Involuntary RPG Journal Entries

SKULL & VOLS

It feels dumb posting this without Kody around to bother us, but yeah. I didn't have a lot of friends back home, so, I guess I'm kind of glad to have you guys. This is about as sentimental as I will get. I don't have a Facebook and I will never get one, so good luck keeping in touch. (I'm kidding, I'll give you my email if you want it.)

FILTER: 95/96

Jesse Eisenberg?

Will someone please get the toddler out of my room.

Yes, it's true. I caused the Super Bowl blackout.

FILTER: 1995ers Minus Kody

Kody still believes in Santa Claus. I feel like we need to stage some kind of intervention.

Can I request to get my tracking bracelet made into a belt? Maybe one of those headlamp-type accessories. A giant backpack, maybe. I really want to be able to show it off when I go home.

Okay, I need a show of hands (as much as that is possible in text-based communication). How many of you think I look like Anthony Liu? Actually - how many of you don't even realize that I am an entirely separate human being?

It's strange how having a dreadlocked man in a speedo crawl after me in the cafeteria now constitutes an "average day" here.

I'm taking out a restraining order against the Maple Magnet.

[OOC: pretend this was posted some time tonight. but I WONT BE AROUND so there ya go.]
FILTERED TO: Karim

You know things about people, right? Tell me everything you know about Brad Swartz. Or at least tell me how to Google him so that I can find out the most information.

And here I thought being away from America would save me from the campaign trail.

Arachnid funeral: check. Kid getting strung up on a flagpole: check. People getting teleported and/or screaming about something (still haven't figured out what this one is about): check. I'm beginning to think this is part of the Seven Signs of the Apocalypse (are there even seven of those?). December 21st is coming, IVI! Gird your loins.

FILTERED TO: Vampire Ted

Do you remember that girl I told you about? The one who thought I was gay. Well, long story short, she's made a few comments about my lack of pectorals and this concerns me, because it's not that I'm interested in her but - girls like pecs, right? Or at least, some sort of muscle definition. Of which I currently have none.

Anyway, blah blah blah, I don't know how to exercise. I almost failed my Physical Education classes because I stopped showing up halfway through the lacrosse unit.

I need to find the kid who has Poison Affinity immediately. I hate myself

( FROM THE NOTEBOOKS OF SETH M. WASSERMAN, 9 AUGUST 2012 )

There's a joke to be made about how all of our teams are named after birds and yet we're stuck in this forcefield bubble with the added bonus of potential solitary confinement, but I can't quite get at it.

The "Human Preservation Society" is an awful name. Makes me think of a bunch of vigilantes running around dumping formaldehyde on all those who've been "attacked" by Vols.

Wow! Being 17 is really fun! I don't wanna grow up, I'm a Toys 'R' Us kid.

Does anyone under the age of eighteen want to do something other than complain about our sobriety. We can meditate intensely and it will take us to a level on par with intoxication. Seriously, my step dad swears by it. Am I kidding, or am I being serious? Only time will tell.

Fine. I caved.

My name is Seth Wasserman. I'm a mole. I have no powers. I've been hired by the United States government to keep an eye on our most valuable weapons of mass destruction. Happy Tuesday.