Four Painful Years

who knows if People still wear those, but you sure as hell do.

That's a fantastic point. You bend down and pick it up.

Dad used to buy crap like this for you while waiting in line at the supermarket. Mood rings, little LCD keychain games and Starchie the Hedgehog Comics. You guess he was kind of a sweetheart, no accounting for taste.

As it sits on your finger it gradually changes from green to a sort of dark yellow. You think that's... good? Bad maybe? How do these things even work?

>Go to the pharmacy first so you don't get a migraine while going to the warehouse.

>Better to have Bonus Cash
>Getting that check is probably going to take longer, best to get that out of the way first.

Quite the dilemma. You end up deciding to risk the pain and head up to the warehouse first. It’s only a couple blocks away, and the chance of you experiencing a sudden brain spasm is actually pretty low. You just need to keep calm and focus on getting to work… Yeah, calm and focused... You can’t let it run your life.

You engage in some people watching as you wait for the light at the crosswalk to change. Food truck… Mailman... There goes that one jogger with her three dogs. You squint. No, wait, she just has the one dog this time. What happened to the other two?

Your little buddy tends to push up against the other parts of your brain and make you see, hear and occasionally feel things that don’t exist. Like the bush with the blinking lights, or that weird bird over there. Or the screaming you hear when you flush your toilet, all just stupid, distracting illusions you wish you could be free from. For all you know, that jogger only ever had one dog, and you just imagined the other two. You’ve done all you can to prevent yourself from becoming a paranoid wreck, other than more medication, but the side-effects on that stuff can be nasty. You suppose you’ll just have to deal with seeing smoke pour from your supervisor’s ears every few days.

Before long you find yourself in the rear parking lot of Grosvenor Storage & Warehouse, your dusty, ill-managed home away from home. It is here where you earn a modest living shoving boxes into holes for eight hours a day. You can hear someone gunning the forklift as you scale the stairs to the back door. Those troglodytes better not be over-loading her again, or they’ll have to answer to her human mommy.

That’s you. You are the human mommy.

You open the door and are treated to a yelling match between two of your underlings, Mustafa and Trent. You hate it when your boys fight. You hate it even more so when their fighting blocks the entrance to the rest of the warehouse.

What do you do?

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Achievement Unlocked: "Mood" - Picked up someone’s discarded mood ring. (10In)