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So this has to be some crazy attempt at super-speed Stockholm, right? I mean. 'Hey, we kinda kidnapped you and can't- or won't tell you when you get to see home, sandy burny, home again. But look! Credit cards and talking weapons, cool, right? Okay thanks bye, have fun now.' Who does that? As though I'm gonna forget the whole first part because I get shiny things which- Okay. Sure. This gig officially pays more than most of the jobs I had since college start combined and they actually encourage liberal taser usage...but come on. Dorm rooms? And wars...
You know. I miss when, like, two weeks ago I would have assumed I was just having some kinda psychotic break here. You meet one alien god and suddenly it's no holds barred...Alright. Okay.
So. The point here. The nice Stockholm lady said to call. I'm calling. Survival tips people. I'm in serious need here. Starting with where the heck my dorm is.
You know. I miss when, like, two weeks ago I would have assumed I was just having some kinda psychotic break here. You meet one alien god and suddenly it's no holds barred...Alright. Okay.
So. The point here. The nice Stockholm lady said to call. I'm calling. Survival tips people. I'm in serious need here. Starting with where the heck my dorm is.