net.

And here we go again.

Only this time, why am I in Vegas?

Beats the hell out of dealing with- I need a car and driving directions to New Orleans.

Preferably in the next half hour. I have a dinner engagement.

As much as I love Vegas, I really don't appreciate being kidnapped.

Many of you have been taken not only from your homes, but from your families and loved ones. Forced here against your will, no longer able to trust even your own senses let alone anyone else.

I am truly sorry. I know well what it's like to be taken in by strangers and weaned on lies and deception. I know well the sense of injustice you must be feeling. That there is some force, some entity, that deemed their destiny for you more important than the future you may have chosen for yourselves.

I wish each person here to know that without bitterness or malice, I shall do everything within the realm of my abilities to help uncover the truth of this place, and until then -- I wish to offer my services to all those who need them. My magic seems unfettered much by these surroundings, and if I can use it to make anyone more comfortable -- all you must do is ask.

Well, considering everything, I can't say that randomly appearing Vegas is the worst thing that's ever happened to me.

Or the worst place I've ever shown up in.

It's not Halloween and I'm still here. (...) Fuck, this place is serious.

As interesting as this place seems to be I have other things I need to be doing...

Figures that I'd end up in the only place worse than LA: Las fucking Vegas.

I know it's Halloween but I'm pretty sure Vegas wasn't on my list of destinations. So... anyone has any idea what's going on? I wanna get the hell out of here, this isn't how I planned on spending my one day of freedom.

Well this is quite brilliant isn't it?