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“Mistee...I only come in peace. I wish to help you.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“I think your life sucks,” you say with a smile. “I think I can make it better.”
“Get the hell out of my house you little shit.”
You laugh. “Let’s not be hasty. Aren’t you smarter than that? I mean, at least you look pretty smart.”
Immediately, Mistee’s outfit changes from casual and rather revealing to something much more formal, complete with a fancy white blouse, sleek red jacket, gray business skirt, heels, and a pair of glasses to replace her contacts.
“What the-why do I look different? My clothes! I look like...uh...I don’t even know what! What did you do? Tell me!” She exclaims, freaking out. “But also...why do I...remember always dressing all fancy and shit?”
“I changed reality to alter your everyday clothing preferences,” you say. “Now, you’ve always dressed formally, though I decided to let you hang on to your old memories of dressing like a slut for your whole adult life. This is what I mean: I can change reality.”
“I-I don’t like it!” She screams. “Fix me and never fucking come back!”
You smile. Normally, reality changing impacts memories, but you decided to let this change sit with her.
None of the rest will.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“I think your life sucks,” you say with a smile. “I think I can make it better.”
“Get the hell out of my house you little shit.”
You laugh. “Let’s not be hasty. Aren’t you smarter than that? I mean, at least you look pretty smart.”
Immediately, Mistee’s outfit changes from casual and rather revealing to something much more formal, complete with a fancy white blouse, sleek red jacket, gray business skirt, heels, and a pair of glasses to replace her contacts.
“What the-why do I look different? My clothes! I look like...uh...I don’t even know what! What did you do? Tell me!” She exclaims, freaking out. “But also...why do I...remember always dressing all fancy and shit?”
“I changed reality to alter your everyday clothing preferences,” you say. “Now, you’ve always dressed formally, though I decided to let you hang on to your old memories of dressing like a slut for your whole adult life. This is what I mean: I can change reality.”
“I-I don’t like it!” She screams. “Fix me and never fucking come back!”
You smile. Normally, reality changing impacts memories, but you decided to let this change sit with her.
None of the rest will.
What do you do?
Create your own Path!