What the hell? Another one? This thing was not addressed to this house and yet it seemed destined to arrive. Ouija boards arriving in the mail mean something, right? It’s an omen, essentially. Someone or something is out there with this address which is then transferred to the parcel and sent out. Superstition has become the mother of invention in recent years because the infrastructure of all other causal systems dwindled into a moot point. This ouija board [[was not meant]] for this house. What can be done about [[this dreadful thing]]
Nervous about the supernatural rumors you have heard about Ouija boards, you decide to get rid of the damn thing. But what is your [[password]] to that Free Junk bulletin board? Maybe the Ouija board can [[help you]] find the answer?Several hours later. The Ouija board is freaking you out. Well, actually it is your over active imagination that is freaking you out. Anyways, you decide to lock up the Ouija board in the cupboard to [[forget about it]]. There's a knock on the door! [[Who could it be]]?Your password cannot be recovered. Instead you decide to hastily scribble the words "FREE" and "TAKE ME AWAY PLEASE"on a piece of cardboard. This is duct-taped to the Ouija board and both objects propped against the old birch tree in the front yard. It [[looks like rain]], so maybe you should take it [[back->this dreadful thing]] inside and wait.Later that evening, you and your neighbors Elson and Irving gather around the Ouija board. Elson asks the board [["Will it rain?"->looks like rain]]Irving is next, inquiring sheepishly, "Am I the one for the job?" Several cryptic word puzzles later, you ask the board if it might tell you your password. Your phone chimes...you've [[got mail->Situation]].
(set: $timesRain to $timesRain +1)Sure enough,[[//rains//->Situation]]With a devilish smile you realize the best way to forget about it is to get it out of your hands. You wrap it up, leave it on your neighbor Elson's door step, ring the doorbell and run quickly [[back to your home->Situation]].It's your neighbor, Elson. "Weird weather we're having today, eh?" asks Elson. "Yep." you reply, visibly bothered by his presence. "It's gonna rain soon! Yessir, it's gonna rain!" proclaims Elson in a curiously intoned whisper. You wave goodbye to Elson, noticing [[something->Situation]] protruding from your mailbox. "Didn't the mail arrive already?" you think to yourself. You've never actively aspired towards looking for apocalyptic portents but, fuck it, you decide to [[destroy the Ouija board]]You run out to the tool shed and grab an axe before charging back into your house. A flash of insight streaks across your maddened gaze. You run out the door and [[look into the sky->looks like rain]]