You are laying back on your comfortable beachchair. Two dark-skinned servants at your side, one of them waving a palm tree leaf to cool your body, not entirely accustomed to the soft climate of the Bahama's. The other is offering to refill your glass of wodka lime. There's still a little in it, but nonetheless you nod. As the servant hurries to the cooler to grab you more beverage, you close your eyes and imagine sounds. Sounds of a television. A broadcast of sorts. You don't really care. You've done it. You've made it. You are rich, and rich men can afford to be lazy and not care. Your servant comes back, going through his knees to offer you your ice cold drink on the correct height. As you extend your hands to accept it, suddenly the other servant slaps you in the face with the leaf. Baffled, you get ready to throw a racist slur at him, but you are interrupted by your other servant emptying your drink all over you. Furious, you get up from your seat to deliver what is coming to them, but your voice is drowned by the television sounds which are getting louder and louder. Your servants are screaming. "WAKE UP! WAKE UP! QUICK! WAKE UP!" And with a shock, you wake up. Your eyes are still half closed, but nonetheless you have a good idea of what happened. Someone is in your room. Someone interrupted your comfortable dreams with your own television, and when that didn't work, threw a bucket of water all over you. You and your bed are soaked. This someone is standing with his back towards you, watching your television. He did notice the end of your slumber...but regardless feels the need to ask. "Are you awake?" When he turns around to make sure, you are even more surprised than when your servant hit you with a palm tree leaf. You are more surprised than you have ever been in your life. You are face to face with...yourself. Even if you were not too surprised to answer, your identical twin gives you no chance to, as he turns his back towards you again. "You should watch the news, it's pretty important." You manage to utter a couple of words. "What the...how..." "Sh! I'm trying to follow!" he interrupts. "For those who have only just joined us, scientists have just confirmed that the status of the new virus form is epidemic." the bearded news anchor says, trying to sound sensational, but his eyes tell you he doesn't mean any of it. Your alter ego is still watching closely. You presume that he might be more willing to explain it all after the news broadcast is over. The news presenter continues: "With us is one of these scientists, who will attempt to explain the details concerning the epidemic." You attempt to poke fun at the situation by joking: "Scientist is LonelyNess, right?" but your clone makes another hushing sound, so you just keep listening. "This virus is not just a normal every day virus~. It is a reaction between two of them~..." only now that you hear the voice, you notice the scientist explaining this all is a female. If only the TV screen wasn't so blurry. "...between the common cold, which many people contact at this time of the year, and the ebola virus...~" With the mention of the latter, her eyes glow up brightly. You're pretty sure you know this person, but not from where. "If somebody with a cold contacts the ebola virus, they react with the body fluids to make an altogether new virus~. Symptons include sneezing, coughing, a running nose and thinking there's two of you~" Well, looks like you got your explanation. Or did you? That guy over there didn't look like an illusion. After voicing this concern to your other self, he answers: "I'm part of the real world, just like you. I can do real things. Just like you, I have a social security number, I pay my taxes, and I help my landlady carry out her garbage." You nod in agreement, and turn towards the TV again. The news anchor and the scientist had been silent the whole time, seemingly listening to the director explaining things. "We interrupt the explanation of the virus details for a more urgent message. A group has claimed responsibility for the virus. They claim to have spread ebola throughout the country, and want everyone to collect their alter ego and join their quest for world domination! They call themselves...the Core. Heh, they must think they're hardcore or something. Listeners, do not be fooled into joining this rebel organization. Me and my alter ego agree it is much better to stick with the the Rest. We may not be as organized, but if you all just listen to me, there will be more of us!" The rest of the day, you discuss your options with yourself. Do you join this mysterious and ambitious organization called the Core? Do you stay at home, just like the Rest? Or will you have some other things in mind, and remain Neutral? Welcome to Double Alias Mafia!