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Pike
					
				 
				It's almost time.
You have been perfecting this for months.  Years, even.  Learning how to   separate your thoughts from your own consciousness.  It's not an easy   feat to accomplish, oh no.  There's a reason why the only people who   attempt it are Tibetan monks and ponces who want a pony waifu.  But you   were willing to attempt it for the greater good of your community.
You started out by sequestering yourself in a dark room and envisioning   someone beside you.  You imagined every detail about this new person:   how they look, how they talk, how they act.  You did this for an hour   and then took a break because it's so emotionally exhausting.    Physically exhausting, too, surprisingly enough.
But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, you   got better at this.  You could imagine your new companion for longer  and  with less effort.  And you weren't the only one making  improvements;  the mental construct that you made was becoming more and  more  independent of you.  It was taking on its own appearance and its  own  mannerisms.  And it was becoming more difficult to control, too.   Good,  you thought to yourself after this latest session.  It's almost  time.
You have a stack of paper in your hands.  EoFF has sent you a list of   everything they require in the perfect companion.  Much blood, sweat,   and tears went into making this list.  At least three people were banned   over various disputes in it.  But these were necessary casualties.   How  else was the perfect member going to be made?
You take the list and meditate on it.  Then you lock yourself in your   dark room for nearly 24 hours as you concentrate all of your remaining   mental energy on imbuing your new life form with EoFF's wishes.    Sometimes you wonder if you can't go on, but you force yourself to   continue.  For Final Fantasy.  For Cid.  For Raistlin.  ...okay, maybe   not for Raistlin.
You feel something in the corner of your brain, as though your mind is a   piece of paper and someone is slowly tearing a piece away.  It's   painful and you clutch your chair in agony, but you remind yourself that   this is all a part of the process.  You wince and concentrate as hard   as you can, and then as soon as it's begun it's all over.  You've   successfully done it.  You've created a new being by force of will   alone.
It's time to see who you created.