​There once was a boy named Nathan Reyes. He and his dear friend Drew Bautista were bored and decided to start producing funny little videos. But that's when things... started to change. The boys got into some trouble, learning things that should have been left to rot. That's when Drew went missing. That's when Nate decided to end it. He deleted everything, from the few videos they had made to the very Twitter account they would use to keep viewers up-to-date. The boy was devastated. He left it all behind.

For a few months.

When April 2015 came, the boy decided to return to filming himself. He was doing fine. He was getting better. Too bad history must repeat itself. Now, watch as the boy breaks down. Lies will be told as he struggles to keep the secrets told to him. History shall repeat itself. Efren Reyes lives on.

Ah, Efren. The man was such a mystery. His grandson is much like him.

I KILLED HIM
KILLED HIM
ONE SHOT FROM MY RIFLE
HIS BLOOD TASTES GOOD
BLOOD OF CHRIST
TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL
GOD IS REAL
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HE IS NEAR.

LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR
HEAVEN IS A LIE TOLD BY THE WEAK
LIES EVERYWHERE
ALVIN CAN NOT BE TRUSTED

I have been having strange dreams. The symbol haunts me.

Today I am with my lifelong friend, Alvin Bautista. Earlier this morning, as we were eating, he told me ghost stories about a "great man who will take you". That boy is so stupid at times, but I treasure his companionship.

He began to talk about... unnerving things. I have always pondered about death. Without nana and papa, I had no spiritual guidance growing up. I no longer believe in God, devils, angels, or demons. There are no signs. Of course, I pushed these thoughts to the back of my mind; until Alvin began to muse about his own death.

He believes that death is something we began in and will return to. Death is the time before and after life. But... nonexistence is before life...

Could this be the answer? Are we born into this world only to be taken back?

-E.R.

World War II. There is so much blood. I miss my family. McArthur does not have the money needed to get us better weapons. The United States are behind us. I have no god to pray to, but I feel someone behind me; watching over me.

- E.R.