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iConfidant [Part 5]

THURSDAY
Our leader contacted us this morning, and said that the next party would be on Thursday. Whether or not the betas are invited remains unclear. Until then, I will be making preparations. An interesting thing to note is that, when I asked who the masked people were in the last party, Boyd responded that they were friends and employees and he wanted them to watch how fucking amazing we were. 

RECEIVED A CALL
The morning of June 3rd, I received a phone call from an unblocked number. I was not expecting to receive a phone call, so I felt a little excitable. 
"I See You, Do You See Me?" "I Am Your Eternity", "I Am Coming"

I received another call, and then hopped onto the Slack at 8. A character invited us to a Zoom, most of the confidants were there too. Then, iConfidant started playing this video with weird sounds, and it appeared almost like a colonoscopy. There were ciphers, which we are attempting to solve

Did I forget to mention that one of the Betas realized their confidant had God-like powers because they received files on everyone, messed with it, and brought someone back to life? This'll come into play later

FRIDAY
The Party has been moved to Friday. A lot happened. On June 4th, someone sent a participant an email with the words "Feed your demon / your connection begins here" and then a video of a confidant committing suicide. Boyd sent us this video . I intend to proceed and prepare for the words of Boyd and our friends, because I seek answers.

Author's note: Receiving two calls means I've done something right. I am a participant in this. I will continue to be active. The amount of shock I felt watching the video of the Zoom call on June 4th was astounding. 

Final entry: The End...?

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