Some Reality Web

Swear to god if we get a reprisal of Tiny Sam Junior 2.0 I'm going to break something.

We need a bodycount. If you're comfortable, can anyone who just got here give your name, age, and whether or not you've found someone who can fill you in on what's going on?

Is this another test? Who am I supposed to fight? Is Hellhound hiding somewhere?

I'm bored. What am I supposed to do here all day?

I'M OUTSIDE! Mother is going to be so mad. THE GRASS! I can't be here. THE TREES! I'm so bad. THE SKY IS EVEN BETTER NOW!?

1. Where am I?
2. How did I get here?
3. Why are there small children in the apartment that is so not mine? No offense kids, but I am way too young to be a mom.

This is not what I was expecting to find when I got back from the gym.

[FILTER: Frigga and Valkyrie]

May I take Bruce to the Museum of Arts and Sciences? I think he'd like it.