War Is Coming Communications.

I'm going to need a job.

Is anyone hiring ghosts?

you're telling me - does this thing even work?

Quick question.

What part of town do you lot think is most sorely lacking in bars?

This post may not have anything to do with anything. Or so you should tell yourselves.

I find myself wondering about the fates of my friends back home, even though I know in reality a lot of time has passed.

Okay. You guys know I'm usually all for giving people second chances and all. Some of the people we depend on quite a bit here aren't known for their exactly savoury pasts. And there's the issue of different timelines to deal with which is just all kinds of screwed up at the end of the day. You want to blame them for being ridiculous...but they haven't done it yet. And it does suck having people use your fictional life against you just because you can read about them.

All that being said, this? Is your new Super arrival. This bastard killed my best friend. Not too fond of I'm not saying don't talk to him. Hell, maybe someone can talk some sense into him before he becomes all of that, and that's cool. But I am saying use caution and hold conversations at your own discretion. And for god's sake, keep him away from the Complex. Kon will have a fucking fit

So, out of those of you who aren't currently at a party, who wants to hit up a bar or five?

Ya'll know all your secrets are on the internet, right?

Just sayin'.

I can still feel it
the anger
sneaking through my
it isn't going to stop

Times like these I wish Advil worked. My head is killing me.

Not again. Please not
I can't do this.
He's not. He can't be
Fuck the Seal. Seriously. I can't

He's gone.

Again. I can't keep living with
How many times do I have to
I'm so tired. I'm just so, so damn tired

Now that I have had some of this explained to me, and had a chance to see for myself that Marian is well it seems that I should meet those in the same situation.

My name is Robin Hood.

Hey so.

Pete, is not so much Pete. Played a pretty good game for longer than I'd have liked but that guy is not my ex. Maybe it was a plan, maybe he just gets off on being the hero but that...is not Peter Parker.

His name is Kaine, and he's got a bucket load of issues that could be the reason why he tried to pull this on us, but go ahead there sugar, tell the class why?

When the hell are you people going to get some decent technology? I feel like I'm going to break this hunk of junk just by looking at it.

So I'm told I should check this place out and now here I am. See, Ayeka, I don't solve everything with violence. Not that I can rub it in your face since you aren't here.

What's so tough about this Lucifer guy that you haven't gotten rid of him yet? Your planet is still here and the place doesn't look nearly as bad as it should if there's a war going on. Where's the army? Where's the fighting? Where the hell are you keeping the good booze? Your liquor stores here are crap.

I couldn't sleep so I was reading things that people posted and

There are vampires here. Is there a lot of them?

Lotta kids showin' up lately.

That normal?

Wonder if they found Sophia yet.

Why the fuck am I in fucking Kansas? I have shit to do and no god damn time for this bullshit!

And why the fuck can't I reach Ginger's phone?

Fucking Sookie, what did she do now? This is the last time I do that fairy a fucking favor!

I'm in a god damn walmart sweat suit meant for an old lady that can't see an inch in front of her god damned nose. If I don't get some answers soon I will personally eat and kill anyone involved and I'll like it. It'll be therapeutic. You don't want to test me, so someone better get to talking before I have to do something that you're going to regret. I'm already pissed off. Trust me, you don't want to make it worse on yourself.

Heard ya'll were the ones to see about protection from demons?

I don’t think I have ever been this happy to fact check other reporter’s articles in my life. But the whole ‘out sick with the flu’ excuse only goes so far and while, thankfully, the editor is buying the whole Doc says I’m too contagious to go out in public at the moment, he still wants me to do some work. I will so happily do all of the annoying grunt work until this damn thing is over.

Are there been any updates though?

How did it go in Canada, Team...Canada? We really need to come up with team names.

Does anyone know how Emma is doing?

By the way, Clark, the flu made you so dehydrated that you landed yourself in the hospital. Jerry, from reception, is absolutely devastated and wants to know which one so he can send you flowers. I am loving this forever.

Somebody should take the internet away from me.

Because of things like this.

And this too.

Someone wanna tell me what the fuck is going on? Where the fuck am I and how the fuck did I get here?