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[ Carl would be lying if he said the gas didn't fucked him up. It gave him nightmares, he couldn't sleep, he felt like he lost something back there with the terrified crowd. Whatever sense of not feeling safe he always had ever since coming here has just amplified, like he's living back in his world now.

The things he used to distract him is not working any more. Job hunting only frustrated Carl, as his aversion with large groups of people has only gotten worse.

So he gotta do something about it. He has gotten some help on the network, some good suggestions. Good start as any. ]

I got some quick questions.

1) What hobbies do you have that's cheap and easy to do? I'm getting bored with origami.

2) What are the kind of jobs that is good for not interacting a lot of people? I don't think being in large crowds is going to work for me anymore.

Thanks for any suggestions.

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[ Well in hindsight it's a total lie. He lived a hard life, sure, but he had some happy memories. ]

Well. No that's a lie. I'm sorry. They are just few and far between, back home.

[scleras]

What about a complete fantasy? Knights in shining armor? Dragons?

Ah! Space crusaders.