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So. Um. Apparently I have an evil twin some kind of mental disorder?

Or really selective amnesia?

Also to the lady who threw stuff at me in the market I'm very sorry for whatever I did! I'm sure I didn't mean it/it was just a harmless prank/it was all a misunderstanding/invaders from mars did it.

Underline all that apply.

But I seriously can't remember.

What did I do?

Anyone else? If I did something crazy was it funny/did anyone take pictures/chalk it up to evil overlordliness?

Hey. Guys?

Zombies ate my pizza.

Also. Um. What the hell? I'm pretty sure I played this game. It was a lot more fun when the zombies were, you know, on screen.

In other news. Sky, I haven't seen you buddy, check in? Goes for like... Everyone. Luce, FM, Cross, Gramps, B, Kanin, B+, Big G, Spike... People, I want to know you are not eaten by zombies.

T, Want, now would be a great time to come back. idon'twanttobetheonlyonewhoknowswhatthesethingsare. fuck i hope this isn't the level with pyramid head.

((OOC: Strikes readable))

Okay. So.

• Magical journal? Check.
• Shower has been had? Check.
• Actually not-goopy clothing that still doesn't really fit? Check.
• Waking up in the most insane excuse for a social study without any memories or, you know, clothes, and being told the low-down by some poor girl who looked like she was going to faint? Double check.
• Getting practically manhandled around to god knows where without anyone telling me what the hell this is about and ending up writing this next to an endless rack of lady's high heels? GO TIME.

But seriously, magical journal, what the heck is going on?

Uh, and if these things work the way I'm told they are supposed to-- Hello there my fellow lab rats. I guess welcome me to the maze? And, you know, direct me to the cheese and not the sparks.

The name's Dash, by the way. As in dashingly handsome, or dashing to the rescue. You know, I’m good with either.

god I feel like a dork talking to a journal.