by MonkeyGirl18 » Fri Mar 25, 2016 4:12 pm
The Fortune Teller picks up some cards and lays them out on the table in front of you. She looks a little concerned at first, and your stomach falls-- Not that you believed in this kind of stuff anyways, of course, it’s just a little off-putting. Dead-serious, the woman looks you in the eye and says that if you stay as you are, you’re headed for certain unhappiness. She instructs you that it is time to change your routine, your drive, your career even. You thank the Fortune Teller and exit her tent on the way to rethink your life. On the way out, you see a sign up sheet for being a Mime. Might as well register...
Whelp, guys, I'll see you guys later. I have to pack my bags and become a carnie. I was told I need to be a mime.