"Have you been keeping up with your medication?" The psychiatrist inquired, oozing an air of condescension.

"Always." I lied. Those pills meet the drain each day.

I know I don’t need them. The voices aren’t just in my mind.

You're real, right?

<span class="mu-r">Yes, we are many, and the dark lords of hell compel you to claim more souls.</span>

<span class="mu-b">We exist, our vessel approaches from a distant star, and you must end more lives before our invasion.</span>

<span class="mu-g">Man, we're just trolls from a Mongolian basket weaving forum. Seriously, take your pills.</span>