Across all the realms of thought and possibility nothing is more feared than a promise turned poison. 

Or, at least, that is what I’ve been told. Alright, this is going to all be really crazy, unbelievable, and well… I’m not sure how to describe it myself! 

What do you say when you learn that every story you’ve ever written is real? 

What are you supposed to think? What am I supposed to think?!

Okay, before I get lost to rambling again, I should pin down a starting point. How about this, I’ll start at where the insanity all begins for me. I was told to write everything that has happened like a story. But I guess that makes sense with what little I’ve learned. Finding out that all of my stories have been to some degree or another real, that is shock enough to send anyone to an early grave.

And with all the stuff that I’ve gone through since the start of summer vacation, it might be better to have been stuck in an early grave! Aaarg! There I go again! 

Please forgive any ramblings and tangents I find myself getting stuck in. I am just a kid in waaaaay over my head! I was told to write this all out by a man I have only glimpsed from afar in dreams and through my stories, and to find out that he actually has any say in all this. Does that make sense? Probably not. 

I said I should start at the beginning and so that is what I a going to do. I just needed to let off some steam and try to get my thoughts untangled from the mess they have become ever since I’ve started learning the Truth. You wouldn’t believe that this is fourth attempt I’ve made at getting myself ready to sit down and write my story, so you’ll just have to take my word on it. 

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I’m pressed for time because I am currently traveling to Washington, D.C. Too bad that I’m coming under such circumstances. It would be a lot more fun to go because I wanted to check out the place and throw some trash at the White House or something. But not like this. 

Well, there I go again… Okay, this time for sure, I’ll start at the beginning. Here goes!

My name is Ruben Garcia. I am from Boulder, Colorado. It’s okay, I guess. I’ve always found it more preferable to be by myself or on the internet, than to be around others. It’s anxiety. And people are just strange. So I am not used to this, being around so many people and stuck in the middle of something as monumental or incredible as this adventure! 

Many of you reading this are followers of my fun, bizarre stories, and I am grateful for your support and patronage. I said I don’t like being around people and I have considerable anxiety. But one thing that many get wrong about people with this disorder is that we do want to be around others. We are social animals, just like the rest of the human race, but we just have a mental block. But through the miracles and advancements of technology, I can reach out to you, and you can reach out to me. You are my friends, and that has brought me some kind of clarity, courage and strength in writing this story for you all. 

My biggest stories so far have been about two characters: Naomi and Trick. 

They have gone from simply crashing FBI investigations, to being the heroes in their own crazy adventures, and finally working side by side with agents steeped deep in mysteries and tales that even I am not sure where they are going. Some of the things I have written have confused and disturbed me. At times, it was like I couldn’t control myself. It all just kind of spilled out. 

I rolled with it, because in the end it was fun and I enjoyed all of your responses to it. But then I learned the Truth. 

It is all real.

Sounds insane? It should be! But that is what this story is now all about. How I came to discover what has really been going on with my stories. How I met Naomi and Trick, Conturbatio, all of them! And how I’ve learned the terrible Truth of what is going on behind all of the scenes. 

I don’t think any of us are ready for this, but I have to write this all out and post. 

Otherwise, I am a deadman.