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[dirtdevil]

you know, i kinda assumed the completely random "vision" could be chalked up to a contact high. with all the smelly potheads that hang out on campus, i wouldn't be surprised. and yet here i am, connected to some kind of super internet, where i now have the opportunity to talk to other people who have also had non-drug-induced brain spasms, and presumably have also seen some weird shit followed by a long number. i'm hoping the people on this "internet" are at least a little more intelligent than the ones on the regular internet. (cats are still ok)

anyway, it looks like my past life must have sucked ass. i can take the creepy flashbacks, but it would be nice if it didn't keep happening at inopportune times, like during exams or while i'm taking my grandma to bingo. christ, i was just trying to get a hot dog the first time. i couldn't even eat it afterwards because all i could see was blood all over it. fucking gross.

thanks for the invite to the secret club, i guess. i don't have to come to any meetings, do i?

oh yeah, and something about evil giants apparently? god, no wonder the world ended. someone probably just gave up and pushed the 'fuck it' button.

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[dirtdevil]

you hope... very reassuring. i hope so, too.

yeah i guess that's his actual name. but like i told him, first impressions are important.

[toobig]

I'm not sure about anything at this point.

I guess it is... but then we'd all call him Shouty Batkid.

[dirtdevil]

..."batkid." haven't heard that one yet.

[toobig]

He has this weird obsession with Batman.