At the edge of town, there’s a shitty gas station that’s open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Row after row, the shelves are filled with off-brand chips, cookies, potted meats, and lots more. Expiration dates suspiciously missing from the canned goods like they were filed off years ago, and a faded “wet floor” sign from way back covers a large crack in the foundation by the cooler where a tar pit has begun to form, preserving countless insect and small rodents. To get to the point, WEIRD THINGS tend to happen at the gas station. From squawking advertising sales crows, to a strange man in a raincoat who refuses to do anything but stare into the gas station window, to the strange murder cult in the woods, a multitude of strange auditees come to the gas station.

You walk into your first shift to find Jerry making a pitch for joining the Mathmetists...religion, to the very tired and annoyed Jack who's desperately trying to get him to leave. Jerry leaning over the counter in robes, as Jack leans back on his stool, tapping on his book when he notices you. You can't tell if his smile is because he's happy to see you, or because he now has an excuse to try and get him to leave

Jack: "Hey, um... Val was it? Glad you showed up, how about I show you how to clock in over here?"

He motions to the board with everyone's work schedule (You and his) with the clock in machine right next to it, as the cultist turns to you, smiling with a wide and strangely enticing expression as he holds up his flyer

Jerry: "Hey! You got a minute to hear about Mathmetism? We specialize in the theory that the world-"

Jack cuts him off quickly and swiftly, the smile falling from his face as the monotone voice returns

Jack: "Its a cult. Just... ignore him and he'll eventually go away"

Jerry looked offended as he turned to you, trying to defend himself

Jerry: "Again, not a cult. More of a....religion. A Mathmechurch even?"