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[Mission 1 - Written neatly in the dirt. No, really.]

Well isn't this a surprise? You know, taking hallucinogens wasn't on my to-do list for the near future, but I guess everyone makes mistakes every now and then. I've learned a valuable lesson today: when someone hands you some funky hippy water full of leaves that they insist is good for you, don't drink it. So, since I'm suddenly the Dirt Whisperer, how about you regale me with your earthy wisdom while I sit in the park and enjoy the trip? Let's kill some time before this wears off and I end up with the nastiest hangover I've ever had. Here, I'll start with some easy questions: Why is the sky blue? What's the meaning of life? What language does Mister Mumbles speak when he yells at people walking by? And most importantly, what the hell is going on?

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Good to know. Just don't let anyone lead you there.

I think I'll leave the internet business up to everyone else.

Sounds good to me.

Anyways, welcome to the Number Club. Keep it a secret unless you're talking to us and hold on tight for a wild ride.

Thanks. And don't worry, if I told anyone they'd just lock me up anyway.

That depends on who you tell it to.

Well, locked up or dead apparently. Not real excited for either outcome, thank you very much.

At least you can literally scrawl the number into a brick using your teeth and call for help if you get locked up. I dunno what we can do about dead people right now.

I'm gonna hope it doesn't get to that point, because by the time I'm where I need to start carving numbers with my teeth in bricks I'm probably seconds from dead anyway.

Same here. It can be annoying trying to do something with your teeth like that.

Sounds painful. Can you imagine? Wait, have you had to do that before?

Nah, but I knew a guy who ended up using his blood on the wall to talk to us.

Morbid. Tight spot, I'm guessing? 'Course scribbling in the dirt works just as easy.

Trapped in the mines and bleeding, I guess.

Yeah I guess that'd do it. He end up getting help?

Yah, we got him outta there.

This is seriously some kind of super hero shtick, heroic rescues and all.

Now you're getting the hang of the network.

You've got the wrong guy, I'm not cut out for this sort of thing. There's not a heroic bone in me.

I'm not the one that dragged you into this. And I know what it's like not having a heroic bone yet this thing makes it easier to save people. Not because it's right, but because we're the only ones that can save each other from this shit.

I know, man, I'm just kind of venting in general. I don't remember signing up for this shit. This is way too much to swallow all at once, you know?

It's cool. I don't remember anything important until I was singing a song I never heard before.

It is; I just wish that the trolls we've got wouldn't troll people that much.

Are you saying that we did sign up for it somehow? Or just how we'll remember shit we haven't actually done? The trolls?

We'll remember shit that we never really done before and of places that never really exists in the world.

People who like teasing other people.

If that's the case things are gonna get really hard to keep up with really fast. You sure you're sure I'm not imagining all of this? This seems like a thing I'd imagine. Ah. Why would you do that, though? This is disorienting enough without added annoyance.

Keep a notebook or something to write stuff down in. It helps a little.

People get bored.

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