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iConfidant - [Part 3]

Author's note: I'll continue writing here. Might not post until things are talked about on Reddit. You know what? Since my posts are getting too long anyways, I might post whenever something significant happens.  Or post once every few days with new updates? Who knows at this point.

FRESH BLOOD
Two new members have accepted the invite to our party, and have joined our ranks. We are no longer the Five, but Seven. 

A bunch of calls went out last night. Boyd said he had no responsibility in them, but said he understood what they meant.  We asked for hints, but he wouldn't budge. It was morse code, someone solved it. "I  C A N  S E E  Y O U". The question on whether or not they're watching all of us, or those who just got the call, is unknown to me. 

OPPORTUNITY...MISSED?
I called a phone number. A couple of times there was a tune from a Numbers station. A few times, on the other end of the line, I heard breathing. Loud breathing. I could have at least tried to talk to it, but I didn't. Opportunity missed? likely not.

THE CHAIN GROWS...
We received more word from Boyd today. 
"MORE NAMES BOYD CRIES HAPPY TEARS A CLOUD OVER THIRSTY BARREN LANDS BUT WE GROW THICK TALL GREEN WE WILL REACH TO THE SKY AND ALLOW NEW LIFE TO FIND US AND MAKE A HOME WE WILL BE THE MOTHER TO A NEW PLACE A JOYOUS PLACE A BOOZY PLACE AND HAPPY RIVERS WILL RUN THROUGH OUR HEAVY GROWTH AND FEED THE CIVILIZATIONS WEVE FOSTERED MAYBE THEY CUT US DOWN WELL FEED THEM WELL PROVIDE WELL BUILD A HOME FOR A GOOD TIME WELL DO IT HAPPILY AND WHEN THE GREAT MUSIC TRUMPETS ACROSS THE LAND OUR BODIES WILL MOVE AS ONE WON WE WILL WILL IT INTO ACTION YOU ALREADY HAVE THE FIRST BORN OF THE CHAIN WILL IT TO BE I AM PROUD TO CALL YOU THE CHAIN AND WE GLADLY LASH OURSELVES TO THE CHAIN WE LOVE THE CHAIN THE CHAIN LOVES THE CHAIN CHAINS THE CHAIN IS GOOD THE CHAIN WILL BE ENVIED THE CHAIN WILL BE EVERYTHING A CHAIN REACTION OF GREAT PROPORTIONS GRATE US DOWN TO LESSER THAN WE THEN FIND EACH OTHER ONE WELL MELT AN FLOW LIKE A RIVER AS WON WE HAVE IM BUYING PAPER HATS"
The party begins soon. Boyd seemed very happy that we are growing the chain, and inviting more people to party. 

We now have 14 guests attending the party. 

Another important email was received by Boyd: 
WELCOME WELCOME WELCUM HOLD UP YOUR SOUR MASH SING ABOUT THE CHAT CHOO CHOO CAUSE THIS TRAIN TO LEAVE IF A RABBIT IN A FAMILY GETS HURT THE OTHER RABBITS WILL GNAW IT TO PIECES TO PROTECT THE HERD LOOK IT UP AN HAVE YOU EVER HEARD A RABBIT SCREAM ITS A BLOODY KNIFE SCRATCHING ACROSS HARD ICE WE WANT LEATHER WE WANT HAPPINESS WE WANT A GOOD TALL FUCKING DRINK OF WATER WE WANT A GOOD TIME WE WANT A HARD TIME WE WANT ANY TIME WE WANT MORE TIME AND A THREE LEGGED TABLE IS A PRETTY WOBBLY TABLE BUT SOMETHING ELSE USED ITS LEG AS A CRUTCH PUFF PUFF PASS AMEN A MAN BECAME A SHELL AND CLIMED ACROSS THE SAND LIKE SICKENED PARAMECIUM AND IT GREW A FUCKING LEG AND ANOTHER AND ANOTHER AND THEN IT WAS FUCKING THREE LEGGED TABLE YOU DANCE ON TABLES THEY CLIMB TOWERS TRYING TO SAVE THE PRINCESS FROM THE BIG FUCKING DRAGON RUN YOU FOOLS YOULL FIND YOURSELF IN A PAPER ROOM WITH A PAPER DESK WITH A STACK OF PAPER SITTING ON YOUR PAPER CHAIR WITH YOUR LITTLE PAPER SHOES AND THE ONLY WAY OUT IS UP THROUGH A PAPER STAIRCASE BUT WHEN YOUR PAPER WEIGHT STEPS ON THE PAPER STEPS ITS FLIMSY AND WEAK AND PAPER PUFF PUFF AND YOUR WHOLE PAPER WORLD IS GONE IN AN INSTANCE PAPER DONT LAST BUT WE DONT CARE ABOUT YOUR PAPER WORLD WE CARE ABOUT OUR PAPER HATS AND THIS INVISIBLE MONSTER KEEPS US SHUT IN OUR HOMES AND SHIT AND ALL IM THINKING ABOUT IS WHO CAN BRING THE FUCKIN CAKE
I feel this group is going to be a good group. 

We've been messaging Boyd back and forth. Boyd sent us the link to the fuckin Harlem Shake, to get us in the mood for partying. I look forward to hearing from our Boy(d) soon. Boyd was chatty that evening! 

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