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You and your worst enemy spent a lifetime making each other miserable. After death, your consciousness and memories merged. It turns out you are the same person, and in a previous life you were such a bastard that you were reincarnated into two so you could experience yourself first-hand.

A new designer drug, aptly named “Skip”, allows people to go about their work day completely zoned out. You simply blink, and suddenly your shift is over. It worked great, until one day you woke up to all of your coworkers dead and a knife firmly gripped in your hand.

I can now wake up to a world where my little MSpaint drawing is permanently attached to someones leg. I may open my eyes and smile softly at the thought of this little bastard experiencing every adventure you may go on, and being there with you through all of time, through trail and tribulation, through wonderment and companionship. Do us proud.