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Whoops, there goes another server farm.  Well you warned them that you were overburdened.  Guess they should have spent more money on disaster prevention.  You get a job across town as a security guard and you have a lot more slack all of a sudden.   You spend most of the time on the job napping or eating in the office.  Eventually you get a little radio and you listen to it a lot during downtime.  Your favorite shows are the conspiracy theory talkshows that come on in the middle of the day.  One day an ad for [[Campaign Powered Anal Vitality Pizza Shots]]™ is playing between segments about the evils of capitalism and the objective reality of DMT elves when you get another million dollar idea.  

You start to work more hours as a security guard and you put the money into renting a cubicle in the local hackerspace where rainbow haired kids make goofy shit to wear in the woods or desert.  [[You restrain your natural inclination to in invoke the meth demon]] and after months of painstaking research, trial and error and self-experimentation you have developed a prototype suit that lets you transport some of your physical presence with you when you smoke DMT.  

Once you have that figured out, you spend a while in the DMT dimensions, getting your bearings.  Even when you have some solid reality there, travel is disorienting and you only have so long to work: you can only drink so much yage back at home to extend the experience before you risk puking in the suit, and you haven't figured out how to do that safely yet. 

So it takes a long time for you to build a somewhat stable structure over there in the DMT dimension but once you finally get a nice little pyramid to usually be there you put out your shingle and start Earth's first interdimensional sex tourism agency.

People are lining up around the block for their chance to fuck an underage machine elf mid-transformation or get sucked off for a subjective eternity by a self-dribbling jeweled basketball, and the beautiful thing about it is that [[now that DMT is legal in Libreville]] the cops can't charge you with shit.

# [[Your prototype suit is too expensive to clean]]
# [[DMT elves invade reality to stop you from exploiting them]]


[[Category: DMT Sex Tourism]][[Category: Hyperwiki Adventure]]