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hey, so the mine trip was a bust.
some chick hacked some emails and shit, and basically found some conversations that said the Sage of Earth of whatever was a total hoax, but that Thunder corp was specifically searching for something called "Target 1" underground.
considering how dumb it would be to just start digging tunnels and drilling everywhere, we assumed they'd be using the mines to search.

well, we were wrong. (big surprise)

i don't know if anyone ever really officially reported their findings or whatever.
basically, there were those weird blackfuzzy hairy things and it legit looked like they were on drugs.
that was about all we found, because everyone getting those weirdass pulses.
i sure do love when all our leads run dry!!!!!!!
^^^^sarcasm^^^^^

as for happy funtime karson updates, i finally passed out after staying awake for an entire goddamn month.
and completely hypothetically speaking and not linked to finally sleeping or any pulses i may or may not have had,
i have a question.
uh

does

anyone remember dying?
like, legit dying, you are dead and gone and there's no way you're coming back through magical superpowers and it's probably your fault that you died?

EDIT: according to people who can't be classified as legally insane because of lack of sleep, there was a buzzing sound in the mines.

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At this point I'll settle for "useless, but benign" if it means we stop having awful things happen to us. I'm beginning to think less and less that we were all heroes. Maybe we were all just fucked. I mean, before we died.

Do you think we, like, did something? Fucked up? Like, our past selves? That's why we have to deal with this shit now?

Wouldn't surprise me. That's part of reincarnation, isn't it? Karma? If we're dealing with it now, we must have done something really bad. All of us. Or at least the ones who aren't skipping down the street to sunshine rainbowtown.

That's so fucked up. Like, why? We're not really those people? Why the hell would karma or whatever make us suffer for whatever the hell some older assholes did? That's not even fair!

That's what karma is, though. It's cosmically fair, but definitely not always fair on a person-to-person basis. I guess we're supposed to be learning from the mistakes of our past lives if we want to break out of saṃsāra and achieve mukti. So far the only thing I've learned is to keep control of both of my arms on the next go-around.

...What happened to your arms?

Crap. Okay, fine, cat's out of the metaphorical bag. I can't move my right one. At all.

...Is it broken?

Paralyzed, is my guess. It started with an echo, but you probably could've guessed that. Whoever this was must have kicked a lot of puppies.

Have you been to the clinic? Like that might just be... nerve damage or something?

Yeah, I've already gotten it checked out and everything. There's nothing they can do about it. Short of putting a cast on it, I'm boned. And the cast will only buy me some time. I mean, humans don't just get palsies like this, and my boss knows even more about diseases than I do. He'll immediately know something's up.

Oh fuck. H-How are you... like, hiding this shit?

I am way in my boss' good graces. I told him I needed to take some personal leave, but that won't last forever. And I'm nocturnal with my shopping.

...I guess I could run a place of my own, worse to worst. An extension of the clinic—sorry, I'm rambling.

No, dude, it's fine. Like this is legit shit you need to talk out. I'm just trying to think of anything I can do to help out, fuck.

If you know anybody who's willing to give up some real estate and medical equipment, I mean... no, that's a dumb idea. Ugh. Normally I'd go to my parents for help with this, but what am I going to tell them? "Whoops, I'm paralyzed and I didn't say anything about it for weeks"? Fuck is right.

I can ask around? I mean, there are a ton of people on here. There's probably someone who can buy you some medical equipment, or loan you shit, or-- or, fuck, yeah, I have no idea. Sorry.

No, you don't have to do that. I can ask the network. I mean, I've already told enough of my friends about it. No reason the whole secret numbers club shouldn't find out one way or another. I think... maybe I'm doing well enough where I won't fall back into some ridiculous depressive episode if I'm open about it.

If end up telling everyone, and... depressive episodes happen? You can come talk to me. I can't solve shit, but I can listen, at least. I'm up literally 24/7, too, so... Yeah. There's that.

Well... yeah. That might work. I'll see if I end up being that brave. Thanks for the offer, if nothing else.

Things sure have gotten weirder since we argued about what was and wasn't a ghost, huh.

Hah, yeah. I mean, I feel like mutual bullshit suffering brings us together? Who the fuck knows-- I just understand where you're coming from with the whole... pulse-fucking-up-your-life-thing. Not everyone gets badass superpowers.

Aside from Tavia, I don't know if I've even met anyone who's gotten badass superpowers. If there's a long end to the echo stick, I don't know anyone who's been grabbing it. That's not a euphemism.

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