Let's do a quick introduction, my name is Harper Evans and I'm the unfortunate guy stuck in this dick-shaped-pickle of a situation. I could tell you my life's story but I'll give you the gist of it.
When I was a kid, I had a crush on my best friend, Thomas Harlow, and I still do except he isn't my friend anymore. Now Tom is a jock and I'm the typical wallflower nerd. He runs around and plays with balls while I imagine him playing with mi- ya know what, I'm not gonna finish that sentence, moving on... I live in a sleepy little town called Deep Mist Ridge.
Our local radio station likes to play welcome to nightvale on the radio along with a couple other podcasts. We have a mall, a Starbucks(because coffee), and other bullshit. I work at the local library and have regular D&D sessions with my friends and boss, Ross, as the DM.
Now that the formalities and shit are done, let's get back to this shituation. Lately, strange things have been happening in town. Hooded figures, break ins, and me being followed by the infuriatingly attractive Thomas Harlow. And this shit is just the tip of the iceberg of what the fuck. Now, let's go to when this bullshit all started to happen...
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