PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

So, this probably isn't the best place to admit something like this, but I, uh, ran away from home just arrived here in LA and...well, I really don't want to chance sleeping in an alley so...anyone know of a really, really cheap motel to stay at?

I feel...others in the Force. Not Jedi sith or other Force-users per say, but...something. Someone. People who have...mind abilities, I suppose is the best way to describe it. And I sense that they feel me, too.

And what are these mobile suits I keep hearing mentions of?

Jesus Hell, I look like I got hit by a truck. The Pyro's got a goddamn right hook on her.

So, is anyone here actually a long-term resident of L.A. and not just passing through? I think you're the people I should be talking to...

A voice. I can hear a voice. In the darkness...

OK, this is strange. Doors just don't randomly take you to LA. And since when did LA look this bad? And I didn't bring myself here, so this doesn't make sense.

And better yet, what's with this message boards? All this talk of vampires, demons, witches and robots. Since when do so many people know about these things? It's like a giant cult, and kind of weird. And with this being on the internet...so much for keeping secrets.

I still don't know how I got here. I doubt this is some kind of test from the Sisters, that doesn't add up. One minute I was in Magic School, and then I'm here.

I hope San Francisco doesn't look as bad as this place. So what's the background story on the weird and creepy going on around here?

I really can't handle this right now