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[crooked-crosses.livejournal.com]

Great. First thing I wake up to is some creepy lookin' twins on some lab table, a lady sayin' I'm in some kinda machine, and now I'm... Well, that's just it, I dunno where the Hell I am, but I'm pretty damn sure I'm not where I'm supposed to be. Someone must've had that whole Heaven or Hell thing wrong, 'cause this sure ain't either of them. Can't a dead guy get a little goddamn rest 'round here?

[lengthy pause as he searches his pockets for cigarettes, but alas, no such luck]

...And I'm outta smokes. Any more surprises for me?

[ooc; Sorry I didn't get this up last night, guys! I think I've got some kind of bug. :\]

Comments

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

He's correct; perhaps you should try, and see if you remain in that laboratory?

Only several days. It's certainly an...interesting experience.

[crooked-crosses.livejournal.com]

Now?

Seems like it, from what I've seen so far. Definitely not like home.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

If you like.

Where is home?

[crooked-crosses.livejournal.com]

All right, all right, gimme a sec. [And sure enough, he's gone, but reappears in a few seconds]

Nah, it's not the same place where I woke up.

Planet called Gunsmoke, believe it or not.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Well, that's a bit of silver lining, isn't it?

...That doesn't sound overly inviting.