*As the static clears, H-Kat finds himself sitting in the middle of a minivan, surrounded by more familliar faces.*
Oh, christ... I guess you guys don't hear me either.
'I do, but they don't.'
*The one talking to him is what look to be little more than smoke.*
Oh, christ, what's next? Minney Mouse in a g-string with a cat-o-ninetails speaking in tounges?
'Quiet. You leave my corpse bleeding, and you're still getting smart-assed?'
Oh, for christ sakes, don't tell me your not dead.
'I'm not.
Don't even say it. I've heard the joke before.'
How the hell did you know what I was going to say?
'Well, it's not origional, or even funny. That, and I'm a kinda paranormal type.'
Oh, christ. So what are you doing here?
'Just giving you a word of advice. You might be able to survive this.'
Y'know, I'm starting to get tired of this...
'Stifle it. There are a few things you're gonna need to know in order to excape this.'
Like what?
'I did say stifle it, right? Now. First, your in a kinda panoramic shift. The concious thoughts of the hippy era created a seperated dimention called the First Trip. It's a place where you can affect the world, and it can't harm you, except for that beast you were fighting.'
So it's that things faughlt?
'Absolutely. It's called the Bad Trip, and ir's a doozy. Once it's killed, this dimention will be traversable by all. But untill then, anybody here is kinda stuck, and anybody you touch, of affect, will be pulled here too.'
Like that guy I hit in the club?
'Right. He should show up here and minute now. Secondly, You can't die here. You'll come back in about a day, and mad as hornets.'
And Third?
'If you need food, you can pull it into this world. Or weapons. It's all game. After all, a good trip is a good trip.'
Ok. So how often do these
*Static*
Oh, motherfuc
{To be continued...}
_________________ No. Antidisestablishmentarianism. Enigma. Muraena. Pundit. Malaise. Clusterfuck. Hootenanny.
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