Blank's Thing

"What the hell is your problem," you blush. "I was trying to commit emo suicide."

"How can you commit suicide? You're dead. And I jumped after you cause, well, its my thing."

"What do you mean, dead?? I still have my body - I am not a spirit of any sort. If you prick me do I not bleed???"

"You blasted me and then yourself with enough gigapsychoelectricity to knock out a jogre, you silly goose! Maybe you should have learned what the proper gigapsychoelectricity setting is for a human beforehand, no? In any case I'm not mad at you. Stuff happens, and I guess I WAS being kind of a jerk..."

"I guess!" you giggle, rubbing the back of your head in embarrassment. "Well, now what do we do?"

Blank sighs, glancing around the flat, featureless wasteland swirling with mist. "Well I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, but it seems even the options of north, south, east and west are denied to us, since each direction is as good as any, and besides we dont know where north is."

1. Proceed in a random direction.
2. Try to determine the direction of North.

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