[Raz sounds like he's quoting something here]
To soar across the astral plane... to wage psychic warfare against the enemies of free thought!This is why I became a Psychonaut. To protect the innocent from people like the monsters that run this place ( Read more... )

[GOOD AFTERNOON, BRADY LANE ( Read more... )

[Magically overnight, Raz went from being a gangly little kid to being a... slightly shorter gangly little kid. He's also spent the entire morning searching this strange new house and most of the backyard for something. Several hours later, he finally came to a conclusion ( Read more... )

[This would be Raz trying his hardest not to FREAK OUT.]

So guys! How about that flooding?

Has it gone away yet?

It hasn't gotten worse, has it?

It would be really, really great if it went away. Not so much if it got worse. Getting worse would be very bad.

[Raz has never had his shots, so to speak, and all he knew about the ones here was what he had heard from Porom, which was less than pleasant. So when the nice young men in the clean white coats scary people in the rubber suits showed up at his house brandishing needles? It was time to unleash the psycho-fury ( Read more... )

[Raz is currently standing in the middle of the street, facing his 'house'. He's in a really weird pose- his left hand is up against the side of his head, and his right arm is extended out in front of him. He's staring really hard at the mailbox for whatever reason. So hard, that he might not notice you unless you speak up.]

Hey! What gives! This isn’t the jet! How did I get here? I thought I only dozed off for a couple of minutes!

Ooookay, this place is really creepy. What’s with the pictures? What the heck? That’s not Dad! Or Mom! Or anybody I even know!All right, I must be dreaming. That’s why my goggles are gone and I’m in this weird house I’ve never seen before… ( Read more... )

AM I DOIN IT RIGHT. AM I DOIN IT RONG. Tell me here!

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