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I'm Roach, or Roach Anon, I suppose. I like puzzles and decoding things. I don't remember making this account. I fell asleep in my bed and woke up 10 feet from the burned remains of a church. I also woke up with this account on my phone. I don't have a whole lot to say, but I suppose I can use this for interacting with the others.

I'll keep myself as anonymous as possible, though.

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I don't know why I went to that church. I don't know how I got there, either. I was asleep. I seem to have thought the building was still on fire..?

I don't know. This is confusing, to say the least.

I used to go to that church. When I was a kid, back before it burned down. It's still weird to see what remains of it.

[The transcript to a 14 minute long video. The time and location are missing.]

[The world is hazy. Smoke. Thick grey clouds of smoke. A figure is wading through it, obviously struggling. Faint crackling can be heard, like you'd hear in a fireplace. The figure coughs. Practically hacking from the amount of smoke in its lungs. Roach.]

[It moves through the smoke carefully, feeling around with its foot on the ground to ensure it's safe to continue walking. Its breathing is heavy, hard, as if it ran a marathon when all its done is walk.]

[The smoke eventually clears. Roach discovers the reason for the smoke. A fire. The loud, bright fire from the trees in its town, far away. It stands there, unimpressed.]

[The scene morphs. Where the trees once stood, now lies the church of Roach's childhood. The tall, dirtied structure, with missing roof tiles and stained glass that Roach remembers staring through during particularly boring sermons. It walks inside with ease. Everything inside is the same. The same pews that lacked any cushioning. The same pens and tissue boxes on the seats. The same set of stairs leading to where the priest always stood.]

[Roach reaches halfway through the church before the bells begin. It's loud. Louder than anything imaginable. They ring through Roach's skull, rattling everything up there. It covers its ears, but that doesn't stop it. Nothing will.]

[It kneels to something unseen. The bells or God himself, its unsure. But it knows that it is something Roach feels watching it every moment of its existence, something it knows to be watching at this very second.]

[Insects nip at its hands, causing a morbidly beautiful array of purple and red spots coating its hands. When did its hands come together? It tries opening its eyes, tries prying its hands apart. Both are utterly hopeless attempts at escape.]

[The bells don't stop. Won't stop. Roach is frozen in place, unable to move, to think, to speak. It feels like its brain is being shaken around its skull, but also feels numb.]

[Is this dying? It's surprisingly peaceful, if so. If you ignore the bells tolling.]