Journal Comm for Ipswich

Where am I? What...was that thing?

...I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto?

I really hate motels.

So, people out there in internet land. What are you? Who are you? Are any of you remotely useful to this situation? Students, tourists, doctors? Any one interesting? Lets play the get to know you game. Believers? Non-believes? Witches? Lawyers? Teachers?

Actually, if you're a Lawyer don't talk to me, you're probably evil.

This would be so much easier if I just knew who to contact

Okay, so every time I try to call ANYONE I know, I get disconnected or the person on the other end of the line tells me they have no idea who I'm talking about. WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK. Goddammit I want to go home!

I was NOT expecting this! I was just lounging at home watching some movie, when this dude just breaks into the door, and mugs me! Then I wake up next to some strange, and magical barn, and I find that I have a new communication device, and a credit card.

Hey, Raziel? You responsible for this? No, it wouldn't be you. Samael?

Whoever did this, I'd like to know.

Oh I KNEW this shit was gonna happen. Fucking, stupid, useless... I'm actually close for once, but never mind that, right? The power is bursting at the seems here, it's literally ridiculous. That... burnt down barn or whatever the hell that was that I showed up at was the worst. It was like a freaking power bomb blew up... that didn't make any sense. This is not good. There are worlds of not good in this town.

Better question... where the hell am I sleeping tonight? Time to hoof it until I find a hotel... I should have started carrying a compass years ago.

Strange day. Hello random town of Ipswich that I've never been to. You and your surrounding areas are giving me a headache.