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Not sure what to do with this new free time.

I've been seeing and talking to spirits for as long as I can remember, but mascots are still one of the few things that creep me the hell out about the afterlife. Little known fact: not-so-nice spirits like hiding in those giant costumes. It's easier than possessing someone because it's hollow, I guess, but to be honest, I never asked. I don't want to.

Anyway. My friends and I were on a road trip a while ago, and we used to pass this one mascot—his name was Kenny Crow, a giant black bird with huge eyes—who would sit motionless outside a couple diners. Sometimes he pretended to be a mannequin, and I didn't want to freak my friends out or anything, but he was definitely hiding in that thing, he just. Wasn't breathing. You know. As a treat.

You look at this and tell me it isn't the creepiest thing ever.

In case anyone is curious, some of us went into the woods and looked at one of the waypoints there, just to get a better feel for the island's magic. It's a lot of magic, which makes sense because that's apparently what powers the island but as more people come through, it seems to kind of stack traces of our homes and island magic on top of everything, so it builds.

It does feel sentient but not in a malicious kind of way. I didn't really press further than that. It's just a lot, so if anyone is thinking of using brute force to try to get off the island I guess maybe...don't. Would be the best advice there.

Right, so. I'll just head back into my lair with coffee and blueberry muffins. Thanks for listening.

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