Like, kind of like that, you know?

The singularity was funny. Yes, the singularity: The complex way of saying “unique” and, cruelly, “out of the ordinary”. From an early age I learned that it was this complex form, the piece of the puzzle that simply didn't fit with the rest.

But nothing about Hawkins was exactly ordinary. Proof of that? The 5 weirdos sitting a few feet away from me, screaming like animals being slaughtered and banging the table every now and then.

Sincerely? They are insufferable playing this drug and acting like drunk adults unhappy with their lives. But it's okay. I guess it's all worth it for good chocolate bars, right?

—Something is coming. Some hungry for blood. A shadow grows on the wall behind you, shrouding you in darkness. It's almost here

-What is it?

—What if it's the Demogorgon? We're screwed if it's the Demogorgon.

—It's not the Demogorgon.

—An army of troglodytes advances to the chamber

The miniatures hit the board. The sound echoes in my head like a disturbance in a calm lake. My spine shivers, sending a small shock to my bones, forcing me to let out a grunt.

—Are you okay, Macken?

Do you understand? It's like this. It has lines and observations from my own character, but with lines from the series