Since I can't seem to decide whether or not to just start making a comic or write the story first, I'm just probably gonna turn the whole smart patrol whatever into a tangible storyline whatnot, heres chapter 1, soon to be adapted into a feature presentation in a theater near you, coming summer 20♥┴╙♂≥+ gazorpa≡dV╘Z≡Φ6gû►╥5â•”0@ûöòÆÖ╗╥┬Φ■segasinyar_♪â•
Chapter 1: He's been with the world. [INDENT]All of my life I've felt that I was different from everyone else. Since a young age my mother always told me that I frequently talked about my past life, which I vaguely rememberdoing as a boy[/INDENT]
around three or four years old, yet I still do not know specifically what I was describing, or who or what I was. I could also sense things, a premonition you could say. For example, I would think of a particular scene in a television show episode and later in the day, turning on the TV I would see the episode on as soon as I tuned into the channel. Growing up I excelled in school but did not have many friends. I had three best friends over the course of my sixteen years of existence, but I would always drive them away. I guess I appeared as boring, monotenous or weird to be around, because I didn;t talk much except about molecular structure, pharmacology or radical theories related to metaphysics.
[INDENT]I also became involved in drugs, specifically bundy, amphetamines and synthetic cannabinoids at around the time I stopped attending school. I didn't graduate, I just came to the conclusion[/INDENT]
That school is not a place for smart people, only a way to occupy time, of course after learning basic arithmetic and grammar, and a few other rudimentary subjects. All of my drug experiences were typical of other peoples accounts, except for spice, which of course is the synthetic cannabinoids.
[INDENT]Spice users however, are considered the lowest of the low, even lower than crackheads and stumbling, blackout alcoholics. From my first hit, I realized something incredible. It brought back[/INDENT]
the extreme, telepathic and energetic flow of differentness that I once felt as a child. But one day, I took too much of a hit and was instantly changed forever.
[INDENT]Caution Diablo, it was called. My last memory on Earth was listening to Love Buzz, by Nirvana. And then I was in the void. Indescribable pain is where I was. Eternal suffering. I crossed the[/INDENT]
threshold from typical antisocial teenager to pure energetic triangular fractal lifeform.
moar coming soon
