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[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[The terminal comes on to video of tattooed hands flickering over it and then a form in spiky armor pacing irritably in front of it.]

Two weeks and I have found no exit. Only stairs, magic, and demons. Or creatures that might as well be.

[He stops pacing and finally leans over the computer to bring his face into focus. From his voice, it shouldn't be much of a surprise that he looks distinctly displeased.]

So I resort to this "technology."

Who knows how to remove these collars?

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[fifty]

No one knows how or we wouldn't be wearing 'em. Well, except if you go home, then it's gone, but it's there again if you come back.

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

And how does one go home?

[fifty]

I dunno, it's like all the sudden you're there, same as you get here. But everything's destroyed like they said.

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[And he slams both hands down to the side of the computer.]

I won't believe that.

[fifty]

I went back and saw my world all messed up.

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

You are certain it was your world?

[fifty]

Absolutely.