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Ah. Okay, I get it now. I get it.
Howdy, all. I'm John Winchester, USMC. I'm new to these parts, but I'm pretty sure I know why I'm here. See, I'm sitting on the porch of this huge old house, and there's toys and wagons and bikes and it's pretty obvious who should be here. Kitchen's well-stocked, there's a swing set in the backyard.... and there ya go.
Bring 'em by, if you got 'em. This is their home. I'll try to round 'em up also, see if they wanna come.
Also, uh... does anyone know a Mary Campbell? Kinda searching for her.
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June 2012
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So. This is a universe without the Council, few Jedi and a lot of strange people in it.
There's only one thing to do: Anyone think they can top me on pilot and driving skills? Being the best Jedi ever can only hold up so long if I don't test it. It's not like there's much else to do on this mudslick. EDIT FROM OLDER ANAKIN: Please ignore Half-pint, especially any of you relatives. He's found the Boo-Koo dispenser and went a little happy with it. If I smack him over the head, is that self-abuse? I think I hurt my wing... Mama? Papa? Voice Post: Pardonnez-moi, but could a pretty lady tell me how t'get back t'Rue Verte? Melchi? Ilse? Moritz? I like it here. I don't know where I am, but I like it. No Dad, no DHARMA. Just a man in the corner who won't stop staring at me. It's creepy. But it's a definite improvement. Daddy? K'nd'w? Where is you? MOM. Aubrey did something! I don't know what she did. . .but it's gotta be bad cuz I'm in this strange place with some crazy old lady who says she's ME. |