(I'm on a roll tonight.) Camnator liked to think of himself as an optimist, as a free-thinker. Weed opened his mind to lots of possibilities, it connected him to the earth and all of it's life. He could detect the auras around everybody and everything. Camnator could tell from somebody's aura whether they were happy, sad, angry, or scared. He could tell when somebody wasn't being honest because their auras would fluctuate. Vien was definitely hiding something, his aura didn't seem coherent to his character. But Camnator felt no ill will. No matter what mood people were in, he always thought auras were beautiful. They were proof that people were truly alive. There were no ugly Auras in the world...until he saw Harlow and Jay. Harlow's aura was almost nonexistant. It was as if he were an empty vessel, devoid of any personality whatsoever. His life-force was just...there. It was just enough to keep Harlow alive and functioning. Jay's aura on the other hand...Camnator didn't quite know how to describe it. Such unadulterated evil and chaos shouldn't even exist. Her aura felt like an affront, an insult to life itself. It didn't feel like a life force...it felt like disease and corruption, it felt like it wasn't even human. No....not even inhuman could describe it. It didn't even feel alive...yet it was too powerful to deny. Oh god it was powerful. Camnator felt like he had been hit with pure malice and deceit. For the first time in many many years, he was afraid. It felt like oppression and chaos, the embodiment of purposeful incoherence. Yet he in that moment, he also understood why she became so popular. Jay's aura carried with it temptation, manipulation, and deceipt. They were writhing around her like tendrils. She had the power to bend people to her will. To make them her slaves. He didn't know how Jay was alive...she couldn't possibly have such a vehement yet powerful puissance. Camnator found that he couldn't breath or move for a moment. He could feel his muscles tremble involuntarily. Finally he summoned up the will to turn away. Immediately he felt better, he felt relieved. Shaking, he joined Vien. Nobody else seemed aware of anything unusual. But then again, they did not have the gift of sight. They did not smoke weed. For the first time in his life, Camnator wondered if they were right not to smoke it. They did not see the storm surrounding Jay. To them, she was just a relatively attractive woman. Camnator pretended to be paying attention to the conversation Vien and Longface were having. Longface, actually did have a very long face. It was definitely a deformation and it caused him to form his words funny when he spoke. Which caused Camnator to chuckle....then he began to laugh. The horror he felt began to ebb away. Longface turned to face Camnator and said "Whaat ayr yeeeeu leefing eet?" he asked, which caused Camnator to laugh even harder. "Do not mind Camnator" Vien answered, "If I had to guess, the influence of marijuana causes him to find great mirth in the most unpredictable of things." Verbatim came up and said "Guys, I have to use the restroom. I'll be right back." then he left in a hurry. Camnator looked around and didn't see Jay or Harlow anywhere. Assuming they went to explore all the booths and demos, Camnator relaxed, reached in his pocket and got out a bag of weed infused candy drops, unwrapped one and popped it in his mouth. Some of the bungie.net members got up and headed off to check out the rest of PAX. But he and Vien waited for Verbatim to get back. Spartan Ken was still sticking around. He began to talk about halo xbox one 2. "I thought halo had died with halo 4 but then I thought it had died with Halo xbox one." Ken began, " Seriously, what were they thinking turning Halsey into an AI? But I am really excited about halo xbox one 2 because they are bringing back armor lock. I really like armor lock." Ken went on and on for about 15 minutes. Verbatim was taking a long time to get back. Suddenly the lights began to flicker and the loudspeakers which had been making announcements began to emit a bunch of loud static. The displays at all the demos pixelated and distorted. Murmers and shouts of confusion began to spread around the crowd. A tall cloaked hooded figure ran past Vien and Camnator in the direction that Verbatim took. Probably a Jedi Cosplayer. The power struggled and a few of the computers went out. But then it came back on and stabilized. Whatever had happened seemed to be fixed. It was at this time that Camnator heard Vien gasp. Camnator looked up at the giant and saw him looking at his cell phone. His face became as pale as chalk. "Is something wrong Vien?" Camnator asked. "u-uh.....no. It's nothing." Vien replied, but his aura fluctuated rapidly. "I have to use the restroom too" he said and hobbled off hurriedly. Camnator stayed there and waited, suckling on his weed candy. Spartan ken was still yammering, apparently unaware that nobody was listening to anything he said. Camnator closed his eyes and lifted his legs and rest them on the table. When he did that, he heard a chair collide with something and bounce along the floor, followed by a dozen gasps. Annoyed, Camnator opened his eyes and said "Oh come on, my shoes aren't tha.....tha....dir..." he stopped and looked at the table in disbelief. No.....it had changed. It's material also changed. No longer was it made of plastic.....it became a platform made of wooden planks. In the middle of the platform was Spartan Ken. No....only the upper half of sparten ken. It looked like his body had phased through it. Ken had an expression of shock on his face. He began to gasp for breath and gape like a fish.....then his head slumped. The table.....had turned into a porch....Spartain Ken was on the porch. Camnator didn't know what to do. Suddenly people began to scream as other various objects began to turn into porches. Some people got crushed and thrown by the rapid extension of the porches edges, others phased through the porches and died as Ken did. It was chaos. People kept screaming "THERE ARE PORCHES ON MY TABLE, WHAT DO I DO?!?!?!" Camnator was thrown into the air as his own chair turned into a porch. He landed with a painful thud. But he got up and began to run for it. He had to find Vien and Verbatim. He consulted his weed-induced gifts, then followed the yellow trail. Objects to his left and right kept turning into porches....he ducked and barely dodged a porch that nearly took off his head. He jumped over another one. Porches of different sizes and different styles kept popping up all over the place. Camnator tripped over a tile that had turned into a 3 foot porch. Suddenly he felt something in his mouth extend and push against the sides of his cheeks and against the back of his throat. He gagged and choked, heaving violently. He used his fingers to pry open his mouth as wide as he could, and spat out his weed candy....which had turned into a small porch. Camnator heard a loud crash that shook the building, followed by what sounded like a bunch of glass following to the floor coming from the main area. Camnator stopped and looked back in shock....a huge patio had crashed through the skylight and smashed against the floor. A few seconds later, bodies fell through the opening in the roof and splattered against the patio, followed what appeared to be the turbines of a jet engine which crashed against the floor, sending the blades flying in all directions, some of which turned into porches while they were in midair, splintering when they hit the walls. Camnator screamed and continued to run. He picked up the trail which led him to the men's room. He opened the door then slammed it behind him. He had a moment to catch his breath. But what he found in the bathroom was a sight he could not believe. Jay and 3 other women were on the ground. Alive, but unconscious. The aura that Jay had was gone. A normal aura was in it's place. Sitting in the corner of the bathroom in a fetal position was Verbatim. But Camnator couldn't believe who was standing in the middle of the bathroom. He had to blink his eyes a few times. But he was not mistaken, Sigourney Weaver was standing there, looking at him. A ferocious look in her eyes. She walked over and went past Camnator, grabbed the door handle to the entrance of the bathroom, and tied it into a knot with impossible strength. Then she went over to the stall and rapped on the door. "Vien!" she snapped, "Get out here right now." A voice much unlike Vien's answered, "Jane...I mustn't. My device is running out of power. I will be discovered." his voice was much deeper and oddly familiar. "It doesn't matter. Get out here or I will tear that door down and drag you out here. It is time for you and I to explain to these whelps what is going on." Sigourney demanded. But Vien protested "But I don't know what's going on......but oh well." Camnator heard a beep, followed by a fizzling noise. His jaw dropped as Vien's feet seemed to dissolve like a mirage, revealing inhuman, alien hooves. The stall door opened and Camnator almost fainted. A real-life sanghieli in a pink thong stood there, looking right back at him.