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[SIZE="3"]Warning: Material may be inappropriate for minors. [/SIZE]

[SIZE="2"]Chapter 1: The Question[/SIZE]

 Spoiler

I've been locked inside a Honda Odyssey for the past fifteen hours with my parents for a "family bonding" trip.
[INDENT]I'm not sure what a normal "family bonding" trip means to normal families. But for mine...[/INDENT]

Please turn the radio off dear.
I'm driving. I'm putting in the labor. I get to choose what I listen to.

Radio: "President Bush's administration? More like Cheney and Addington attempting to create a unitary executive! I'll tell you, Gonzales and Bush would have been more effective as White House janitors---

Sorry hunny. I can't stand those lies. George Bush is a holy President ordained by God who-
Ann, please shutup. I'm not in the frigging mood. We've been driving for fifteen hours and everytime we talk about politics-
It's because you're demon possessed! You endorse Obama, you find it okay to kill babies, and you sleep in church! You're an unholy Christian who defies God instead of seeking repentance because you're too selfish-
Here you go again. Blabbing your f----ing mouth away and treating me like I'm-

This is my job. I'm the mediator, mitigator, and peacemaker. Everyday day in, day out, I'm literally the glue that holds my family together. And I'm frankly wearing out.

This "family bonding" is the type of convoluted crap my parents come up with in order to "mend and heal" our family. Frankly this is where I'm supposed to intervene. To play both sides, to be two-faced, and baby both sides like their little children.

Time to get to---

[SIZE="1"]screw it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="2"]?[/SIZE]

[SIZE="2"]You think another intervention is going to stop them?[/SIZE]

[SIZE="2"]Who are you-[/SIZE]

[SIZE="2"]We'll meet again. I promise.[/SIZE]

"What the hell was that!?" I thought to myself.

While I wasn't paying attention, my mom started slapping my dad in the head as retribution for his defiance in refusing to turn off the radio.

Don't slap me you b---
SCREW YOU. SCREW YOU! SCREW YOU!!
You want me to fight? You want me to hit you? You f---ing c---?

My dad took both hands off the wheel and started beating up my mom. This was all fairly normal to me. Unfortunately, our whole family was unaware of the sharp bend that shortly came up ahead.

Before we knew it our car flipped straight over the steel road block.

Frankly put, it was the most amazing feeling I ever felt. I savored in the feeling of reaching the peak of motionlessness. The idea of finally being free. Finally ending all this nonsense.

[SIZE="2"]It Feels Good Doesn't It? Merry Christmas Jack.[/SIZE]

Right before we hit the water my eyes opened wide, my pupils dilated, and I realized:

[SIZE="2"]No. I DO [/SIZE][SIZE="2"]NOT WANT TO DIE![/SIZE]

And then I was swallowed by the deep blue.

[SIZE="2"]Date: December 25th
Location: Appalachian Mountains
Log: One Person, Two Person, Three Persons recorde---
ERROR! Sample Coordinates x=32,y=56 corrupted. Valu----[/SIZE]

[SIZE="2"]Hello World.[/SIZE]

./system check

./identify root values

[SIZE="2"]Kid, this is only the beginning.[/SIZE]

Wow.....

Make more!

Who is that "red" voice?(Though we'll know in 1~2 chapters.)

That was pretty cool. Good job.

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Chapter 1.5- The Decision

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 Spoiler

[SIZE="2"]You wake up and realize you're drowning; completely engulfed in a world of pale blue. You begin to hold your breath: afraid, doomed, dreadful; you slowly can feel this is the end. You close your eyes and you would be crying. But it's impossible and this causes even more emotion to swell up. A bright burst of light suddenly obscures your vision. As the light fades you see several... words? It's almost as if someone inflated words to astronomical proportions and threw them into the ocean. You're going to die, yet you can feel these words imbuing you with a sense of hope, relief, and even happiness.

Behind you, you feel a sense of ominous dread. A black overcast consumes your shadow in front of you and sends chills to your spine. It seems that the only force keeping this enroaching menace at bay is the radiance emanating from the words a couple of miles ahead of you. The lack of oxygen is slowly making you sleepy....[/SIZE]

A) Fight On! Swim Towards The Light!
B) Look Behind You. What Is Threatening Me?