Some Reality Web

So, I have this note that says I've got an assigned apartment and... yeah, a whole heap of stuff that sounds crazy. Luckily I do crazy often. So, hi, I'm Scott McCall.

what in the bloody maker's name is even any of all this? i don't really care much for getting kidnapped and i don't much care for the whole 'just treat it like a letter' thing because no. just no. i'm going to find whoever's behind this and give them a piece of my mind. this jubilant entity can eat an entire bag of dicks.

I miss my ship.

FILTERED AGAINST ANYONE UNDER 18.

I'm not sure whose bright idea it was to put me in charge of a bunch of teenagers. I don't know the first thing about raising well-adjusted kids. Hell, I wasn't even a well-adjusted kid.

This entity obviously has a strange sense of humor.

Nice place we got here. Not as sturdy as the flop I was in last, sure. But real nice.

On that note, I'm making a run to the hardware store, anyone need anything fixed in their place while I'm out?

What the fucking fuck?

Is anyone interested in, or already doing, yoga in the mornings?


And if you're curious - 63 people in 16 days.

WARNING: Language

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