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I'm tired of sitting around waiting for something to try and get me.

As much as I hate this place for what effect it has on my control, it's starting to be bearable.

Well this is certainly unexpected. Though, not completely unpleasant even if the apartment I was assigned needs some serious work.

Girl from the store! I WANT MY STUFF BACK.

Okay. Joke's over. Where's the nearest exit? Barring that, how about a liquor store?

Like I'm really going to help save the world.

These protein bars are useless. Dean would pitch a fit if he had to sit around eating two a da

Anyone know where I can find a supplies store around here? I need to stock up on some stuff.

There aren't any banks here. I can't get to my account.

I want my money.

This place seems to be a magnet for weirdness. Everyone here who I've met so far is just so different from the everyday people I'd see in New York all the time.


...something tells me I should be weirded out, but I'm not.

This isn't real.

This can't be real.