Some Reality Web

Damnit. CAROL, your fucking damn cat/flerken/rodent ate my jacket. COME AND GET HER TO SPIT IT OUT.

I swear. Why is she even wandering around? I'm just trying to eat breakfast!

I'm gonna make a portal in her damn stomach if she doesn't give it back, Carol.

Is painting on our walls allowed? If not...how do I get a blank wall?

I hate unscheduled cross-dimensional kidnappings. What's the situation here?

These ostriches need to learn the concept of personal space.

[ Under 21s ]

Hey, my name is May and I just started working at the Youth Center. I don't have many preconceived notions about what this place is or should be, which is good because it's not for me. It's for you guys. With that in mind, I'd love if you could answer some questions for me, because we can't shape it into what you guys want or need without your input. Feel free to make the message private to me if you don't want to share with your peers.

( Under 21s questions )

Anybody else think that it's super creepy that a "Jubilant Entity" plucks you right out of your time and place to drop you into a shoddy imitation of Manhattan while slipping you $200 bucks for the pleasure?

Everyone? Anyone? Just me?

Also I'm hungry, like super hungry, anywhere good to eat?

I mean I know I'm supposed to use this $200 for "rent" but that's a worry for future!me.

So, Goodland.

How do I get my own apartment?