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[hasabigscythe]

[There is a big blonde guy at a random corner of camp scratching his head and staring confuzzledly at  his laptop.]

How the hell do I work this thing to get to the good stuff?

(OOC: b-brb guys, gotta cut my hair ;;b back!)

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[mustbecrazy_]

Secret password.

[hasabigscythe]

There's a secret password?

[mustbecrazy_]

But of course! The good good stuff is too good to show just anyone with a keyboard, after all!

[hasabigscythe]

You're right! How do you get around these secret passwords?

[mustbecrazy_]

Secret procedure!

[hasabigscythe]

Secret procedure? How do you go about that?

[mustbecrazy_]

Secret instructions! Surely you're noticing a pattern now.

[hasabigscythe]

And who gives these secret instructions?

[mustbecrazy_]

A secret omnipotent presence! Aaand not so secret if you've heard of him.

[hasabigscythe]

Oh? Who may that be?

[mustbecrazy_]

God!

[hasabigscythe]

I don't like god.

[mustbecrazy_]

I'm hurt.

[hasabigscythe]

Are you trying to tell me that you're god?

[mustbecrazy_]

It's not really trying when I'm outright stating that, but yes!

[hasabigscythe]

...I'm not sure I believe you.