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<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">YOU ALLOCATE TWO (2) POINTS TO BRAWN. YOU ALLOCATE ONE (1) POINT TO INTELLIGENCE.</span></span>
VITALS......
HP: 12/9 (Excellent)
ENERGY: 9/50 (Unexceptional)
LUCK: 4 (Moderate)
PROSPERITY: -2 (Bad)
STATS......
ACROBATICS: 3
BRAWN: 3
CHARISMA: 6
VIGILANCE: 8
INTELLIGENCE: 6
SKILLS......
- ACTIVE ABILITY 1 - ???
- PASSIVE ABILITY 1 - ???
- Psychokinesis (Worst)
- Bowling (Moderate)
- Tech Deck (Excellent)
- Google SEO (Decent)
You watch as Fred leaves the restaurant. You suppose there's nothing else left to do but work. Somehow, you're grateful you're getting back to work. It's a perverse, uncomfortable feeling, but you guess a fast food job really doesn't match up against cosmic duty. You're also surprised by how désinvolte you've been about this whole psychic thing. You'd never have predicted this is how your day would have gone when you were battling three raccoons for your garbage.
The rest of the day goes by almost too smoothly. Jared gives you a strange look as you both swap shifts with the overnight crew.
"Hey, I couldn't help but overhear you when you were shouting earlier." You turn to face Jared.
"Sorry about that," you reply a bit sheepishly. He shakes his head.
"No, I get it. I'm in a similar situation. Payday's only a few days away, so hang in there." With that, he speedwalks to his car, swiftly backs out of his manager parking spot—nestled nicely between the garbage dumpster and the recycling dumpster—and leaves you standing there. Similar spot your ass; you wish you had a car.
...
An excrutiatingly long bus ride later, you're back in your apartment. You've never wondered what it would be like to be sandwiched between two incredibly old, incredibly fetid women who are yelling at each other. Now you know. You toss your backpack on your bed. Your STUDIO APARTMENT is the size of a hall closet, but after long hours at Big M, you find it rather cozy. You have maybe an hour of free time before you should probably go to sleep, so you can wake up in time for work tomorrow.
>RELAX. Today's been maybe the biggest day you've had in a long time. There's no need to push yourself. (requires roll)
>PRACTICE PSYCHIC POWERS. You've gotta be practicing whenever you can if you're going to defeat the GREAT BEING OF DESTRUCTION. (requires roll)
>TAKE A SHOWER. You threw up blood earlier. Come on. (requires roll)
>CALL FRED. You wonder if he can read your mind through the phone. (requires roll)
>CONTACT EARTH. You have more questions! (requires roll)
>WRITE-IN. (requires roll)
