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>One night took a small amount of lsd and made a fire next to our local lake (woods of Minnesota)
>Smoking cigarettes and watching the trees
>Cool trees dude they're like fractals all those branches
>I'm near the lake about 50ft from the shore
>Can't really see the lake because of dense forest but I can hear fish and birds lightly splashing around
>Crickets and other animals making their noises
>The symphony of nature being conducted by the swaying arms of the trees
>Good trip man
>Suddenly trees stop swaying
>Symphony of nature goes silent
>Wtf
>No crickets, no water noises just silence
>Hear a flapping noise in the air it's slow and deliberate and huge
>It's descending
>Huge splash noise in the middle of the lake
>Wtf
>Holding my breath
>A single quack
>The quack of the God of ducks
>It was long and low and bassy
>The giant king of all ducks starts beating its wings on the water and quacking huge bass notes
>The water sounds are like white-water, its wings beating cause the wind to blow again but in my direction
>I smell the stink of decay
>I can't see anything my fire is binding me
>I stomp it out
>Superduck goes silent
>I look out from the trees carefully, its pitch black, no moon no stars
>I see nothing
>I sit back down near the fire place
>Huge squall of wind blows my hat off, the trees are bending against the wind, leaves and twigs hitting my face, I close my eyes and curl up fetal position
>One more huge bassy quack, right above me
>Another gust hits from above and blowing down on top of me
>Wind goes back to normal
>Crickets and other nature sounds turn back on
>Trees start conducting the symphony again
Never will I forget my encounter with the duck god.
