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LOOKS LIKE I'M FUCKING BACK TO SQUARE ONE. I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SAYING THIS, BUT I'M GLAD TO BE BACK HERE. AT LEAST HERE SOME OF YOU FUCKASSES ARE STILL ALIVE.

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[He woke up to an empty room earlier, so the first thing he did was meander his ass down to the library terminal. Forever attached to the computer. He flicks on the video, looking like he'd been emotionally assaulted by a truck. Living for weeks in a place where all of your friends are dead will do that to you.

Despite the obvious red stains on his cheeks, he tries to keep his usual ornery face on.]

The Veil is a fucking ghost rock, guys. Someone please tell me I wasn't the only one sent back to their world like this? This is like the epitome of epic mindfuck torture.

[America is looking bright and cheerful! Those who've seen him around, he hasn't really been that way recently, so this may be a good change! Or maybe you know him from home and are groaning right now.]

Okay, so yeah, you can go back to your places sometimes, and it looks like everything's kind of in pieces and... Stuff. [vague gesture]

But! That doesn't mean it can't be fixed! We just have to figure out what they're doing and... Do it backwards. You know, everyone from different times and stuff? So they have to have a time machine! [He makes flying gesture with his hand through space which is obviously meant to represent a time machine moving through time. Obviously.] And we should steal it, right, and then we go back before the world is destroyed and fix it!

We just have to figure out where they're keeping the time machine.