This is the chronicles of the life and times of whomever decides to join my rag tag bunch (AKA The Crew). How they deal with life in the loft, school, work, and with their insane puppet master Cresta. Everyone's life has ups and downs, but they seem to get it in spades! Only they know where to go to complain, and whom they think is the right person to blame...
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MINE!
Duckie 
Uh, so right… this thing… okay. Have some shit on my mind and was pointed here. Okay. Not really good at this just to warn you.
So uh, yeah. I am not me I am someone else. Nice.
I don’t know dude, I don’t know what to do with this. I mean, I am not who I think I am. What do I do from here? Getting more info about that guy seems kinda pointless, but it’s more then likely going to happen, no matter what I want.
So what? Everyone I meet is going to expect me to be this other guy? Not… well me?
The guys were in on this, they lied to me about shit, people around here… they react to me all funny. I am not stupid, it’s this other guy, the other me that they want. Not me, but whomever else this guy was. It’s who they expect when they see me. I don’t think I can live up to that. Hell, who could right?
I’m totally lost here, and I don’t know who I am. Man, this bites.
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