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[salamancer.livejournal.com]

 This is rather interesting.
The note I received upon arriving claims that my world was destroyed, and I have been saved. I’m quite aware it was destroyed, thank you, and I was already saved from the clutches of death and his absurd variety of board games by the game I happened to be playing at the time. In fact, I believe the fact that I was playing this game was the very reason the world was destroyed in the first place. If anyone were to need to be ‘saved’ from this coming apocalypse, it would be someone left behind on earth, would it not? Not I, who was in a certain definition of the word, quite safe where I was.
If it’s not too much for you, my apparent ‘saviors’, I would much appreciate if I were to be placed back exactly where I was previous. I had far too much to do, you see, which was of significant importance to the future well being of myself and my companions. Without me to guide them to safety, your predictions of a destroyed world will in fact come true, and it is simply something I cannot stand for.

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[parappa-strider.livejournal.com]

Fine. Let me grab my shit too, then. God you wouldn't believe the stuff they shoved into my box of wonders. At first I was like, sweet, this shit is cool, had some of my posters from home, some shitty weapons like usual, even fucking apple juice. Then I found a smuppet and thought, okay, disturbing as hell. And then at the very freaking bottom? Say hi to fucking Lil' Cal staring right up at me! I was about to chop him to bits when he suddenly disappeared. He's wandering around my room now, I swear it's driving me crazy, the sooner we get out of here the better.

Anyways, enough of my creepy ass experiences with that hell spawn, let's go.

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

I haven't really looked through my things, yet. I woke up and immediately looked for a means of communication.
Honestly, would you have expected otherwise among your things, Dave?

Alright. Let us head to the floor, split off to our rooms, then you can meet me in 1-01, alright?

[parappa-strider.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sounds good to me. Alright I'll see you there. Hopefully I can find something to actually carry all of my crap in, might have to tie it up into a blanket or something retarded looking.

[And he's off to go pick up his crap from his room.]