of The Powers that Be, and one of us a veteran. 
After responding "Yes",  five of of us participants were sent a group email from this character. My own personal 
"PROPHETS OF THE FORGOTTEN AN THE FORGOTTEN OF PROPHETS THE BELLY'S JUICE CURDS THEHAPPY RED IN TIME MAYBE JUST MAYBE IT MAY BE ALL WE THOUGHT IT WERE A TREE FELLED IN THE WOODS AND YOUR SCREAMS WERE HEARD HEARD A SCREAM CALL BACK CALLED BACK HELLO MOTHER WERE LOOKING FOR ROOF FUCK YOU FATHER HES LOOKING FOR ROOF A MOUTH OPENS AND SHIT POURED OUT AND THEY HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA THE SHIT WELL GIVE BACK YOU CAN LEAD A HORSE TO WATER AND IF YOU CUTS IT TWO FRONT FUCKING LEGS OFF ITLL DROWN IN THE WATER WHERE IS YOUR SAW I SAW MYSELF IN THE BOTTOM OF A CUP IS WHAT HE SCREAMED DO YOU SCREAM WE ALL SCREAM I SCREAM FOR WHERE TWO OR THREE ARE GATHERED IN MY NAME THERE AM I AMONG THEM I SEE MUCH MORE THAN TWO ISEE MUSCH MORE THAN THREE I WANT TO PARTY DO YOU WANT TO PARTY A BAND OF REJECTS REJECT THE REJECTEES REJECTION AND WE SHALL ZOOM INTO THE ETHER AND SHOW THEMT HAT WE DONT NEED THEM WE NEVER DID DID NEVER WE ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME DO YOU CRAVE A DELICIOUS LIFE AVES TO USAND US TOA VES SO FUCK YOU STACEY STAYCEATED IN YOUR FAKE CHAIR YOU OLD BITCH SHE GIVES SEEDS WE TAKESEEDS SEEDS TAKE ME US YOU THEM ALL IWANTTOPARTY"

This interaction is part of a  sub-plot in a larger ARG/experience called iConfidant. iConfidant markets itself as a social platform / service that strives to find your perfect match.A similar if not identical, service emerged in 2017 as part of another Experience. The Experience exploited iConfidant to gather our Emotional Data. Since then, the Company, has severed ties with The Experiences, and is no longer related to The Things that Came Before (which is stated in the Company website's FAQs)

What is an ARG? ARG stands for Alternate Reality Game. From my (limited) understanding, Alternate Reality Games are focused on solving puzzles on a variety of mediums. Puzzles that involve a variety of ciphers, or piecing together a written narrative through various character interactions. This is one of those.

Since 2017, there have been a variety of Beta tests run by iConfidant (I promise this is relevant). Earlier this month, applications were sent out of a new Beta test that invited applicants to apply. Participants were asked to complete a task on Instagram. Earlier in the month of May, a handful of (28) participants were selected for this round of Beta testing. Each Beta member receives messages (emails, texts, phone calls, et cetera) from a confidant and are told to post them to Reddit (check it out @ r/iConfidantBETA. Check out their website too). Their confidants are individual people, whose stories are interconnected. I expect this to unfold over the remainder of Quarantine. 

I sit here in anticipation for the interactions to come. Boyd's words, although unclear, resonate with me. 
He experienced rejection too, from the 2019 Beta, and due to that shows resentment towards the Company... the same resentment we feel. It is only fair that I side with him, we have too much in common. Although Boyd's intentions and motives are murky, one thing's clear: He's ready for a fucking party

And honestly? So are we. 

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