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| - I asked them what it would be like. They said, "Oh, it's nothing. We do it all the time. All you have to do is set up a Resonance Well, reverse the polarity, harness the arc generating plasma conductors..." My mind shut off at around that time as they blathered on with their explanation. I woke up, in the real world, with dry clothes and a hell of a headache.
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| - I asked them what it would be like. They said, "Oh, it's nothing. We do it all the time. All you have to do is set up a Resonance Well, reverse the polarity, harness the arc generating plasma conductors..." My mind shut off at around that time as they blathered on with their explanation. What really happened was that I sat with the otaku tribe around what appeared to be a virtual representation of the Frisch's Big Boy. We sat in a circle around this icon and they all went zonked out on me. I took that as my cue to go VR and see where they were going. I was expecting to see the usual lines of data and the ever-present Watcher standing stoically at the corners of my vision. Instead, I was surrounded by waves and water. The world, from my perspective, was shoving up and down, as if I was at sea. Which apparently, I was. I was at the wheel of a old Renaissance-era schooner... or rather, a Pirate Ship. I was driving the ship away from the center of a whirlpool, sucking me in where the Frisch's Big Boy used to stand. I rolled my eyes and said "You've got to be kidding me." I even had a crew... well, a skeleton crew. Literally. They were skeletons. It was like something from a bad sim flick. I'm not really quite sure how an old sailing ship is supposed to sail out of a whirlpool in the first place. I was hearing veiled whispers through the rain and the howling wind to "Turn back! Go into the whirlpool!" I guessed that those whispers were from the otaku, so I turned the wheel and started to curve back into the whirlpool. Then the tentacles stretched out from the center, and I said, "Shit. Screw this, I'm getting out of here." It was too late by then, though. I had this nice and long sinking feeling as the ship collided with the tentacles and went front-first into the center of the whirlpool. I threw my arms up, as if I was on a roller coaster ride... I figured "What the hell... might as well." It's more fun that way. The crash faded me to black. I woke up, in the real world, with dry clothes and a hell of a headache.
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