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The Void Chapter Five: Explanation

Hello. My name is Marc. I am the only person unlucky enough to have been trapped in the Void for one whole year. I am documenting the time I spent in the Void. I’m sorry about the cliffhanger last week. I’ll get right back into it for you guys. Here it goes. Day Nine (Still). Me, Norman, Richard, and Superintendent Arnolds sat around the table. We were all breathing heavy from what had just happened. “Okay… I’m going to start at the beginning so that no one is confused. Is that okay, Arnolds?” Richard asked “Fine. Just don’t expect more than five minutes.” “Alright.. .So… Marc,” Richards turned towards me for this part as I was the only one who didn’t know this part. “I’m sure you have been noticing... Things being… different lately? Specifically the past nine days?” “Obviously” I replied. “Okay… Well, that would be because you aren’t really… in… your world anymore, Marc…” Richard said very delicately. “... riiiight… you know, that does actually explain a lot, Richard.” I said sarcastically. I didn’t believe him one bit. “Marc, I know this sounds ridiculous. Arnolds didn’t believe me either when I told him. Tell him, Arnolds.” Said Richard, sliding his seat back to let Arnolds speak. “Yep. He’s right, son. It’s a crappy situation but it’s the truth.” Arnolds said, seemingly calmed down from a minute ago when he was ready to tase me. “Oh, so you two are from my world, too? We all three are just trapped here?” I asked mockingly. “Well… Uhm…” Richard mumbled. “I, uh… Well, Marc, here is how it works. In your world, it goes Thursday, Friday, Saturday, right? Well, between every Thursday and Friday, a portal opens to your world, takes seven-hundred of your people, and puts them in this world for twenty-four hours. We call these twenty-four hours Voiday. That’s one of the days of the week here, actually. So the seven-hundred people arrive here, and this world quickly puts in duplicates of every other person not included in the seven-hundred so that these people do not even know that anything has changed. Then at the end of the twenty-four hours, everyone goes back to their world, and the duplicates are placed in… storage…” Richard gave Arnolds a funny look. “Then everything goes back to normal. No one knows why all of this happens, but it’s been going on for centuries.” I sat in my chair staring at Richard as if he was crazy. I finally stood up to face the wall and rubbed my face. “This is the biggest load of crap anyone’s ever told me… but for some reason… a part of me knows you’re telling the truth… something inside me…” I said, trying not to run to the trash can and throw up. “... So why am I still here? Why didn’t I get put back as soon as my twenty-four hours were up?” “That’s the part I don’t know. There is a lot of confusing things we are trying to figure out right now, Marc.” Richard explained. “What else is happening?” I asked. “Well… for starters, I am not a duplicate. I was created by the Void itself. Completely original. As far as any of us know, that isn’t possible. We don’t know what it means, so we keep it a secret. Only us four know” Richard said quietly. “The Void? What is that, this world’s god?” I asked as I sat back down. “No. Not really. Well… I never thought of it like that.” Richard looked at Arnolds and then looked down. “We don’t even really know what it is.” “Okay…” I said with a shaky voice. “Well… what about Norman and Arnolds, what is their deal?” Richard looked over at Norman who had fallen asleep in his chair. “Uhm… He is, uh… He is a whole different story. Arnolds is just a duplicate who knew something was off and cornered me to find out what is going on. Now he knows, obviously. Again, Norman is a long story that I should probably talk to Arnolds in private about.” “No no no, hey. You said you would explain everything to all of us. I’m not going anywhere, you tell us what his deal is right now!” I shouted. Richard looked at Arnolds with an annoyed expression. “Okay… fine. I just… won’t go into that much detail without his permission.” “Well, let’s get permission,” I said, walking towards the penguin to wake him up. Arnolds and Richard jumped up to stop me. “No! Don’t wake him!” screamed Richard. “He doesn’t like being woke up” “He’s a penguin, for God’s sake!” I yelled back. “He will kill you,” said Arnolds. “Wha- no, no, I don’t think a freaking penguin will kill me, Arnolds” I said taking a step forward. “Marc, sit down right now!” demanded Richard. “Okay, fine. Whatever, just… explain the penguin, Richard.” I muttered as I took my seat again. “Thank you,” Richard said as him and Arnolds sat back down. “Okay. Norman… was a man in your world. He was actually in prison… for killing someone… and then nine days ago when the Void went all out of wack, he was brought here… as a penguin… who can speak sometimes. As he told you before, it’s completely random when he can and when he cannot. For some reason, when he woke up as a penguin, he was in my home. He told me that if I didn’t help him, he would tell everyone my secret… that I’m a duplicate of nothing. So I agreed. I got the job here at the jail to help him find who he is looking for.” “Just who is he looking for, Richard?” I asked him, afraid to know the answer. “Well… He is looking for the person he killed in your world. The Void made a duplicate of him, and Norman wants to kill him again. Whatever it takes.” Richard replied. “What, and you’re helping him?” I asked him. “You don’t know the whole story, Ian,” Richard said standing up. I stood up, too. “Yeah, because you won’t tell me. And my name is Marc, Richard, you know this. Why does everyone call me Ian?” “Sorry, Marc. These are confusing times for everyone.” Richard said, trying to calm me down. “Listen, Marc,” Richard said while gesturing for me to sit back down. “There is one more thing I need to tell you... Marc, the Void puts us in storage when we aren’t being used, as I have said earlier. Well, because you have been stuck here for nine days without leaving, every single one of us is needed… See, the storage is how we sleep. So all of the duplicates very angry about you overstaying your welcome. Which isn’t your fault, but... It’s causing them to… be restless… I guess you could say… Marc… I think you need to keep a low profile until we figure all of this out.” “... I haven’t been doing anything besides work and sleep anyways… I can do that.” I replied. “Well,” Arnolds interrupted, checking his watch. “Your five minutes are up.” Arnolds stood up pulling his taser from his holster. “Wait, Arnolds, wait. Don’t you think we can just work together on this? Figure all this out? Frying a penguin isn’t going to solve any of our problems” Richard begged. “Yes it will, Dick, he is trying to kill one of my inmates!” shouted Arnolds. “Okay… You’re right, it would, but please just work with us. We could all benefit a lot more by working with each other. Right, man?” Richard insisted, putting his hand on the taser and slowly lowering it. “... Fine… But I’m not promising I won’t fry that thing as soon as everything clears itself up.” Arnolds said, holstering his weapon. After a moment of tense silence, Norman woke up, unable to speak. Arnolds left the room. Norman, Richard, and I stood there looking at each other for what felt like hours. I left when Richard started hiding Norman in his trench coat to walk him out of the jail. I went home and crawled in bed. I looked at the baguettes for a long two minutes. In a way, they were my closest friends. I certainly can’t sleep without them. I cuddled up to them and fell asleep, feeling both relieved that I knew what was happening, and terrified that I’m on every duplicate’s hit-list. Well, it’s getting late and I need to go shower. I smell like beef and mushrooms from my trip to the Void last night. Ew. Have a good week, and thanks for reading. Marc out.

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The Void Chapter Four: The Sometimes-Talking Penguin

Hello, there. My name is Marc. I am the only person unlucky enough to have been drafted into Voiday and get stuck there for one year. I am documenting my work to both help me and anyone else who has been going to the Void but can't remember it. In the last couple of weeks, I have been covering my first two days there. I don't think anyone wants to hear every single day of my life for one whole year, so in this chapter, I'll be jumping ahead about a week. I hope you enjoy and get something out of it.

Day Nine By this time, things had slowly been getting creepier and creepier. I could not figure out why. I thought I was losing my mind. I woke up on my ninth day and did my usual routine. Set aside my baguettes, ate, got dressed. I should probably mention, remember my missing car? Yeah, it came back covered in blood and organs two days later. Don’t worry, I scrubbed it for hours. I would just buy a new car, but I am not exactly a rich person. Anyways, I pulled into work to see Richard going inside. He was walking in a very strange manner, almost a form of waddle. I got out of my car. He was struggling to open the door because he was so busy holding his trench coat closed. "Wait a minute," I thought. "Since when does Richard wear a long grey trench coat?"

I ran up and opened the door for him. As soon as I did, he looked up and smiled. Although his mouth stayed closed, I heard a grizzly voice murmur a thank you. “Excuse me?” I said, knowing what he said, but confused how he said it and why he sounded so different. Richard has always been more soft-spoken since I’ve known him. "Huh? Nothing. gotta go!" He shouted as he ran down the hall to the restroom.

Confused, I walked into my office. There was another note. Lately, all of the notes have been from Sheriff Torrens asking me to find him and answer some questions he has. After a few days of weird interactions with him, I decided to stop going to his office when I received the notes. He never confronted me about ignoring his notes, so I assumed he just forgot he was leaving them. But this one was different.

“Marc, please stop treating me this way. I need you to pull it together and be a man. Especially with Halloween coming up. Sheriff Torrens” This note didn’t make any sense. Halloween wasn’t for another four months. I threw away the note and walked to Torrens’ office. The door was open and he was sitting at his desk eating a bag of chips. He looked up to see me and jumped out of his seat, throwing the bag of chips in all the commotion. “Marc! Where have you been? I was so worried about you.” He yelled as he ran at me arms open. “Gah, Sheriff, no! Please, what the heck are you doing?” I said as soon as he stepped out from behind his office. There he was, standing in his fancy suit with no pants on. “What do you mean? I’m free. You could be, too, Marc.” He replied as he pointed at me. He turned back around and sat down again, still pointing. “You know, Marc, my father always used to tell me tha-” He froze, staring at me with his finger out and mouth open. He didn’t move for a long time, so I did what I always do when stuff like this happens. I left. On my way back I decided to stop by interrogations. I heard one of their computers had been running slow. I opened the door to see Richard standing in one of the rooms. He had removed his trench coat and he was looking down talking to the floor. I entered the interrogation room he was in and asked if he was okay. He spun around in a panic. “Yes! Fine! Thanks, Ian! All good!” He said. He was sweating bullets and he looked like he had seen a ghost. From behind him, I heard that voice again. “He’s going to find out sometime, Richard.” said the voice. “My name is Marc, Richard. You know that. Who said that? What am I going to find out?” I asked. “That…” He muttered. He could barely speak he was so nervous. “... I brought a talking penguin to the jail…” From out behind him walked a little penguin. He looked up at me with the most innocent look. I laughed and then looked at Richard. He wasn’t laughing. “What? You’ve never seen a sometimes-talking penguin before?” growled the penguin. “Wha- you… You’re a talking penguin…?” I asked looking back and forth from Richard to the little angry creature. "Sometimes-talking," he said condescendingly. "It has no rhyme or reason. Sometimes I can talk, sometimes I can't. Richard is lucky that I can right now, or else he'd look like a fool."

I stood there in shock. I couldn’t fathom a talking animal, no matter what weird stuff had been happening lately. “H-hey Richard? Why is he talking?” I asked. “His name is Norman. He has been living with me for nine days. He threatened to tell my secret if I didn’t bring him with me to work today. He wants to access some files about a convict we keep here.” Richard replied. “Whoah, what? Secret? Files? What is going on here, Richard? Tell me right now or I’ll tell Sheriff Torrens that you brought a freaking penguin into the jail.” I shouted "Alright, fine, I will explain," said Richard as he pulled out a chair from the interrogation table and sat down. "I don't know where to start. Nine days ago I-" Richard was cut off by banging on the door.

I walked over and opened it, and right when I did, Superintendent Arnolds marched in. “I found you, you little menace!” he screamed waving a taser at the penguin. Richard stood up in front of him, guarding Norman. "Hey, whoa, calm down! You know what we've all been through. He is just as confused as the rest of us. Well, maybe not Marc, he seems more lost than all of us."

“Excuse me?” I said, walking towards Richard. “Stand down, Marc, this doesn’t concern you!” yelled Arnolds pointing his taser at me. “Put that thing away before you hurt someone, Arnolds!” demanded Richard. “Yeah, put it away before I take it and-” said Norman, interrupted by Richard. “Shut up, Norman! Can’t we all just take a deep breath and talk about this?” Richard pleaded. The room went silent. Norman waddled to face the opposite way of Arnolds and grunted. Arnolds holstered his taser and rubbed his face, sighing loudly. “You have ten minutes. If I don’t like what you say, I fry all three of you.” Said Arnolds with his hand guarding his taser. “That’s all I need” Richard assured him. “I think…” Well, I think that’s a good place to leave off for now. I need to go get some groceries, I haven’t eaten in a few days. Thank you for reading this. if you even are reading this. Marc out.

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The Void Chapter Three: Richard

    Hello, there. My name is Marc. I am the only person unlucky enough to have been trapped in the Void for one whole year. If you read the previous chapters (If you didn’t, what are you doing here?) you’ll know that the Void is an alternate reality where seven-hundred people are taken out of our world and thrown into a day between Thursday and Friday. I am documenting my time there in hopes of helping anyone who has been stuck there and also to help myself maybe.    Day Two    I woke up with my baguettes and a pounding headache. I looked at my alarm clock. I was supposed to be at work forty-three minutes ago. I jumped out of my bed, threw on my clothes, and raced out the door. As I was texting my boss to say I’m sorry I’m late and I’m on my way I looked up to unlock my car. Which would, of course, require there to be a car in my driveway. Someone had stolen my car.    “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said annoyingly as I ran to my garage. I pulled my bike out of storage and rushed to the jail. I arrived an hour and twenty-one minutes late, but no one seemed to care. I got to my office to see a note. “Come to my office asap - Sheriff” On my way to his office, I saw Superintendent Arnolds holding his unplugged desktop and facing the window gazing out into the trees. “You okay, Arnolds?” I asked “Yes… Yes, I’m okay… Do you believe in God, Ian?” he asked me as he turned around to face me. “M-my name is Marc, sir. You know that.” I replied “Ah… yes… Marc. So, do you? Believe in God?” he asked again “... Is there a problem with your desktop. Arnolds?” I asked, hoping to change the subject. I knew he was an atheist and didn’t want to cause an argument. “Oh… No… I was just about to take it on a walk. I’ll be back in two minutes.” He mumbled before walking out of the building. I got to the Sheriff’s office and knocked on the door. “Gahhhhh! Don’t come in here! I’m very talking to Gary Busey on Facebook!” I heard the Sheriff scream in a panicked voice. “Oh, a-alright. I’ll be out here” I said. An hour passed before the door opened. The Sheriff rushed out the door throwing on a jacket and running down the hallway. He went around the corner as I called his name. I heard his footsteps stop as soon as he got out of my eyesight. He came calmly walking back my way and removed his jacket. “Ah, Marc. I’ve been waiting quite some time on you. Please, step into my office.” He said sounding somewhat upset. “I knocked on your… Okay, sorry, sir.” I walked into his office and sat down in one of the chairs across from his desk. The Sheriff sat down, started to ask me a question and then slammed his head on his desk before he could finish. “Sir, are you alright?” I asked as I stood up in shock Blood dripping from his forehead he looked up at me and replied “Yes, I’m fine. Just a bit weird today. It’s completely normal and all under control. Nothing weird here, Marc.” He leaned down under his desk and pulled out a pillow. He adjusted it perfectly on his desk, laid down his head, and fell asleep. I didn’t know what to do, so I waited a few minutes and then walked back to my office. The sticky note that was there from Sheriff Torrens was missing. I shrugged it off. I could have thrown it away without remembering, I suppose. Right when I sat down, I heard a knock on my door. I shouted for whoever knocked to come on in. A man in a jail officer uniform walked in. I had never seen him before in my life. I could tell he wasn’t a new guy, and I know every officer that works in this building. I figured with how stressed and lost I had been lately that he was one of the employees that I just saw less than others but did in fact know. Something about him seemed strangely familiar. I quickly read his nametag. Richard. I wanted to at least pretend I knew him in case I was right. “Hey, Richard, have a seat. How can I help you?” I asked enthusiastically trying to hide my confusion “Hi, Marc. I was wondering if you could fix my phone. It won’t connect to the jail wi-fi.” He said with a friendly tone as if we had been friends for a long time. “Sure. Let me see.” I replied. I got connected on my first try. “Hm. Worked fine for me. Maybe you entered the password wrong?” I asked politely. “Hah, yeah, probably. I’ve been known to make that kind of mistake before” he replied as he stood up and grabbed his phone. We both gave a polite chuckle and he backed up to the door. “Well, thanks for the help. See you around, bud!” He said as he shut my door. “How weird,” I thought. “I swear he isn’t employed here, but something about him is so familiar… Oh well, what do I know? I’m just the IT guy”. After I got back from my late lunch, I went down to master control. Officers Ford and Vega were on duty. Ford was a ripped tattoo wearing beast that could rip me in half but took to liking me. Vega was a small, skinny, honestly border-line pathetic guy. No one really knows how he got the job. Despite their differences, Ford and Vega got along quite nicely. Standing by them in the shadows of where the lights ( before I get crap for not doing my job, lights are the maintenance guy’s division) had gone out on that side of the room stood a silhouette of a man. He was tall, kind of built, and stood with his arms crossed watching the monitors of the suicide watch inmates. I knew the figure right away. It was Richard, from earlier that day. I couldn’t figure out what about this Richard guy was so familiar. “Everything good over here? I know things just magically break on their own whenever Ford is working.” I said in a joking manner. “Go away, Marc,” said Vega without even turning around. I was surprised to hear Vega say that. Me, Ford, and Vega are always messing around with each other. I stood there for a minute, but Ford and Vega just kept facing the other way not saying a word. I looked at Richard who was now on his phone texting. He looked up at me, smiled, and gave me a nod. I nodded back and then headed back to my office. I couldn’t help but keep thinking about that situation. Did I do something to make them mad? Was Vega upset that I was late? I got back to my office and clocked out. I was getting dizzy and needed to go home early. It was a slow day and no one needed much help. I got home, ate my tv dinner, and got in my bed. Before I even closed my eyes I turned my head and saw the two baguettes. I quickly grabbed them and held them close. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. Alright, guys, I’m sorry that it was a long one. That was a crazy day for me. Thank you for reading this, and I hope you are getting something out of all of this. Have a good week. Marc Out

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The Void Chapter Two: About the Void

Hello, there. My name is Marc. I am the only person unlucky enough to have been drafted into the Void for one whole year and I’m still going back every week. I had to cut my last chapter short due to lack of sleep, but in this one, I hope to elaborate on just exactly goes on in the Void. I guess the most surprising thing to me is that on first glance, you wouldn’t even know that you shifted realities. It is set up just like our world. The only difference is that some animals are missing in the Void. Also, there are holes in certain foundations that you need to avoid, or else you’ll fall for eternity. The confusing thing is that along with everything else that looks the same as our world, the people are the same, too. Well, kind of. I have taken to calling them “Voiders”.

   See, the Void doesn’t want people to know that it isn’t the real world so it provides duplicates of everyone on Earth. When it selects the weekly seven-hundred humans, it erases the duplicates of those people until they leave after their twenty-four hours are up. Now, the Void, for the most part, is pretty good at making Voiders to look and act like their earthly counterparts, but sometimes it straight-up screws them up in every way. Some are missing body parts, some become insane, some are turned into a different species entirely. I don’t want to dwell on this for too long and bore everyone. I know it’s confusing and unbelievable, but you will pick up on things as I go. I’ve been going back and forth in my head on whether to talk about my one year in the Void or to cover my week-to-week experiences. I may end up jumping from one to the other, but I have decided to mainly talk about my one year. I’m just going to jump right into this from day one.

   Day One

   I woke up in my bed firmly hugging two baguettes. I was fairly confused as to how I went to sleep with two baguettes and didn’t even remember doing it, but I didn’t put it past myself. I placed them on my nightstand and walked to the kitchen for my breakfast before I got ready for work. Now that I think of it, I forgot to mention anything about my life and what I do. I work as an IT guy for the local jail. I am a painfully normal person. I wake up, go to work, go home, eat, play some video games, and go to bed. Apologies for forgetting to put that out there and also for being so vague about myself. I don’t exactly want to give away too much information. I got dressed after my cereal and milk (That looked strangely like cockroaches and tasted like Lysol wipes) and got dressed for work. I walked to my car and waved to my neighbor just like I do every morning. He looked at me, threw up, then reached down to his own vomit. He held up a golden chain of some sort, smiled, and waved back before he went inside. Stunned, I got back into my car. As soon as I got to the next stop sign, I saw a sheep standing in somebody’s yard. I know that doesn’t sound too crazy, but I live in the middle of a small town. Seeing a sheep in someone’s yard isn’t really normal. I made it four more blocks without anything weird happening, but then on my next turn, I had to slam the breaks. Down the street was a naked man throwing apples into people’s windows and at their heads. He was screaming “When will it end? Have an apple, but when will it end?!?”. At this point, I suspected that today wasn’t just a really weird day. I put my car in reverse and went a different way. I got to the jail and saw the sheriff walking out the door. I quickly parked and ran up to him to talk to him.

   “Hey, Sheriff! I have to ask you something. Have you noticed anything weird going on today?” I asked Sheriff Torrens.

   “Weird?” he said as he turned around to face me. “No. Nothing weird here. I haven’t noticed anything weird going on today. I would have noticed if anything was weird, but nothing has been weird today. Everything has been pretty normal. Nothing weird. Have a good day, Marc”

   “Okayyyy…. You, too, Sheriff.” I told him as he shut his car door in my face.

   I walked inside and saw superintendent Arnolds standing in front of a wall. The wall was covered in red strings and polaroids and newspaper clippings

“Good morning, Arnolds. Trying to catch the bad guys?” I said jokingly

He said nothing. I stood there for all of sixty seconds before I awkwardly walked away. Strangely enough, the rest of my day was just your average day. No one really acted differently, and I didn’t see anything crazy on my way home. As I got ready for bed, I told myself that I am just tired and that’s why things seemed so weird this morning. I told myself tomorrow would be better, and I crawled into bed. After a few hours of not being able to sleep, I rolled over and saw my mystery baguettes. I stared at them for what seemed like days before I reluctantly grabbed them and held them against my chest as I closed my eyes. I instantly fell asleep just in time to get three hours of sleep before I needed to get up for work.

I think this is a good place to call it quits. It just hit two-thirty AM, and I have a meeting tomorrow. If any of you are even still reading this, I would like to thank you very much. I will be releasing this chapter the same day as my first one, but after this, I will be releasing them weekly every Friday. I hope you have a good week and that you all stay safe out there. Marc out

[marcfromthevoid-blog]

The Void Chapter One: Introduction

Hello, there. My name is Marc. I don’t exactly know where to start, so I might as well just jump right into it. I am a select few out of a couple hundred who knows about a certain phenomenon that those of us who have experienced call Voiday. I don’t really know how to explain to you what that is without you thinking I’m totally insane. What if I told you that there was actually eight days in a week? See, Voiday is… Well, it is the day between Thursday and Friday that only happens for a few people. Every Thursday night when the clock hits twelve ‘o’ clock, time stands still for everyone who has not been selected for this week’s Voiday. Then the Void (I’ll explain what that even is later) chooses a handful, seven-hundred people to be exact, to be put into this weekly event for twenty-four hours. When it is over, everything goes back to normal. Those seven-hundred people are put back into our world if they survived and Friday starts. For the other people in the world, nothing has changed in the slightest.

I assume I’ve already lost most of my readers, but as crazy as it sounds, it is true. I bet you’re wondering “If this is all honest-to-god truth, why is he the only person talking about it?”. Well, yes, that is a good question. About three years ago I experienced Voiday for the first time. Of course, the way Voiday works is confusing. You enter, you live through the twenty-four hours, you come back to reality and barely remember a thing. What you do remember usually ends up feeling like a really strange dream. That’s how it was for me at first. Until it happened again the next week. Let me tell you, the chances of that are extremely slim. Seven point five-billion people in the world. Only seven-hundred a week. There is no way I should have been picked twice. Let alone twice in a row. I shrugged it off as another freaky dream and went about my life. Next week came around and it happened again. Only this time, I didn’t wake up in my world on Friday. From what I can pick up, the void is an alternate reality that is always there but somehow a portal opens to our reality every Thursday night at midnight and sucks some of us in and kicks us out in one day and then the portal closes and we all go back to our lives. Well, I believe that the portal forgot to or intentionally left me there. As a matter of fact, I was there for one whole year.

I tried to move on when I got out. A lot of crazy stuff happened while I was there. It got to me a lot, which is why I’m writing this to maybe see if getting it off of my chest helps me any. Plus, I researched this. I am the only one who was there long enough to remember it beyond some crazy night terror or dream. I am making it my goal to figure out why the Void always picks me, and I want to document my discoveries along the way. Anyways, after I got out, I was free from it for about a month and a half. One Thursday night when I went to sleep I woke up in the Void. I could remember it just like any other day. I’ve been getting what we have taken to calling “drafted” every Voiday since. I was released from my one-year-captivity about six months ago, so I am pretty well familiar with Voiday and the Void and all of that by now. I better wrap this up, I need to get to sleep. I just got back from the void and I’m tired. Going into Voiday means you get no sleep between work on Thursday and work on Friday. I will upload the next chapter sometime next week. I’m sure those of you still reading this have questions that I hope to answer in my next installment of this public documentation. I hope enough of you believe me or if you have been there and don’t remember, perhaps this will trigger something and make you remember.

One word of advice before I go. If you find yourself in the Void this week, do not accept any necklaces or jewelry from anyone. They want to take you over and destroy you. Have a good week and be safe out there. Marc out.