Sunday, May 08, 2005: “Compound H67T”

Between cryptic tequilla ramblings the night of the Cinco de Mayo party and what seemed like hours of immersion on the neuroboard, I have a insight into this situation I would like to share:

I am not a Neurocam agent. I know Chris Titan and have collaborated on ARG projects with him in the past. He is known for his peculiar style. Just do a google groups search for christian and thegreatgame. His tirades are historical. He was banned from unfiction for his contributions to El-Centro. He assures me as he did Thursday that every thing he has said is all true, if after a fashion. There are flames that go back years on T-93, to which he tells me he is still on moderation.

I mention all this because Chris had put this in his past, like an alcoholic, he didn’t get worked up on the internet anymore. Until he started talking about that damned brownie last week.

He told me that he got involved in Neurocam after eating a brownie at a party when he was in New York for Christmas. He said it was a compound of anandamides. That it was the best experience he had ever had. That is what he said last week, when he was happy to tell us that he made contact with a group of agents that had the brownies. When he told me it was the Scooby Doo Gang I thought he was mad. He tried to explain that the “scoobie snack” must be the modus operandi of this group.

After two days you did not ask him if he got the brownie in the mail. He would fly into a rage screaming about the cat. I had not seem him shook up like that in a long time. He would mutter everything under his breath and you could not understand a word of it, very annoying!

When he disappeared from the party, we thought he was getting laid… he was raving at this screen…

What ever is in those brownies is some gnarly stuff…

I hope you guys will lay off Chris… he is just a bit wacked out that he has to wait a few more days till he is visited and can pitch his secret proposal to get more compound… or that is what he said as he passed out with a strained smile friday morning.

I don’t know if the “Scooby Doo Gang” really did attack his computer or the other strange stuff about him casting rashes to the entire gang are just figments of his imagination or what…

[None of this adds up. -N]