Spinning Compass Network

So... Hal is gone. I haven't seen Tom either or Ajax for that matter And I'm not quite sure what to do now.

I feel very weird. I mean they're all I have. Or... All I had.

Anyone want a ghost to hang about? I don't eat... Anything? I don't drink.

I can help move things?

I finally get my tower back only to end up with these noisy, dragon looking things hanging around and making it impossible to sleep.


What the hell are they and how do you get rid of them? Seriously?

I know this is following up Malcolm's tirade awful close, but I've sat here quietly for far too long.

Hullo, my name is George Sands Jr and I'm a werewolf.

If we haven't met in some way, through my fiancee or my daughter, if I haven't said hello to you before now, that's because you all come off as a bunch of self serving cunts.

The first chance you get, the moment anyone says anything you don't like you set off on attacking them. Attacking their opinions with your own, and getting right pissed because they wont change their opinions to suit yours. And when you still don't get your way you resort to mindless low brow insults.

If everyone had the same bloody opinion this place would get pretty fucking boring. What makes one person interesting is the fact that they have a different opinion than you do. You should respect the fact that someone is brave enough to have their own opinion and have their own principles and are willing to stand by them. Instead of calling names sit and get to know their opinion, open your mind to new things. The world is a lot bigger than the little space you occupy.

I realize that's just what I did. Name call. And it was a little low brow, but it seems intelligence has bypassed some of you, so that's all you understand. Low brow insults.

I was the second person to arrive to this death trap of an island. Does that make me the king of the mountain? Fuck no. Does it entitle me to my own opinion? Well no, but I do have my own because I am my own man. They are often not even the same as my darling Nina's, but that's why I love her. Because she's bold and loud and outspoken. Doesn't fucking care if you like her or not.

Now we could all come together, and find some common ground, rather than sit at each other's throats, and make this island livable again. Or you can sit in your fucking corners and mumble and moan and cry when someone's individual thought doesn't jive with yours.

I know, while you all had your heads up your arses, there are quite a few tragic things that happened. Instead of being at someone's throat, why don't you take a moment, and look and see if there's someone who needs a little sympathy. Maybe it isn't someone you've seen show any, but does that really matter? A broken heart is a broken heart. Pretend you don't know anything about them, and do the kind human thing to do. Offer a hand, a shoulder, or a kind word. Maybe a clean tissue wouldn't hurt. If wouldn't hurt you in some way, wrap a sad stranger up in a hug, and just tell them it'll be alright. Even if it wont. You don't know how far those kind words will go. How much those kind words will help rebuild someone's faith.

We all have to live here. Or we will all die here. You can contribute to one, or the other.

I just wanted you all to know that I have come into possession of a small shop in which I shall be selling and repairing and altering electronics. It's just opposite the hospital. Please feel free to stop by if you need anything fixing. I am also open to making items to order for communication and security.

Accepted payments are food, drink, and old electronic devices that are good for parts. All payment is negotiable.

Fuck this. Just fuck the lot of you, I'm so fucking done. If anyone's actually fucking interested, by the way, the result of your completely calm, mature and non-judgmental vote on the age of consent came in at 16. But I didn't fucking bother saying anything, because what's actually the fucking point? You know, it wasn't even about that anyway- but it just fucking proves how fucking incompetent and useless the fucking place is. You can't even have a civilised discussion about a frankly, very simple question without just fucking attacking each other, and judging, and spewing your fucking opinion all over the place, as if anyone actually fucking cares- and stop right there, because I know you're about to say that I'm doing exactly the fucking same thing, but I don't fucking care. And I don't expect anyone else to fucking care, either. That's the fucking difference, yeah? I don't care. You don't care. We all so fucking apathetic you could write a fucking popular novel about it. Half of us get fucking locked in a prison that then somehow magically lets you all back out again? Do we try to figure out why or how or who was behind it? No, we just fucking accept it, all's well that ends well, well no, it fucking isn't all well, yeah? None of this- is ever to be fucking all right, but no, let's just fucking pretend that we're fine. It's so much fucking easier. Cunts.

[Grey.]

Shit. Come to bed?

Erm... guys. There's a drunk French dude yelling and cutting off his hair with a knife in the pub.

And I totally didn't provoke it!

Okay, well maybe I teased him about his hair a little. But, dude, over-reaction, much?

He keeps saying something that sounds like "kinney voo rien". I have no idea. I totally bailed on French class in tenth grade.

He's blond, dirty and used to have pretty, curly hair before he started hacking at it.

Can someone, like, come claim him or something? Someone needs to convince him that he needs to go to bed and sleep it off. He's gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.

Oh god, I am definitely not allowing myself into the kitchen with the intent of cooking again. :( I need some lessons.