boyguro
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W A S T E
tampa, florida | may 5th 2017 | 81° f
when a small-town unknown magician and self-proclaimed clairvoyant by the pseudonym of lowe ulysses with no prior records makes his grand breakthrough in the city of tampa, florida, the public can't seem to get enough of him and his ingenious tricks. from little stage shows and street palm readings to giant billboards on the sides of the cities biggest skyscrapers, flashing his beaming smile, holding his inked hand up with a deck of cards and the words "DO YOU BELIEVE?", lowe has become a national star. beloved and a fascination to all, despite his abrupt leap of fame, lowe refuses to appear on television and declines all offers for interviews under the justification that he was here to divine the world with his magic and not to chase after cynics, though if they truly wished to test him, they would have to see him themselves.
THE ULTRAZONE. lowe's psychic business, a small glowing shop in the center of the city covered in neon signs, easily otherwise overlooked and mistaken for just another run-down cheap spiritual emporium. the shop beckons you and your friends, the skeptics, the believers, it claims to know your future and darkest secrets. you can't help but wonder, if this guy lives up to the rumors, the gossip, the hype, the stardom, if you could walk in and back out with your life in your hands. what if you could find out your destiny? what if you didn't like it? would you change it, if you could?
there are infinite parallel universes. perhaps you want a second chance at life, perhaps you're not satisfied with your given fate, or perhaps you're simply cynical. the next morning you wake up and your house is torched, your and your sister become orphans. you don't have a sister. you wake up the next day in a jail cell for homicide six months into your sentence. three days later everything returns to normal, until a shooting at a birthday party in a nightclub kills your best friend. the next day they call you up asking for a ride into the city. they have no recollection of anything happening. the only thing that remains constant is the glowing "OPEN" sign on the crookedy store at the end of the street.
there are infinite parallel universes. which one will you land in?
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