Well, that explains a lot, @Alphonse Peru
. Like these little leaflets I found by the slushy machine at the HandyMart. They're the size of postage stamps (have you ever seen those? your mom uses them to mail Christmas cards?) and, using the "spy eye" microscope on my Psychic Army Knife, I can just make out the teeny tiny words:
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and then there's some weird sigils.
I guess I’ll start. Let the first meeting of the Irrational Students of Psyhigh come to order! Can I offer anyone a beverage? Water? Kombucha from Yuggoth? Cold brew ayahuasca? No? Ok.
Before coming to Psyhigh, I could take a bus downtown, buy a Monster or a Fang from the 7-11, and go to the mall and hang around outside Forever 21 and spit.
Now, I have to catch a ride on an itinerant giant millipede when it shuffles by, haggle with some gnome over a flagon of refreshment, and when I finally get to the Mighty Ice Caves of Reberak some oversized dog-faced man with a badge chases me off with a battle axe!
I just want my life back.
And I got infested by Mind Leaches from reading the magazines in the Irrational Student Lounge. All of them are outdated but it took me a week to get JoJo Siwa out of my head. I had to see the nurse and get the treatment.