When I was young I wanted to be powerful, rich, or famous. I don’t know why. Maybe because I was lonely, insecure, and horny. But you don’t need a fortune or a global following to fix that. Just have fun with the local lunatics.

* Broken Knight

1 Day Later - Becky - Content Warning Fan-Fic Theatre

I'm enjoying a drink at the theatre pre-party. Getting loose for my performance.

Symbiont assisted theatre has become quite popular. There’s no audience, everyone who attends gets to play a role. The symbionts provide the costumes, sets, and special effects. They also whisper our lines in our ears. It’s a blast. Especially if you’re a wee bit wasted.

I like coming to the Content Warning Fan-Fic Theatre. The randomly chosen fan-fics are both familiar and surprising. It makes for a fun show. That said, there’s always a chance of someone getting roughly penetrated on stage. Probably not me though. I’m playing a Dalek tonight.

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“Jolly, do any Daleks get roughly penetrated in tonight's performance?” I ask.

“No.” says Jolly Gnome.

Dang. Well, there’s always the afterparty. Speaking of which, it seems to be starting early. There’s a large bowl of pills on the bar. The cast are digging in.

“What are those?” I ask.

“Apparently they’re mind destroying drugs.” says Rose.

“Cool.” I pop a couple.

I grab another beer and head to my mark. It feels like there’s an icy knife stabbing into my brain. Extremely painful, but I don’t care. My phone is taken away. I hear Jolly howling until it’s smashed, but it doesn’t matter.

My new symbiont is a decaying, disgusting, version of Jolly Gnome.

“Do you know any Copycats?” asks Jolly Ghoul.

“No.”

“Do you know any other Guild members?”

“Yes.”

She smiles. “Let’s pay them a visit.”