A Conversation for Games Room
(No, no, I got this.)
In a strange -- and statistically unlikely -- twist of fate, the entire world's water supply is somehow tainted with LSD. Just the right amount of LSD to give everyone and their grandmother a suitably pleasant buzz, but not enough for anyone to have a medical emergency.
The accompanying hangover after Christmas Day is horrific and all-encompassing. But not that big a deal.
Context: Lately I've been using an absurd number of online tarot games. They've said -- fairly consistently (in their cryptic way) -- that sometime this month I'll receive a message from an old friend of mine who I unfortunately had a falling-out with. However, such a message has not, thus far, arrived.
And while I find the idea of reconciliation with this individual... compelling.... It suffices to say that if indeed such a reunion is even desired by them, then -- without getting into the personal details of the seperation -- they would almost certainly have to be the one to initiate any further contact.
I wish that I could, first: Believe the apparent message of such silly, yet annoyingly consistent, forms of divination.
And second: That this "old friend" of mine will actually drop by to say hello, as it were.
Caiman raptor elk - Yes, but what if the box is REALLY big? Posted 5 Weeks Ago
In order to get over the first wish, you call the manufacturer of the tarot cards to question their calibration methods. As it happens, your "old friend" is the CEO of this company. You get offered a job in the calibration department. Unfortunately you do not read the small script in your contract. You are now chained to a desk for observation, as a calibration gauge.
Your "old friend" does fate experiments on you.
I wish I could get more sleep.
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