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Ayyy what's up, you can call me Avery.

Welcome to the site where I spill all the weird secrets of my life. I'm in my mid-thirties, and I'm a line cook, but I'm not just that. I'm also a serious wizard. I'm not making that up, either, and it's not what you think...

I work for an organization called Redoubt. I don't know who or what Redoubt actually is. I'm not sure what their ultimate goals are or what strings are getting pulled. I know a bit about what they (say they) want and have some theories about the whole thing. A tall, thin, dark-haired woman who goes by the name Soror Smirk recruited me, under false pretenses initially, but it was worth it. She's pretty much my boss, but she's not that bad, and the pay is great.

I'm a contract worker of sorts, which means I get paid for each job, not on a regular basis. This complicates things, and means I have to keep up my job at a Freeze-n-Fry as a line cook just in case, but it's still worth it. You would not believe how much cash Redoubt tosses at me sometimes.

They rely a lot on faceless people just like me running around keeping track of things and putting out metaphorical fires. Of a magical sort.

Yeah, apparently, magic is real? I found out about it in the middle of the pandemic, when everything everywhere was all empty and weird. Redoubt had started recruiting then, for reasons I still don't understand, but hey, they found me. I was (and arguably still am) jaded as fuck, and almost ran away from the entire concept before I realized there was something to it. Soror Smirk definitely got her point across, though, and the mere existence of magic was enough to pique my interest.

Redoubt exists because of magic, and everyone who works for Redoubt is an enchanted mage (yes that includes me). Not all mages are part of Redoubt's structure, but all are subject to their manipulations, because Redoubt wants to control magic, and keep it lowkey.

I'm told this is for the safety of the human race as a whole, because if the wrong person or group got ahold of too much magic, it'd be bad, I guess. Smirk keeps asking me to imagine the danger someone like Hitler, L. Ron Hubbard, or Charles Manson got magical power, and I can't argue much with that.

This site is half-secret…

I'm definitely definitely definitely not allowed per Redoubt's regulations to discuss magic with any outsiders. In practice, right now, this means I can really only talk about it with Smirk IRL, since she's the only other safe mage I know nearby in my local area (she lives in the next town over, tho). I do talk to a couple people I met during training online, but other than that, I'm pretty lonely with all this going on.

I obviously can't show anyone the cool stuff I can already do. I can't talk to my roommate and best friend Dwayne about it. It was easy at first, keeping everything hidden. Nowadays, while I can conceal my magic just fine, I can't get over how lonely it feels knowing about this stuff and then having to go on doing normal stuff. This is part of why I don't have many friends (besides Dwayne and maybe Starlight). There's this huge part of my life I can't share with anyone.

Redoubt required me to delete the majority of my social media accounts when I joined their ranks. They have a thing about that for some reason. Bet you're wondering why you're reading this, then? This isn't a social media account, now is it?

I did delete all my socials, but, as you can see, I've retreated to this new small webbed site space. Neocities is a great place with cool people. Plus, for some utterly terrifying reason, nobody I know IRL seems capable of accessing Neocities, so I feel a little safe posting here as opposed to anywhere else. Dwayne made this site's theme and stuff for me, but I lied about what it was for. He took some compsci classes online and knows a bit about web design. I told him it was for a fanfic site, but am using it here.

I'm not exactly here to “make friends.” Don't expect me to be very present or in touch with people, but I will probably post a lot soon enough. This is about releasing all my frustrations about work, life, and Redoubt, magic and more. If you want to talk to me, use the cbox. Yes, yes, it's public - deal with it. I just want to experiment and post some stuff about my journey through life and how fucked up things are slowly getting, but how weirdly exciting they have been, too. I don't expect you to believe me about any of this, and maybe that's for the best.

Note: Messages that do not pertain to Avery or his story will be removed, as will any not respecting his, ahem, reality. Any questions best addressed by the author should be sent to her directly.

This is All Fiction, tho.

Nothing on this site, with the exception of this paragraph and similar statements, is true. This is all a fictional narrative, a story being told about Avery, who is a fictional character, not a real person. Read more about this here. All events described on this site are part of a fictional story. Any resemblances to any real person, event, or place is coincidental.