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[punsofiron]

[The comm comes on to the face of a young blonde woman in a black Iron Maiden shirt with a brick wall against her back. She fiddles a moment, getting a feel for the device on her wrist, then rests her chin on her hand and looks down at the camera with some interest.]

So, a little birdie told me that this is some kind of dream world and we're all stuck in it until we find a way to wake ourselves up.

[She tilts the comm over slightly to indicate the Pricklemane in the background, wandering around idly and looking around the premises; apparently they're outside the general store.]

Guess that explains this guy, at least. Granted, I much prefer the dream where I'm fighting rage zombies with an M-16 and Bruce Campbell in his underwear, but I guess I'll take it. I've heard weirder stories. So. What do you guys do for fun around here?

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[unrecovered]

They're called Moogles. If you need anything while you're here, they're a good place to start.

And you're an experienced zombie-killer. [At this point, he'd buy it. The realm of dreams is just that weird.]

[punsofiron]

Well, not zombies yet, but they're on my bucket list.

[unrecovered]

You actually want to find zombies.

[Congratulations, you're now on the crazy list. Have fun.]

[punsofiron]

Well I'm not saying I wish smelly death on the universe or anything, but if they showed up I'll be ready for 'em.

[unrecovered]

...you have fun with that.

[Yyyyyyyep, another one for the crazy list.]

[punsofiron]

Hey, better to be prepared, right? Worse things have happened.