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I need a name for a female German Shepard. I've been adopted.

[ words are heavily inked, as though the writer exerted too much pressure while writing ]

What is this place?

[ ooc: written in the afternoon of the 18th ]

Anybody tried out the internet here? It's as fucked up as the cities.

There's some kind of forum, though, sort of reminds me of home. And Twitter and shit. Gotta love that. That's how I caught on to something being not right with the way it worked.

I used to have a great sense of direction. Now I'm lucky if I can find my way back to the same place twice. Here I thought I'd accomplished something finding New York, or whatever passes for it.

[ written around two a.m. ]

We've got vamps in not-LA.

At least, I'm assuming that's new information to the rest of you who haven't been here long, since I figure, if people knew there were fucking fanged dangers lurking in the night, they'd have shared that information.

I just found the Slayer HQ. Here. Lets discuss the awesomeness of what this means.

I get my bed back!

Day's bad enough and then someone's gotta go make it worse. Someone better start talking now.

Hardison, if this is some idea of yours, I'm leaving your ass out in the woods with the redneck militia next time.