The gods had been kind to Elrich. E didn't claim to know their plans, nor could any baseline, e thought, but e did know that once e had began uploading to em the Doors of Perception had opened. That was enough. E lit a dynastick, stuck it in is mouth, and puffed absentmindedly, waiting for the effects to take hold.
Elrich's thoughts exploded into cascading pools of ideas. Memetic drift lurched is mind forward and backward, is body following suit, as much as e tried to stifle is movements. Is nose bled a little, and e licked is upper lip, tasting the sweet, candy-like substance that pumped through is veins.
E heard a shout, is named being called. Elrich stood up, held the button on the end of the dynastick, and the effects whisked away as quick as they had started.
Damn, good waste of one of those.
E stamped the stick out under is boot, picked up is rifle, and joined is platoon.
That was my last one too.
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Written by ionsigh