A while ago, in another of my stories titled L.L.C, I mentioned a video series that I had started on my Youtube channel by the same name. Since then, it has not been updated, and in order to revive it somehow, I decided to continue it here on Fanfiction. The more the merrier, they said.

Thanks for reading,

-Akyuu no Joshu

February 5th, 2013.

My mom's always told me to keep a journal. For years up til now, I refused. Journals are a waste of time, I thought. Why bother keeping records of the boring, listless days of high school that end up being the same in this stupid fucking sleepy town…nothing to do, nothing to see. I was always the kind of guy who'd always be on the lookout for a good bit of fun – not the alcoholic kind where people would bang Jaeger bombs in the back parking lot of the school and puke their damned heads off with no other thought but blazing 420s up their asses – but looking to see if people were getting into fights, getting some thrills. Town was boring, life was boring, studying was boring. Being Asian in a hyper-educationally minded environment is draining, and for a guy who wants subtle moments of badass injected into his life here and there, it's everything I can do not to go stir shit up on my own. Because if I did, at least I'd have something to write about in a stupid journal.

After coming back from a year of college, I've now got a reason to leave some of my memories behind. Something's happening, and I don't know what. A thrill alright – but not a thrill I think I want to experience.

Back on topic. Like I said, shit's going down in this town. I don't know what. But you can feel it in the atmosphere. Like someone's trying to deepthroat you in your sleep. Something big's gonna hit. I noticed it's not just me. I've consulted with a few friends – most don't indicate it, but there are a few who agree with me that they've been feeling the same shit. Even on the faces of complete strangers, I can tell. It's easy to tell. Their eyebrows frowned down, teeth clenched, always on edge – I had this one lady who worked at the public library jump nearly her height in the air and drop all the books she was carrying on the floor when I cleared my throat to get her attention, and she's been working there for years. I know she's not someone to jump like that. Usually never gets frightened by anything.

One thing I've noticed that everyone who's being spooked right now has in common is the fact that we've all seen people die. Not like some simple shit like going to a funeral and seeing the open casket. One of my friends was in a car accident when she was little, and she was in the backseat directly behind the driver and her mom was driving. Truck smashed into driver's seat, saw the bent grill go straight through her mom's neck. Spine and blood everywhere, apparently, is what I've heard. Obviously she never wants to talk about that. Another friend of mine was in a fire 'cause he got stuck with another person who was watching a movie next to him, complete stranger. They were sitting in the furthest seats from the screen, fire flares up, and the stranger dude tried escaping by himself even though my friend told him it wasn't safe. Flaming beam falls right down on him, and my friend gets to watch him burn. Brutal shit like that that'll definitely leave a mark.

And in case you're wondering what I saw, it's complicated. I saw myself die. I don't remember all of it since they told me my brain got hit with so much trauma afterwards during the recovery process that it forced me to forget, but what I do recall is holding my right arm with my left hand and seeing it in a broken mirror. Obviously that ain't so bad compared to some of the shit I know my friends've seen. But it's quite an experience holding a dismembered limb of yours and not knowing how you ended up like that.

Needless to say, I'm supposed to be dead, so I guess that has something to do with this whole shit.

Sigh…how should I say this…it's frying our nerves. You know how you're all hyped up and excited for a new Call of Duty title to be released? All them Youtubers puttin' out reveal trailers or whatever the fuck they do to generate hype for the next COD? Yeah, kinda like that. But you're not looking forward to it because you're enjoying it, you're looking forward to it because you just want to know what the fuck is going on. It's the anticipation of fear, and we're the lucky fanboys and fangirls who get to get fucked by it in the end. Sounds 'bout right, eh?

Other than that, there haven't been any more signs. For now, those of us who do feel this premonition or whatever have decided to just be on the lookout for any suspicious crap. Some of them're even arming themselves. I don't blame 'em. This shit's been goin' on for days now. So if it ain't gonna stop any time soon, better man up and prepare our anuses.

Heh…as for me…

I might not know what's going down, and maybe I won't like what's about to go down, but I'm sure glad as hell I got what I wished for.