There is glowing red shit all over the town and people are touching those things and wearing them like they're not completely radioactive. I'm guessing this is some weird feature of this town that's been around for a long while, since no one acts like these things are probably going to give us all cancer.

Anyone want to give me an explanation before I start thinking I've lost my mind?

That's it! I'm raiding the town hall. I want some fucking answers about this place, and I'm not about to wait until I'm turned into some giddy anthropomorphic peanut to get them!

So who's with me? Because I'm definitely not going to barge into the mayor's office and demand stuff from him, especially not alone--not when he can turn me into a kid if he wanted to. Maybe someone a bit more capable of snapping spines ought to do that bit.

[[PRIVATE!!]]

Data Log: Entry 001

I've been dumped on unknown territory. People here don't speak Chinese all the time, so this can't be San Francisco. I repeat, this is not San Francisco. Looking around further, this place looks really old. And deserted. And tiny.

I've got to find my way back home. Maybe I'm near Alcatraz! Maybe there's a ferry that can take me away from the potential of everyone breaking out of prison.

[[NOT PRIVATE ANYMORE]]

PEOPLE OF THIS TOWN, TAKE ME TO YOUR EMPEROR!!

((OOC: The "PRIVATE!!" tags are fake, the entire entry is completely public. 5% on the family business, vague-ish ideas of characters in his family (Jane's eccentricity, Dad's enthusiasm for the store, Mom's disgust for the store), and visiting Three-Fingered Hu's illegal fireworks business.))

I'm not bleeding to death anymore, which is always good.

I hear we get free apartments here. My roommate's some guy named Kratos. Free apartments are pretty nice, especially when you don't have a job, but it is slightly creepy that these guys knew what my name was before I even remembered it.

Oh, yeah, and I forgot to introduce myself earlier when I was dying--I'm Charlie. Anyone know where I can get some normal clothing around here?

((OOC: gonna pretend that between the last post and this one, an NPC character came about and helped get Charlie to a healer.))

Guns, check. Stomach wound, check. Loss of memory, check.

That about settles it, I think I have the right to freak out now: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Where the hell am I, and why can’t I remember anything? There’s got to be some criminal mastermind behind this or something! It’s probably a deserted island hospital where people actually get experimented on. Holy fuck, that’s why I can’t remember anything! Those bastards wiped my memory clean!

Although it was very nice of them to do it in such a nice little town. I suppose I can wait here peacefully until I’m ready to blow their brains out with one of these guns…

*doubles over in pain, suddenly curled up on the floor*

Although…maybe…I ought to go check this out. It doesn’t feel like only a flesh wound…

((OOC: yeah, uh. He's curled up on the ground in wet, bloody motorcycle gear with a big open wound on his stomach. If you come by him. 8D))