ZooStuck

Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.

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> Try his house, he has to own one, they're all the rage these days with kids his age. Dead years not counting.

Oh, right, he probably has one at his house. You ask him for his address, but he just mumbles something, sounds kind of like "not underground". Well, that's not helpful. Guess you'll have to try somewhere else.

> Search the local graveyard. Surely those mysterious gadgets are found in mysterious places.

You head over to a nearby graveyard, but the hipster starts freaking out. Maybe it's something to do with being dead. Well, guess you'd better try somewhere else.

oh wait you're in portland go to powell's or something
they uh... I assume there's computers there somewhere

You head into some big bookstore called Powell's. This is a big place, they probably have one of those newfangled computer-thingies.

It's pretty crowded in here, and the hipster's mumbling something about "too popular, can't stay here".

Confound it, what's wrong with this youngster? Isn't there anywhere you can take him where he won't freak out? And what's so important about this postblog thingy, anyways? Can't your unknown nefarious employer just get someone else to do it?

You are now a clerk at Powell's. Some old lady has dragged a dead hipster into your store. What are you going to do about it?