#augmentedgambler

[sylph-overload]

WrathfulReptile: Hey? You getting this? This is like my fifth [?] message I yeeted at you. Ugh, I hope this mod's working like they told me it should...

You seem to be getting a lot of traffic as of late. Maybe you ought to implement some kind of rudimentary filing system in order to cut the chaff from the wheat. Maybe give it a cool executive order name too.

Like Order 66.

SHOW PESTERLOG

-- wrathfulReptile [WR] began pestering augmentedGambler [AG] at 16:20 --

WR: Hey? You getting this? This is like my fifth [?] message I yeeted at you. Ugh, I hope this mod's working like they told me it should…

AG: "Yeeted" isn't a word in my vocabulary.

AG: It sounds like a combination of "heated" and "yeast".

AG: Yeast heated. Yeated. Like cake.

AG: Anyway. Who are you? How did you get a hold of this contact?

AG: Better yet, any ideas on what to do?

[sylph-overload]

[WR]: Heeey, birthday girl. Everything going alright over there? Just wanted to make sure your birthday's been good to you.

You get yourself back inside after hearing a message go off on your phone. While it's a new device, it's still not quite as organized as you'd like it to be, so you'll have to tidy it up later.

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-- wrathfulReptile [WR] began pestering augmentedGambler [AG] at 16:50 --

WR: Heeey, birthday girl. Everything going alright over there? Just wanted to make sure your birthday's been good to you.

AR: It was... adequate.

AR: In the context of thirteen long-winded years, of listening to a grandfather clock tick, of watching the sky above roll by, it was, as ever, adequate.

AR: The haul, however, was most unusual. Tell me - have you ever heard of a game called SBURB?

AR: Or, for that matter, do you notice a little red dot in the sky?

You can't really shake that bad feeling thinking on it again. Hopefully it's not just your imagination running rampant.

[sylph-overload]

crackedCranium: I could explain everything and you would believe none of it. I could unravel the secrets of the world and you would be blind to their truth. Drink your milk. Play the game.

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CC: I could explain everything and you would believe none of it. I could unravel the secrets of the world and you would be blind to their truth. Drink your milk. Play the game.

AG: Okay. Well. I do not understand your ramblings about the "Secrets of the world" or "being blind to the truth".

AG: But "play the game" is good enough for me for right now.

AG: Just, er... just don't disappear. Yeah?

[sylph-overload]

(purple) crackedCranium: Remember to drink your milk tiny child! Your bones will need that strength soon… *foreshadowing*

Before you can settle in with that, though, you appear to have gotten another message from an unknown source.

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-- crackedCranium [CG] began pestering augmentedGambler [AG] at 16:10 --

CG: Remember to drink your milk tiny child! Your bones will need that strength soon... *foreshadowing*

AG: Er. Milk. Right. Duly noted.

AG: Just... who are you people anyway? How did you even find my account?

AG: I have no clue how, or why. At least you don't seem to be spam.

AG: Have any ideas on where to go or... what to do that isn't me wasting time?