[At first, there was nothing but silence. No static, no grainy feed, and not even a view of the New Feather who owned this journal. It was as if the journal was in the middle of a soundless void. That is until a loud frustrated growl ruins this silence, followed by a few curses too foul to say around your little ones.]
Where the heck am I!?
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It's not a joke.
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Then what the hell is this?! I didn't give anyone the permission to tar and feather me.
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So...this isn't Cocoon but rather another world all together?
[Yeah, this is really tough for him to believe.]
I don't know whether to be glad or not.
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Sorry, is that what?
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What was what?
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[Scratching his head for a moment, Rygdea recalled what he said earlier.]
No, no! You got it all wrong. I was asking if this town was Palumpolum. It's a city in my world that looks a little something like this town.
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Who said anything about gardens? I'm not a damn gardener!
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Maybe you should try it sometime. Always good to try new things and all.
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[The correct answer is 'NO'.]
What is this place, the afterlife?
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Tell me something I don't know, like the name of this place or maybe why I'm here. Information is kind of scarce.
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Ah, no? [He sighed.] It's kind of hard to be alright when ya wake up in a bush with barely any clothes on.
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I guess that comfortin'.
[Still doesn't explain why he's here, but at least the girl's helpful.]
Probably. I'm still tryin' to figure out what this is all about.
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