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"It's you, isn't it?"
A wicked smile grows on the fortune teller's face, "Perhaps you may be onto something there....WHATEVER COULD HAVE MADE YOU COME TO THAT CONCLUSION?!"
Using supernatural powers, the marionette obliterates the walls of the hut, revealing that the outside is actually
the inner machinations of your psychedelic mind."AAAAAAAAAAH, MY EYES! SOMEHOW I EXPECTED THIS, BUT AT THE SAME TIME, I DIDN'T, AND NOW I'M STILL CONFUSED REGARDLESS! WHY THE HELL AM I INSIDE MY OWN MIND?"
Rather than get a concrete answer, thousands of whispers zip past your ears in gentle breezes, replaying that same question over and over again.
"Who is the gym leader?""Who is the gym leader?""Who is the gym leader?""Who is the gym leader?""Who is the gym leader?""Who is the gym leader?""Who is the gym leader?""Who is the gym leader?""Who is the gym leader?""I swear, this whole DAY has been cryptic bullshit, now it's full Inception! And I didn't even fucking WATCH that movie!"
>Good luck goyim you're fucking trapped in your own mind nowA) Beat the fortune teller up.
B) Eat the squishy, meaty ground for nutrients.
C) Run from your guilt like a little bitch.
D) Grab the fortune teller's crystal ball and psychotically ask it what this shit is supposed to mean.
