fightingofthespirit

-- cannot be forgiven, D -- ! . . .

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. . . . . . . . . . . . Ah.

Huh. This is . . . interesting. I suppose it could be worse. Amnesia in the middle of a volcano. Or the ocean. Somehow, I’m just not really all that surprised. I've definitely done something like this to myself before. But never mind. That's not the issue right now – First step is finding out just where I am. This book in my hand -- maybe it can tell me something. . . . Too dark to read, though. So! Guess my only option is to start walking. I'll need to get out of these woods somehow, after all.

Ah-hem. *cough*

Left foot forward. Right foot forward. Step. Step. Step.

And again. Again.

Again . . . . .

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Hey. Look here. I'm not narrating everything I'm doing for the fun of it. That’s for people who’ve totally lost their minds, and all that's missing from this brilliant piece of work are the memories. This thing is obviously a communication device. Now is someone going to respond anytime soon or am I going to have to sleep out here tonight? If it’s the latter, you'd better hurry on up and say something so I can start making a shelter out of leaves and . . . barks . . . and things. I’m an expert in outdoor survival, you know!