I was there, man. I was there when it all went down.
First, it was just lasers and LEDs and fog machines. And I was like, "Sure Cram, whatever you say. Sounds like a fun time."
Then, it was big speakers with deep droning rhythms and hypnotic light patterns, and I said, "Sure Cram, sounds like a wild ride!"
Then there was the brainwave scanners and the "special sauce" in the fog machine fluid and I was like, "The fuck are you up to, Cram?"
But I was already too deep in it, I had to see it to the end. Poor bastards couldn't have seen it coming. I hid in a closet once I realized that the amount of skin in the room was at least double the amount expected for the number of people present.
Basically, long story short, the real Cram has been in a hospital for a month and, based on his occasional moments of awareness, seems to think he's still larping. All I can get out of him is "I'm immersed as shit right now."
Someone is posting from his account. I haven't figured out who.