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I want to make a home coming but to where, in reason, am I from? It makes me shudder to the fact that between dreams and sexual ploys, I have no clue as to where I'm going. The world is a big scary place, and I wish it could be an easier thing to leap into. High School is said to not truly prepare us for the modern world, maybe an idyllic 1950's, but not the world I know. Is school like a crappy tutorial, leading us to believe that we picked up the wrong game, or killed to many in-game children for our own good? The fifties are dead, and sadly so is the world of which I can raise up and slay that so sinful beast, and save that beautiful maiden. Of course I can pick up an axe at any time and start killing evil beings, but that's illegal round here.
The world is a mysterious place and it's inner working are like the core of some dark society, except instead of assholes and demons, there's molten rocks and thousands of pictures of Greg Kinnear in a getup that blinds even the strongest and gayest of us all. I don't think he's gay, but I like Dr. Tran, and that's all that matters. One day I hope to leave our crazed little rock, and set sail for a new one. Since I can call most European countries my homeland, I have lots of choices. Whether or not blood matters to anyone, it can be symbolic or gay, just depends on the writer. In this case, blood traits held by me keep me alive. I'm Irish, and all sorts of things, but not a ninja (sadly). So whatever country I choose, I hope the locals get free Health care and a select few individuals of dubious standing aren't welcome there.

I now become dizzy, as I've overstayed my lack of caffeine, I must rest, for soon the sink will be full of dishes and maybe zombies will invade the overworld.