"Live or die. Make your choice."

Well well..I've recieved a message beyond the grave from someone I put under my 'wings' so to speak.

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Amanda, you did that to yourself. I thought I taught you better than that.

((OOC POST: Come on guyz, John needs some sort of apprentices in Econtra. How we're going to work out games without hurting anyone is still being thought out by me. If anyone wants to take up being one of John's chickadees go ahead and contact me.))

I want my goddamn trench coat back, and I can't ask the computer until it's fixed. It's getting cold here..

There's also another thing to be annoyed at, apparently there's pumpkins everywhere, and they keep asking me questions I know nothing about. So now I've been covered in glue and feathers from getting one of them wrong. Har har....

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I'm not laughing.

It appears I have a designated room, no one present though. I've been told I'm rooming with three others, where are they?

I suppose I'm your new room-mate, whoever you two are.

{Private, totally and utterly unhackable}

*voice post*

I promise you, my work will continue...

*pause, then click*

I didn't even think there could be other dimensions other worlds. It never crossed my  mind, and why should it? The strange idea now fascinates me. I was taken from my own world to be placed here? What sort of technology could possibly wreck the space-time continuum and search me out?
Now me, of all people. They want ME to fight? I'm past my age of strength, I suppose I have to take up mechanics.
I'm not complaining, maybe I can teach them a thing or two..