Wherein I lose a psi-amp, we get bushwhacked by spiders, jump-scared by midwives, eaten by flies, blown up by robots and play a little basketball to wind down from it all. Oh, and we finally break into tier 3 Psi powers, which almost single-handedly justifies taking the OSA career path.
Sadly, there is no way to take up our mysterious e-mailer on his offer.
