Cloven Joe

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6/18/2021 2:25pm

President Morax wasn't wrong. I arrived back at Psyhigh in my signature puff of brimstone and the first thing I saw was the flyer:

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PSYCHIC BUSINESS LEADERS OF TOMORROW

Due to the recent unexpected disappearance of PBLOT president Norma 9, nominations are open for a new leader for our innovative and enthusiastic organization.

Do you love business? Do you love:

Being the boss?
Delegating responsibility?
Enjoying the fruits (and responsibilities) of privilege?

APPLY TODAY!

Warwick Hall Room 101
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So I clip-clopped over to Warwick Hall, opened the door to room 101 and found several very nervous looking students.

"Hi! I'm Cloven Joe, and--"

"Oh thank god," said the most nervous looking one of the bunch. "We were worried you weren't going to show up, and we had very strict instructions..."

Obviously President Morax (or his flunkies) must have been in touch already.

"Just sign here, and here, and here...."

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6/11/2021 11:31pm

It was during this time that I was offered the one zillion dollar deal.

A zillion dollars is a real thing in the Nether Realms™. The Lust and Greed sub-autonomous divisio-corps are able to leverage each other and break the rules of mathematics to allow for it. I mean, it's still a lot of money, even with inflation.

"I tell ya, kid. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity. And all ya gotta do is be yourself."

President Morax, from Tartarus State U, had dropped by when the parents were at work. He paced around the living room, careful to swing his big bull's head around the light fixture as he passed it.

"You'll be a natural! President of the Psychic Business Leaders of Tomorrow! They happen to have an opening and I just know you'll get the job if you apply. President Joe!"

"And in return?"

"Some day I'll come to you for a favor. After that, you graduate, and you've got a zillion dollars tucked away to help you figure out whatever it is you want to do with your life."

It was definitely a big opportunity of some kind. I just wasn't sure what.

"I'm in," I said. "When do I start?"

A long silver thread of saliva drooled out of President Morax's big bull mouth and onto the carpet.


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6/5/2021 11:04pm

I made it out of the clink at the border the hard way. I called my parents.

My parents are high-flying professionals in the nether realms. "Climbing the rings" is the only thing that's important to them. When I couldn't get into Inferno High School or Perdition High School or Pandemonium High School, they sent me to Psyhigh as the final backup. Otherwise known as "total failure school." Mostly I think they just wanted me out of their hair.

Which is why they were especially unhappy to see me.

"You know that school is costing us a lot of money, Joe," my mom says over the dinner table, strewn with bones. Her hair was on fire, but that was normal. "You need to graduate. Even though it's not an infernal high school, we have a relationship with the head of the acceptance board at Tartarus State--"

"I told you I DON'T want to study business!"

Smoke drifts up from my dad's nostrils, up over his horns. He won't even look at me. He just stares into his martini.

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Orca Powder
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5/31/2021 5:08pm

I got a little hung up at cross-D customs. The Six Trancemasters swore the paper was legit on these Quasicrystals, but the guards at the Borderlands say otherwise.

If anybody can vouch for me and pay the bail I swear I’ll make it worth your while!





5/28/2021 5:06pm

With my transmigrational abilities through the various and occasionally sordid nether realms, I find myself in a unique position to arrange for the procurement of certain hard-to-find items at the school or even this entire dimension! Hard-to-find in the sense of scarcity related to certain short-sighted so called “laws” or otherwise onerous paperwork. You know what I mean.

So, anybody find themselves in the market for such goods—hit me up!

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5/26/2021 10:46pm

POOF!

Hello, ev--er, cough.. cough.. gak! Hack! Cough! Ahrrrm.... {gak}

Ahem.

Hello, fellow students! Cloven Joe here, in my signature puff of brimstone.

How's everybody doing today?

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