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WEEK 0 MINGLE
POPULATION: 37
Good morning, starshines. It is another beautiful day here on the base and it’s the start of a new week!
After the events of the day before and the meet and greet provided by four new Avatars, you may find yourself wondering how you can get in touch with them again. Fear not. One look at your handy dandy cell phone will reveal eight new contacts added to your directory. Feel free to shoot them a message. You may be surprised.
But before you get too far, perhaps it’s worth checking out the base once more. Those locked rooms from the days before have been unlocked, free for exploration. In addition, should occupants visit the central elevator they will find the elevator in working order (and flame-free) and that a new floor has opened. Take a look, familiarize yourself, and make yourself comfortable. Life on the base is a happy place.
And speaking of happiness…it’s funny. For the rest of the week, all who reside on the base will be inflicted with little feelings of hope and happiness, a belief that they can manifest almost anything. This week, all will discover that any mundane thing they hope for will be at their disposal...though do be careful. Those small wishes may come to fruition in ways you don't expect. For example, wishing for a year's supply of sushi may net you one astronomically large sushi roll. An eyeshadow palette may provide you with samples of actual colored eyelids. And a punching bag could be mistaken for a bag full of confetti instead.
May all your hopes and dreams come true, everyone.
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I haven't seen it yet myself, but it's pretty possible with humans. Where I come from, they have the power to ruin the planet in just a few hours, if that.
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[He says this very certainly, without pause.]
They're always pretty contrary, anyway.
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I'm sorry to hear that.
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[THEIR OCEANS AND FORESTS, THOUGH...]
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I hope they don't manage that at all.
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Here's to never having to find out. [A TOAST TO THE AIR and another drink from his glass, god bless.]
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[DRINKS.]
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Want me to give you another word?
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[Tapping the bottle with their dear friend inside.]
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Once, I investigated a cursed pass! It was said that if a traveling party went through there, no more than half of their group would survive. It turned out that many of them were bitten by scorpion-tailed snakes and were fed to a pit of hungry ghosts.
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...A lie? Since you're a god, you probably see a lot of weird stuff, but I bet there's some little detail in that that's a lie. Like, they're actually snake-tailed scorpions or something.
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No, it's truth!
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Wow! [Gods sure live a wild life. After taking another drink:] What was it cursed by? Why were people being fed to the ghosts? Do they eat humans where you're from?
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...it's a long story. Some ghosts do eat humans; some ghosts don't. These particular ones were the resentful spirits of warriors who had been massacred in a war.
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Oooh... I think I get it. What, do they eat people to sate their resentment, then?
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