You wake up on December 21st like any normal day. No zombies, no apocalypse, no freak storms. You get out of bed and fold the blankets back where they were - surprisingly neat.
Your mother walks past your bedroom door and starts talking in a language you can’t understand. Suddenly, speech bubbles appear above her head as she continues to question you. Then you are walking involuntarily downstairs, you strain against your own body but your limbs are carrying you against your consent. You watch helplessly as you make your way towards the pinball machine. You look up and see a glowing, green diamond floating above your head.
It has begun.