Ever since you found the channel, TribeTwelve, you've been struggling with the same instances Noah was having. It was all too fimilar to what was on screen, to what was happening to you. You felt senile just thinking that way. Hut the voices. The leaves. Even the fact you kept appearing in his videos through the glitches in his footage, none of made sense. And it didn't last long till it made sure it really made sense. One night you woke up, as if in a video, on boardwalk. This wasn't right, 