2:35 p.m.
I explore a new area of Another Dimension. I see something that looked like a shrine with all sorts of hieroglyphs I couldn’t understand. They don’t teach that in marketing class. Somehow I feel as if I should be terrified, that I should panic. But I guess years of grinding through the 9 to 5, moving back and forth cities, has either strengthened my will or has alienated me to the point of indifference. I think dehumanized is the word.
But now that there’s monsters, portals and prophesies of doom, selling “top quality” General Store supplies doesn’t seem so important anymore. Why am I even here? I’m not the hero type. If I wanted to be a hero, I’d have been a soldier and not a salesman. It’s in my nature, I guess. I do what needs to be done. Yesterday, I needed to make money. Today, I need to do something else, and I have a feeling that whatever it is that I now need to do, pretty soon, I’ll be efficient at it too.
Well, I couldn’t read the hieroglyphs so I start shooting at the shrine, just to see what happens. Suddenly, the ground shakes and the portal I came through begins to close. I run towards it with the strange feeling that if I don’t make it to the portal, I’ll be lost in time and space.
Either way, the gate I entered will automatically close. The only concern right now is which side of the gate I’ll end up in.
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