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<blockquote data-quote="SergeantAutist" data-source="post: 40500" data-attributes="member: 29">The trip started in Sovereign’s basement. We were just sitting aroun (me, him, Joshua Jamal) and like two other guys whose names I forgot immediately. Nothing weird yet. Just quiet, too quiet. At some point Sovereign took off his shirt, not in a weird way, just like it had become too symbolic. Then he started rearranging the furniture into a tactical grid. Joshua helped, but only after smearing peanut butter on his forearms and whispering “ready for breach” to the beanbag chair. I laughed until I realized they weren’t joking. Sovereign handed me a clipboard with nothing on it and told me to sign my spine over to the militia. I nodded. I didn’t want trouble.From then on it was protocol. Joshua and Sovereign entered a kind of rhythm, a call-and-response made of grunt sounds and hand gestures that might’ve been military or maybe just nonsense that felt like authority. Sovereign made Joshua get on all fours while he barked out coordinates that matched the stains in the carpet. It wasn’t sexual, but it also wasn’t not sexual. I didn’t know whether I was supposed to look away or salute. I just sat there nodding like I understood. Joshua kept saying “I’m ready, sir,” and Sovereign kept responding with things like “not until the package reasserts itself.”</blockquote>

[QUOTE="SergeantAutist, post: 40500, member: 29"] The trip started in Sovereign’s basement. We were just sitting aroun (me, him, Joshua Jamal) and like two other guys whose names I forgot immediately. Nothing weird yet. Just quiet, too quiet. At some point Sovereign took off his shirt, not in a weird way, just like it had become too symbolic. Then he started rearranging the furniture into a tactical grid. Joshua helped, but only after smearing peanut butter on his forearms and whispering “ready for breach” to the beanbag chair. I laughed until I realized they weren’t joking. Sovereign handed me a clipboard with nothing on it and told me to sign my spine over to the militia. I nodded. I didn’t want trouble. From then on it was protocol. Joshua and Sovereign entered a kind of rhythm, a call-and-response made of grunt sounds and hand gestures that might’ve been military or maybe just nonsense that felt like authority. Sovereign made Joshua get on all fours while he barked out coordinates that matched the stains in the carpet. It wasn’t sexual, but it also wasn’t not sexual. I didn’t know whether I was supposed to look away or salute. I just sat there nodding like I understood. Joshua kept saying “I’m ready, sir,” and Sovereign kept responding with things like “not until the package reasserts itself.” [/QUOTE]

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