When I entered the cathedral, a robotic priest jolted awake. He welcomed me with a metallic voice, ‘Greetings pilgrim, are you here for death or ice cream?’
What the hell? Ice cream? It’s not even hot, and I definitely don’t want death; I thought cyberspace was my ticket to immortality? After gathering myself, I explained, ‘Uhhh, I just need some clams so I can pay a guy.’
‘Tattersall’s Church is here to fulfill human desire,’ the priest replied. ‘However, to claim your prize, you must offer to meet the creator.’
Sheesh. Meet the creator? What? Like a sacrificial lamb? I dunno about this cyberspace religion; it’s creeping me out. Use the comments below, should I nope out of this place? How am I gonna earn some clams?
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