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First entry.

Here goes.

I have a first name, but I'll never put it on a public blog entry. I feel that gives people too much power over me, and I'd prefer to be my own identity. I will use my last name, since it's a part of the username you have subscribed to. My last name is West. Those who know why can have a cookie, if I ever meet them in person. If you want to find me, knowledge is never difficult. You just need to know who to talk to, and it should be rather painless. Once you know where I am, that's the difficult part. Hole-in-the-wall shops are brilliant disguises, but there are hundreds across Jump City.

Oops, first clue for those who are curious.

I live in Jump City.

I think the larger part of the identity you want to hear about isn't my first name, nor why my last name is what it is. I think you want to hear about the visions, though, I'm not sure if you would categorize them as that. They're sounds. Audible signals that are placed into my mind, signals that take place in the future. My eyes blur over for a moment, and I can hear it. I can focus on specific people through physical contact, but it normally requires much more energy than I choose to place forth. I can also tell you the coordinates of the audio, though, tell is a loose term. If I am near a writing utensil, my fingers will automatically snatch it up and write the GPS coordinates. I have yet to be wrong on location, judging from what I have been told by those who believe in my abilities.

Which leads me to the reason for this blog.

You, my dear readers, are following my visions.

I have decided to write them down, and for those who don't believe that I am accurate, you will be a witness. If something was predicted three weeks before it occurred, you will know that I saw it coming. Now, some of these visions are not always on the same scale of time, making them more difficult to trace. Perhaps receiving the date is just another piece that I've yet to control. Honestly, I'm not entirely sure. I just know where and partially what. So if you need a date in order to believe them, then I guess you're out of luck for the time being. I also think this would help me to organize the visions between side-effects of various substances versus reality.

Oh, did I mention that if you're going to bother me about my addictions, that I will ignore your comments? They will not change my perspectives. Everything I do will change how well the visions are received. One person will not get me to quit.

The first vision, and what I heard.

A sound that sounds like a slap. Not just a joking little smack. It's a full-blown, all-force-into-it, tough-as-nails slap. Stunned silence. Then a voice. It's a girl's voice, there's no way to deny it. She's angry, frustrated, and many more adjectives I can't place. "You're going to get yourself killed if you keep acting so stupid! It's ridiculous! You can't do this on your own, no matter how upset you are! I don't care if they're a monster, you're falling right into their trap!" By the end, she's almost sobbing, like she can't handle it. Or maybe she knows how it's going to go over.

It could be nothing.

It could be everything.

We'll find out once we reach it, dear readers.