@SquirrelZombie I have only one request, and you have no reason to grant it but... can you make it so Greg can still somehow post on PHO, and no one believes him when he says he's inside a parahuman schoolmate's interdimensional life-street? Pretty please?
"Goddamnit!" Insulin and jawbreakers. Seriously, that kid's personality was gonna develop diabetes pretty soon.
"What's the matter, Greg?" I didn't really care, but I couldn't have him stinking up the place. I more or less lived in the street full time these days, and I didn't want it to taste like a candy factory exploded in a hospital.
"Nobody will believe me!"
"Believe you about what?"
"Here! Us! This place and how awesome it is!"
Oh. Well. That was actually kinda sweet.
But even pouring sugar on a turd, I still didn't want to eat it.
"What did you say?" I had figured out how to keep a tiny itty bitty hole in the portal to my bedroom open all the time. I just forced my cane to extrude a ring of ebony and held it in place with my will when I removed the cane and dropped the portal. It wasn't much, but it was enough to run a power supply and ethernet cable through. Via de Los Muertos was an on-ramp to the information superhighway, baby!
"I just told them about how my hot parahuman girlfriend has a magic alternate dimension where we hang out all the time and sometimes she goes out and kills bad guys but then we all have a big party afterwards with music and dancing and a funeral if the dead bad guy decides he wants one and I can't show anyone else or take pictures because I don't have a camera and no one else can get into the dimension without dying first."
"Girlfriend?"
Author's Note:
Ha! I kept a promise I didn't make and broke two promises I did with one post! Beat that, Earth President Richard M Nixon!
