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I finished it.
OH GOD PLZ BE GENTLE
strt epilogue
So it's a story based on me. Suprise. I'm about 17 18 19 something.. point is, I'm a lil older, and just started uni or something. I'm pretty much the same, still into art, still go on roughly the same websites and stuff, but I have my own house/apartment.
So I'm chilling at my place one day, when I go to the NG BBS, and click on a thread, entitled 'Art Convention coming to Perth!'. Because I'm still the artastic wonder that I am now, I ponder what secrets this thread holds, and click. By the time I've read the thread, it's been deleted before I can respond. I find the whole thing a little odd.
But I was linked to a website, which tells more about the art convention, and I figure out it comes in the next few weeks.
So when that day comes, I decide to go, as I've nothin' planned. It's pretty swell, there's famous and infamous artists giving tips and advice on different subjects, etc, when I spot this odd little booth, with an odd little man with a beard. Sort of like a hobo.
So I wobble over there, and he tells me about this can/bottle/vial/something (liquid container). "It'll quench yer thirst, and nev'r run out! It's super fantastic! A bargain!" I almost give it a miss, but I look again, and on the label is some trippy art work. I decide to buy it, I have a spare 10 bucks. So I'm walkin' away (while the booth suddenly disappears in a poof of blue smoke) when I decide to take a sip. It's pretty good. I take another. It's alright.. not the greatest, but pretty decent. Then all of a sudden, I collapse, and pass out.
I have some strange images flash through my mind, some undescribable, some words that are broken up..
I wake up in an ambulance, with the regular two doctor dudes. I decide to shrug off the weird images. Also in the ambulance is this regular guy, who holds out the container I drank out of. "Hey, he's wakin' up." he says to the doctor dude who's not driving, "You dropped this.. thought you might wanna keep it." I note his face, and humbly go back to sleep.
At the hospital, they're all confused about how I passed out. They can't find anything worth reporting, so they send me home.
I go home, and post a thread on NG about my ordeal. I get a measly 24 responses before a mod locks due to spam. Luckily I wasn't banned for the amazing things that happened over the next few days. :o
I check my emails/PMs/etc before I go to sleep. My best mate Bryce is coming over from Norway in about a week, my gf (name not worked out yet) is coming home from a work conference in about a month, excited about that one.
So I go to sleep that night, as usual. 'cept I put on a shirt with my cargo pants, instead of my usual 'no-shirt' policy. 'cause it's all cold that night. OR AT LEAST I FEEL COLD D:<
Next day, I grumble a little, and get out of bed.
I look in the mirror.
I put on my glasses.
I look again.
I do a double take.
"Woah. That's new."
I somehow turned into a chick.
"Holy wtf. Is this lucid dreaming crap finally paying off? Alright!"
But as I continue to 'dream', I noticed the definate lack of 'dreaming signs'. There are no lapses in time, everything IS normal.. infact, I come to the conclusion.. "..this is no dream."
D:
So I'm a chick.
I go online to tell Newgrounds about this..strange thing.
I get about 16 'tits or gtfo' responses to every response of somebody believing me. The topic was locked after about 3 pages.
edn epilogue
If I start writing anymore crap after this, I'll be essentially giving away the whole flipping comic. SO WHY WOULD YOU READ IT THEN? );