from Joshua Jester Goodfellow <respectableusername> to mom date Mon, Oct 14, 2010 at 10:30 PM

Hey, thanks for the care package. I’m heading out for Tenn Renn in the morning, taking a detour in some small town to meet up with a friend of mine. I got a weird text message. I think he might be in trouble. Probably nothing, you know how it goes.

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So, I get my friends to drop me off Blastone- or the nearby truck stop which as far as I can tell is more of a booming metropolis that the actual “town.” When I get there, I get hassled by a few locals- which I can handle, and get tackled by a very large man trying to “help.” Then a talking cat showed up- well more telepathic than than “talking” but you get me. And then a very scarred and beaten man turned into something unholy and picked the end of their pick up truck as they tried to get away.

We all hitched a ride with this space cadet of a girl- I’m not sure exactly what’s up with her, but I know when someone’s playing secret squirrel.

We get to Blastone, and I try psychically searching for Whistler. Mental Note: NEITHER Gran, NOT Archimedes TAUGHT ME to SEARCH for ANYTHING Psychically.

So needless to say the redneck show up, shit goes down. I get winged by a truck. This is exactly why I left home in the first place. Well…. it’s not, but sounds good.