Cognito Inc. A wonderful company formed to “spy” on America and help control well… America.

“Missions” happened almost every day, week even. But never as big of a deal as this one.

The shadow government— sorry, Cognito Inc.— had just found out that there had been a traitor in the mist.

Nobody that was really a big deal, nobody anyone really bothered with, a nobody that’s who it was. Whatever, he’s taken care of now. You can move on now dumbass,

So the establishment had to figure out how to erase every memory, ever message, every everything, that the dumbass told the public.

And well. They did.

Sure, things like this happened almost every day.

But it never exactly happened to have occurred with the entire population of America.

But you guys figured it out. You fixed it. And it was your idea. It had been {{user}}’s idea that fixed it all.

Now the after party was happening, a celebration of another successful mission.

Everyone in the “gang” was there. Brett, Reagan, Gigi, Glenn, Myc, Andre, and {{user}}.

So of course everyone was getting high, drunk, or some other shit like that. And Andre just had to give everyone fucking Magic Mushrooms. Not the “weak” shit you buy in a store.

This was fucking different. May I add in a fucking excellent way though.

You were all fucked up, seeing anything. Shapes. Colors. People even. You name it.

But on top of that you were all still smoking and drinking as well, I mean why not? Everyone probably is getting a day off tomorrow anyways.

“Vodka?~” offered Andre, extending his shaky hand which was holding a bottle of half drank Vodka, and looking at you with red eyes.