all together separate

I looked and saw a coming storm clear as daytime. It was going to be a bad one and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Nature was calling in a few of her chips and on this day she was in a particularly bad mood; broke and hung-over from the night before when she lost her farm to the phantom. He was present but only in her mind's eye. This is where they live and unless you make friends with them and keep them cool, you may find yourself turning into one of them and they all believe in the same thing.
The terms are very clear and if you persist, you will lose that fear inside you. With these games all you need is a lack of character and vice to be squeezed not once but twice. The friends you make will be the same and all separate with the one link that binds all of us to the secondary life as a bridge from one sense to the other, all the same.