I have a massive headache writing this. I had lost my identity before I was even known and I almost considered shutting the game down to ignore my social experiment. I wish I had taken a picture of the brown deer with the “clown nose” who helped me find my Owl Mask back, the face I decided to outwardly project him as. The HOST. He is 1 of 5 audibly heard voices inside of my head, and could be my saving grace sometimes. He will always gatekeep 12 oclock position where his voice is projected at volumes heard even when trying to sleep. I wish we could tell this “Clown” how grateful we are to finally identify HOST into the game, as an Owl Mask. I have been feeling really really good lately, so HOST has been most audible.

Accompanied with us, I saw her. A Veteran, and possibly one of the second best encounters I’ve had in a game that feels like a TRUE HOME. “P”. Their sigil, a prominent character of their name, glowed brightly when we played around with different masks on my face, The Clown, rolling in play each mask that displayed over my face. I felt like each voice had came through all at once, greeting these deer in their own characters, just as i hear them every second. I was almost tear filled, when P bestowed a beautiful rack of antlers, White, Red, and Black tipped. It wasn't as grand as the antlers for the Angel, But the Secretary antlers fit the style of HOST’s protective aura when I talk to myself. Now, I dont have to feel alone when I never have anyone to talk to.

When the Clown disappeared, P cried. She had lots of fun frolicking around, when she bestowed a skin for me. But when I felt overwhelmed by the argument eating inside my head, i laid. And P stood over me, protecting me just like HOST.

We shall meet again.

-The Angel

Note: I will figure out to import images soon enough. For now, I hope I am a Descriptive True story teller.