Reality Crash Communications

Perhaps it is not exactly important, but the local mother ship has been blocking my view of some of the stars these past few nights.
Would it be considered rude of me to ask them to move? I dare say, my etiquette with aliens isn't quite up to par these days.

I am aware that there is a U.F.O above us.
I ask that those of you that have the ability to do so, please do not engage in communication or try to antagonize these newcomers at this time until we know more.

I would also like to inquire if anyone recognizes the make of these ships and can give me any information on them.

-Inspector Tanith IDPD.
If you are unsure whether or not to trust me, that is fine. But please keep in mind, I am the only legally recognized voice for all things and beings transplanted here.

Okay, I think I've just about figured out how this thing works. I have a question, if anyone can help me with it. Is there a gym in this town? I haven't looked too hard, but from what I've seen at least, I haven't been able to locate anything. I am absolutely itching to get out of this manor, so if anyone knows of anything please let me know.

If not, does anyone want to...Christ, I don't know, just go for a run some mornings or something? I like the companyI do this kind of thing better when another person is involved.

Anyway, that's about it. If you know anything, give me a shout or something?

Thanks, random people of this town whom I have never met.

Raven.

All right, I'm sick of this.

Hello, it's Seth Trimble. Again. My brother has humbly returned to our domicile. All is well in the state of Denmark. Most of you remain idiots.

That said, if there's anyone out there who isn't barely functional and has experience with psychic abilities, I'm looking for a teacher. I can pay you. I'm having this problem with doing some things, and I'd like to correct it as soon as possible.

Additionally, I want to know who I write about fucking monsters in the streets. Don't you people have cops? Military? A militia? Hell, an angry mob would do the trick, and you are villagers. Do what comes naturally. I'm sick of sending my brother to the store and hearing about how our orange juice was stolen by harpies. What kind of deficient harpies steal orange juice? They're carnivores, in theory. Could you not spring for the actually intimidating model?

[Richard Harrow]

Would you like to join me for tea sometime?

[Public]

More Doctors? And yet still never the right one. I still need a job of some sort. Is there a hospital or something around here? Clinic? Anything like that?

So. Stuck here. Fantastic. Can tell I'm gonna enjoy this...