War Is Coming Communications.

WHAT IS GOING ON!

THIS...THIS IS NOT OKAY!

I'm not on the island anymore, am I?

I'm sorry about last night. I was pretty screwed up, almost to the point where I would have probably done something stupid enough to have gotten me killed, if not for people stepping in and rightfully putting me down. I'm not suicidal or anything like that - which is how the post sort of looked to me when I read over it again - I just have some issues with the actual blood that's inside me, so I hope I didn't give any of you the wrong impression of me when I made that last update. I was just being a moron.

I can't keep using liquor to drown out all the bad stuff that happens around here, no matter how much it sucks. I'm not doing it anymore. Waking up with a mild concussion and news that I wanted to start hacking at myself with a knife was kind of a wake up call for me. I'm done with it. Like Bobby says, "fat, drunk, and stupid ain't no way to go through life, son." He's a pretty smart guy, that Bobby.

I'm sorry, to those of you I might have upset, insulted, or freaked out. I won't let it happen again.

(Michael and Dean)

Ready to go?

Still think you guys are a bunch of crazyass D&D geeks, but So I guess I should maybe introduce myself. I'm Michael. Uh, I guess I should say "native" or whatever, but you're gonna have to give me some time for this whole "worlds" thing to sink in. May or may not be around much, depends on how some shit goes down. Seriously, what the fuck am I even doing? I don't even own a foam sword.

[Sam and Dean]
You guys actually around on this thing?