WE DID IT! You bastards have forced me to do a sequel.
And, since we are out of reach goals, I've added a new one. At the end of this book, you have the choice to go evil or good. If we hit 125k, you geeks get to vote on whether the second book follows path 1 or path 2. (see graph below)
Now, enjoy your story bit:
Since you don't know what each pill does, you decide to hedge your bets by taking all of them at once.
Suddenly, you can taste colors. Blue tastes like blood. So do red and yellow. At this point, you realize your mouth is full of blood.
You pass out and enter a state of disturbed dreaming. Strange flickers of color dance before and behind you as your vision becomes vast and panoramic. You attempt to shout “holy balls!” but no “holy balls” is forthcoming in this silent cathedral of the psyche.
In the blackness, a deep voice booms. “I come to you through The Energy, young one. I want to tell you a secret that has been kept hidden from you. Everything in the universe - matter, space, energy - everything is made of tiny particles. These are the granules of reality, and they are called booleons. Every living being is made up of a certain amount of booleons, some of which are yes-booleons, and some of which are no-booleons. A person’s luck in life is tied to how many yes-booleons he has. All the great beings of history and mythology have had a high ratio of yes to no. The gods and titans higher still.”
It is fortunate that you are unable to speak, because in your drugged stupor, you attempt to say “Whoaaaaaaa” 29 times during the speech.
Gain Psychic Aspect: Once per act, you may peek ahead to see where the options of your current scene lead.
You wake up in a pool of your own fluids. This is unhygienic, even for the engineering department.
You check your phone. The exam is in 3 minutes. You haven’t studied much, but you’ve got Grit*.
Go to 5.
*Grit is the commercial name of a prescription amphetamine.