Loose fun dip . Package was gone , just a pocket full of cherryflavored sugary powder and a white stick . I remember the girl giving me the pack of candy and I remember putting it in my pocket but what happened to the packaging ? I couldn ' t understand what was happening in my pocket , it was full of grainy powder . Also I think I ate mushrooms that night too . <| sep |> Can ' t find the words . Stunning . <| sep |> To be honest I don ' t think our society needs more censorship . Some of the things written in the chat is a little over the top , but is is only a game . <| sep |> Enjoy your pack <| sep |> 1 . Google Complex . Mountain View , CA . 2 . New York Stock Exchange . New York City , NY . 3 . Ueno Park . Tokyo , Japan . 4 . Ayers Rock . Northern Territory , Australia . NEVER VISIT . And that was it . I examined the letter carefully again , then put it down on the dorm room desk . It was definitely my handwriting . Rather than a pad , the page looked like it had been hastily torn out of a book . In fact , the paper resembled that inside my current journal , which I hadn ' t written in for months but still stubbornly carried around in my backpack . Some sort of dark liquid had stained the bottomright corner , possibly coffee or some kind of paint . I shook my head . Grabbing my keyring , I got up and went out into the hall of my dorm , the big oak door of my single clicking as it locked itself behind me . It was late , just after midnight . I walked into the commons area and flicked on the lights . Someone had left the windows open . Somewhere in the distance , I could hear the sounds of the usual Friday night party at the New Apps , still cheerfully in full swing . Okay , I thought as I refilled my Nalgene at the sink . Let ' s take it from the top again . First question was Future Me actually trying to tell me to go to those places ? Like a weird kind of selfreverse psychology ? No . That felt wrong . I ' d always been way too literalminded and straightforward for that kind of crap . And that was with other people , let alone with myself . Whatever the future held , I couldn ' t see that changing at any point . No . Future Me really meant it . Don ' t go to these places . Never ever . Nobody really knew how the Letters worked . They ' d just started turning up one day , always handwritten , always delivered at some point between the recipient ' s eighteenth and twentyfirst birthdays . My dad ' s had mainly consisted of mediocre stock tips . People and scientists had tried running all sorts of experiments trying to modify casuality and such . None of them really turned up anything . The Letters just . were . And it didn ' t seem to matter if people actually wrote their Letters in the future or not . Some did , word for word , out of superstition , or because they were worried about paradoxes or what have you . But it didn ' t actually seem to matter . Even those who actually died somehow afterwards had still received their Letters , and always had . A gift to the human race , they called it . A temporary break in the uncertainty that characterizes human life . Sometimes , though , the Letters could get creepy . I tried to remember what that one author the poet back in the Fifties had said his had read . Something like . what will we be when the postmasters come to collect their due ? . wait . What was that sound ? I ' d shut off the tap , but I could still hear this kind of . hissing sound in the background . From behind me . I slowly turned . The other exit to the Commons was completely dark . No sign of even the emergency lights that were supposed to be on at all hours . There was a sudden feeling of . pressure in the air , like the way your eardrums feel right after a plane takes off . Outside , the tone of the party had changed . More highpitched than the usual babble of conversation . were those screams ? . The lights in the commons flickered and died . I turned and started to run .