Live from Planet Frystar

4. The Struggle to Get Rid of the Voice

For the next week, he tried everything to get rid of the voice.

• Ignoring it? Didn't work.
• Loud music? It just narrated his terrible playlist choices.
• Hitting himself in the head? Just gave him a headache.
• Talking back? BIG mistake-it only encouraged the voice to argue with him.

"I should probably mention-I love when people talk back. It makes things so much more engaging. A little banter, some frustration, a slow descent into madness? Chef's kiss."

"Though, in hindsight... maybe I went a little too far with Galek."

"...Nah."

Eventually, after one particularly awful day, he gave up fighting it.

He was stuck with a narrator. A voice that could see what he was doing, comment on it, and occasionally point out things he missed.

At first, he assumed it was some elaborate prank. But the first time the narrator warned him about a broken fuel line before he noticed it himself?

That's when things got weird.

"And so, despite his skepticism, Galek begins to realize that the voice in his head may not just be some cruel cosmic joke. Perhaps it is something more. Perhaps it is... a mildly annoying but occasionally useful companion."

Galek sighed.

"...I hate you."

"And yet, here we are."

And that's how it all started.