“Remember that misuse of language can lead to miscommunication, and that miscommunication leads to everything that has ever happened in the whole of the world.”

― Joseph Fink, Welcome to Night Vale

There was a fortune teller in town who everyone thought was a fake, but he was the real deal. He liked to be vague, or even purposely misleading when telling people’s fortunes because sometimes it lead to a good laugh, and sometimes it was necessary. Knowing the future was a heavy burden. Not everyone was ready to know what their future held, so he would tell them in a way that they could easily misconstrue. For most people, this made them happy because they didn’t realize the danger they were in, or they were happy to have something good happen when they expected the worst. However, when a traveler came through town, he stopped to get his fortune told. The fortune teller was so struck by what he saw, he was almost thrown from his chair. Unable to hide or recovered quick enough from his reaction, he was forced to tell the truth. When the man heard of his fate, he was inconsolable, and demanded the fortune teller accompany him on his journey, so that if, or when, the fortune didn’t come true, the traveler could kill him himself.

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