DOUGLAS ADAMS' VIEW OF AUSTRALIA
The Douglas Adams of Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy fame

Australia is a very confusing place, taking up a large amount of the Bottom half of the planet. It is recognisable from orbit because of many unusual features, including what at first looks like an enormous bite taken out of its southern edge; a wall of sheer cliffs which plunge deep into the girting sea. Geologists assure us that this is simply an accident of geomorphology and plate tectonics, but they still call it the "Great Australian Bight" proving that not only are they covering up a more frightening theory, but they can't spell either.

The first of the confusing things about Australia is the status of the place. Where other land masses and sovereign lands are classified as either continent, island, or country, Australia is considered all three.
Typically, it is unique in this.
The second confusing thing about Australia are the animals. They can be divided into three categories: Poisonous, Odd, and Sheep.
It is true that of the 10 most poisonous arachnids on the planet, Australia has 9 of them. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that of the 9 most poisonous arachnids, Australia has all of them. However, there are curiously few snakes, possibly because the spiders have killed them all. But even the spiders won't go near the sea.
Any visitors should be careful to check inside boots (before putting them on), under toilet seats (before sitting down) and generally everywhere else. A stick is very useful for this task.
Strangely, it tends to be the second class of animals (the Odd) that are more dangerous. The creature that kills the most people each year is the common Wombat. It is nearly as ridiculous as its name, and spends its life digging holes in the ground, in which it hides. During the night it comes out to eat worms and grubs.
The wombat kills people in two ways: First, the animal is indestructible. Digging holes in the hard Australian clay builds muscles that outclass Olympic weight lifters. At night, they often wander the roads. Semi-trailers (Road Trains) have hit them at high speed, with all 9 wheels on one side, and this merely makes them very annoyed. They express this by snorting, glaring, and walking away. Alas, to smaller cars, the wombat becomes a symmetrical launching pad, with results that can be imagined, but not adequately described.
The second way the wombat kills people relates to its burrowing behaviour. If a person happens to put their hand down a Wombat hole, the Wombat will feel the disturbance and think "Ho! My hole is collapsing!" at which it will brace its muscled legs and push up against the roof of its burrow with incredible force, to prevent its collapse. Any unfortunate hand will be crushed, and attempts to withdraw will cause the Wombat to simply bear down harder. The unfortunate will then bleed to death through their crushed hand as the wombat prevents him from seeking assistance. This is considered the third most embarrassing known way to die, and Australians don't talk about it much.
At this point, we would like to mention the Platypus, estranged relative of the mammal, which has a duck-bill, otter's tail, webbed feet, lays eggs, detects its aquatic prey in the same way as the electric eel, and has venomous barbs attached to its hind legs, thus combining all 'typical' Australian attributes into a single improbable creature.

The last confusing thing about Australia is the inhabitants. First, a short history: Some time around 40,000 years ago, some people arrived in boats from the north. They ate all the available food, and lot of them died. The ones that survived learned respect for the balance of nature, man's proper place in the scheme of things, and spiders. They settled in, and spent a lot of the intervening time making up strange stories. Then, around 200 years ago, Europeans arrived in boats from the north. More accurately, European convicts were sent, with a few deranged and stupid people in charge. They tried to plant their crops in Autumn (failing to take account of the reversal of the seasons when moving from the top half of the planet to the bottom), ate all their food, and a lot of them died.
About then the sheep arrived, and have been treasured ever since. It is interesting to note here that the Europeans always consider themselves vastly superior to any other race they encounter, since they can lie, cheat, steal, and litigate (marks of a civilised culture they say) - whereas all the Aboriginals can do is happily survive being left in the middle of a vast red-hot desert, equipped with a stick. Eventually, the new lot of people stopped being Europeans on Extended Holiday and became Australians.
The changes are subtle, but deep, caused by the mind-stretching expanses of nothingness and eerie quiet, where a person can sit perfectly still and look deep inside themselves to the core of their essence, their reasons for being, and the necessity of checking inside your boots every morning for fatal surprises. They also picked up the most finely tuned sense of irony in the world, and the Aboriginal gift for making up stories.
Be warned. There is also the matter of the beaches. Australian beaches are simply the nicest and best in the entire world. Although anyone actually venturing into the sea will have to contend with sharks, stinging jellyfish, stonefish (a fish which sits on the bottom of the sea, pretends to be a rock, and has venomous barbs sticking out of its back that will kill just from the pain) and surfboarders. However, watching a beach sunset is worth the risk.

As a result of all this hardship, dirt, thirst, and wombats, you would expect Australians to be a dour lot. Instead, they are genial, jolly, cheerful, and always willing to share a kind word with a stranger, unless they are an American.
Faced with insurmountable odds and impossible problems, they smile disarmingly and look for a stick. Major engineering feats have been performed with sheets of corrugated iron, string, and mud.
Alone of all the races on earth, they seem to be free from the 'Grass is Greener on the other side of the fence' syndrome, and roundly proclaim that Australia is, in fact, the other side of that fence. They call the land "Oz", "Godzone" (a verbal contraction of "God's Own Country") and "Best bloody place on earth, bar none, strewth." The irritating thing about this is they may be right.
There are some traps for the unsuspecting traveller, though. Do not under any circumstances suggest that the beer is imperfect, unless you are comparing it to another kind of Australian beer. Do not wear a Hawaiian shirt. Religion and Politics are safe topics of conversation (Australians don't care too much about either) but Sport is a minefield. The only correct answer to "So, howdya' like our country, eh?" is "Best {insert your own regional swear word here} country in the world!".
It is very likely that, on arriving, some cheerful Australians will 'adopt' you on your first night, and take you to a pub where Australian Beer is served. Despite the obvious danger, do not refuse. It is a form of initiation rite. You will wake up late the next day with an astonishing hangover, a foul-taste in your mouth, and wearing strange clothes. Your hosts will usually make sure you get home, and waive off any legal difficulties with "It's his first time in Australia, so we took him to the pub.", to which the policeman will sagely nod and close his notebook.
Be sure to tell the story of these events to every other Australian you encounter, adding new embellishments at every stage, and noting how strong the beer was. Thus you will be accepted into this unique culture.
Most Australians are now urban dwellers, having discovered the primary use of electricity, which is air-conditioning and refrigerators.

See Also: "Deserts: How to die in them", "The Stick: Second most useful thing ever" and "Poisonous and Venomous arachnids, insects, animals, trees, shrubs, fish and sheep of Australia, volumes 1-42"

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So I had a late morning dream this morning and I think my late uncle said goodbye.

I heard a knock on my door and it was some family friends that I hadn't seen in a long time. I spent some time talking to them and then I noticed that all my cousins were here as well,except a lot younger, like they we were kids again..

I saw the young version of one of my cousins crying to my aunt and I remarked to a man sitting to my left that "hey it looks like Carlo wants something", and then I realized it was Tito Willie. I had to do a double take when I realized it was him.

I asked him how he was and how everything was doing up there; he just smiled like he always does, looked at me, looked at his family, and smiled back at me. Then I noticed that he was getting younger. Like Benjamin Button.

And he disappeared before my eyes.

It was a good dream.

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Shame on you, Jorge. Shame on you.

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Two nights ago I had a rather vivid dream - twin tornadoes.

I was out in the country, very similar to the rural areas of Michigan I rode through during the Michigander. Out in the middle of the field, I could feel a breeze picking up coming from the southwest. The field was bordered by tall trees; I could see clouds forming far off in the distance.

I continued to head southwest and I passed by a large dark barn full of sharp and scary looking farming implements. "That wouldn't be a very good place to take shelter in..." I thought. I continued walking and saw that the clouds had darkened immensely and a thin vortex had started to form. I started running north by NE for shelter. For some reason I knew that was where I was from.

I looked behind me and saw that the tornado had formed completely and touched down. I ran harder. I saw other animals running alongside me to escape the storm. I was surprised to see a large white dog with blotchy spots all over it as I ran.

It felt like a long country road that I had to run, but strangely I didn't get tired. Normally in my dreams I feel like I can't move my legs. Partly I know that it's because of how deep sleep disables your motor control to prevent you from running around in your sleep. As I reached my shelter (it looked like a modern hotel) I looked up and saw another tornado forming system coming from the northwest.

I ran down the hall to find Rachelle and she was sleeping in bed! I was panicking that we had to take shelter immediately even though we were on the ground floor, then I remember looking up out the windows and seeing gigantic trees outside. I knew something was going to happen....

The tornado from the SW had arrived and was shaking everything, then I heard a *CRACK* and the tree crashed through our room and barely missed us. I told Rachelle we had to leave as soon as possible when a gust of wind pushed the tumbled tree trunk towards us, and knocked almost completely on her. She was saved by a metal structure. a bike? maybe? And I helped her up so we could run.

We ended up in the Hotel courtyard where they were setting up a triage to help any victims. I ran into my mom who was running it and I told her that we should brace for the 2nd tornado. She didn't pay much attention to it.

I felt a cool breeze picking up.

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Credit where credit is due:

http://www.toplessrobot.com/2009/06/bonus_robs_transformers_2_faqs.php

>>Are there honestly 46 new Transformers in the movie?
I have no fucking clue. It's impossible to tell most of them apart except for Optimus and the Racist Twins (there's another yellow Autobot who I constantly thought was Bumblebee). There could be 46, or there could be 12. I honestly would believe 12 if someone had said that.

>>What is the status of the Transformers at the beginning of the film?
The Autobots have joined the military to hunt down the Decepticons. We're told the Decepticons are "doing things," but they appear to be hiding peacefully when the Autobots show up and brutally murder them.

>>What?
Yeah. The Decepticons aren't apparently doing anything, then the Autobots show up, the Decepticons run for their goddamn lives, and the Autobots hunt them down and brutally murder them. It's kind of weird.


>>Why is the U.S. military helping them?
Supposedly to help keep the Transformers a secret from the public. Although since the climax of the last film was a massive firefight involving 50-foot robots and took place over five miles of downtown Los Angeles and the beginning of this film wrecks several miles of Shanghai, China, they seem to be incredibly shitty at their job.

>>How does the U.S. military help them?
Well, not at all, actually. They just kind of come along with guns and stuff, and act like they're going to help, but the Autobots do all the work.

>>Why is the U.S. military in this movie at all, then?
Because Michael Bay has a huge erection for jets and tanks and aircraft carriers and considers giant robots only a necessary evil for the film. At least 15 full minutes of the film's 150-minute run time is nothing but footage of jets and tanks and planes without any robots or actual action whatsoever.

>>How is Sam Witwicky dragged back into the fight?
Well, he finds a fragment of the Allspark shard. You know, the Allspark that he spent all last movie being told he shouldn't give to Megatron, but when he gave it to Megatron, it killed Megatron. That one. Anyways, the shard makes the Beef see symbols and act like more of an spaz than usual.

>>So the Decepticons want the shard? Why?
Uh... to bring Megatron back to life?

>>What?
That's what they said.

>>But the Allspark killed Megatron in the first movie.
Yes.

>>...and now it can also bring him back to life.
It's very powerful, this Allspark.

>>Uh-huh. So what's their plan to get it?
They send a small R/C car who talks like Joe Pesci in Casino to get it.

>>Shouldn't they have sent Starscream or somebody?
Look, there's another Allspark shard and get that one anyways, so it doesn't matter.

>>Well, then why do they give a shit about Sam?
The symbols. In his head. That the shard of the Allspark gave him.

>>They weren't in the other shard?
Apparently not.

>>Now you're just making shit up as you go along, aren't you?
Best not to think too much about it. Anyways, the symbols in the Beef's head are a map to where this machine exists, so the hunt is on and Sam shortly is captured by other, less slutty Decepticons in one of the many instances where Bumblebee inexplicably abandons the Beef so he can conveniently be in trouble.
Then a robot called the Doctor who speaks gibberish with a German accent shoves things up Shia's nose and gets the symbols.

>>That's that, then, right? The Decepticons win?
No! Because Optimus Prime saves Sam before they cut off his head, which has another treasure inside!

>>Really? What is that?
No one really bothers to explain this, actually. Suffice to say, the Decepticons continue to want Sam. Oh, then Optimus Prime fights three Decepticons at once and dies.

>>Where the hell were the other Autobots during this fight?
I don't know. They were with him before the fight, but then they disappear and show up right after he dies. But they appear sad about Optimus dying. Marginally. I mean, they don't get any screen time or dialogue to convey any feelings or anything, but there's some sad music playing for a little bit afterwards. I assume this means the robots that are off-screen are grieving.

>>Well, if one shard brought Megatron back to life, can't Sam just use his shard piece to resurrect Optimus?
Yes. He could.

>>...
...

>>Well?
He doesn't.

>>Why not?
I'm not sure exactly.

>>Then what the hell does he do?
He decides get those symbols that were in his head translated to figure out what the Fallen's up to.

>>Which Autobot does the translating?
Err... none of them. Actually, it's John Turturro.

>>What. The fuck.
Yeah, since he was laid off from his super-secret government agent job, he now works in a NY deli and runs a super-popular Transformers conspiracy theory website. Like ya do.

>>And why couldn't an Autobot translate these symbols?
Because Bumblebee is mute and the Racist Twins are poor black robots from the slums of Cybertron who never learned how to read. It's a sad commentary on Cybertronian society. Like The Wire, actually.

>>Where the hell are the other Autobots?
I don't know. Away. They seem to be unable to be reached. They're probably grieving about Optimnus still. Clearly, John Turturro is the reasonable solution

>>So Turturro translates the symbols.
No, that would be silly. He does, in an incredibly bizarre series of connect-the-dots, lead them to Jetfire, an elderly and deceased Transformers whose corpse is hanging out in the Air & Space Museum.

>>What good is he dead?!
Ah! Remember the shard? Sam uses it to bring Jetfire back to life!

>>Not Optimus?
No! This way, Sam can get the symbols translated... so he can, er... find the ancient machine... that can, uh... possibly bring Optimus back to life.

>>You have to fucking be kidding me.
Moving on! Jetfire teleports everyone to Egypt, including some of the missing Autobots --

>>Wait, what? Teleports?
Yes, teleports.

>>Transformers don't teleport.
Jetfire does.

>>But -- wait a second, he's a fucking jet. He could fly everybody to Egypt, right? And that would make perfect sense for both the character and the franchise!
Well, I guess so. But he chooses not to. The point is Jetfire teleports them all to Egypt where he explains that there used to be 7 or 8 Primes, and they traveled around the galaxy blowing up suns for energon. But they never did it on planets with life.
Well, they had set the machine up on Earth and not noticed all the life running around, and one of the Primes just said fuck it, let's do it anyways. This was evil, so they called that Prime the Fallen and beat the shit out of him although he escaped.

>>Okay...
So that other mysterious reason that the Decepticons wanted Sam's brain? It's because it contains some very vague clues about the Matrix of Leacdership, which is the device that turns on the sun-exploding machine. The Fallen needs the Matrix to blow up the sun and get his Energon.

>>Hold on. That's what the Matrix of Leadership does in the movie?
Yes. Works the sun-exploding machine.

>>I'm fuzzy on how "Leadership" covers that.
I didn't name it. But it does sound a little nicer than "Matrix of Blowing Up the Goddamn Sun."
If I may continue, in order to protect the Earth, the 6-7 other Prime hid the Matrix on Earth and made a tomb with their own bodies. Isn't that cool?

>>...
...

>>No. No it is not. If they wanted to protect Earth, why did they leave the Matrix on the planet? They're a space-faring race, they could have hid it anywhere in galaxy! Second of all, what the fuck does making a tomb of their own bodies do? Shouldn't they have stayed alive to protect the Matrix? Or finish off the Fallen? Or just not die and leave Earth and the entire Transformer race in jeopardy?
Uh...

>>And why hide the Matrix at all? Don't they need Energon to survive? Didn't they say they go to other lifeless planets? These idiot Primes just doomed their whole species for no fucking reason whatsoever! No wonder the Decepticons are so pissed.
...ahem. Eventually, Sam and crew find the Matrix, which instantly crumbles into dust. Sam puts the dust in a sock because he thinks it will bring Optimus back to life.

>>Grr.
What follows is the most spectacular part of the movie, as Sam and Mikaela try to run the several miles back to the military camp during a massive Decepticon attack where the military has dropped Optimus Prime's corpse.

>>Why is that awesome? They could drive back in one of the Autobots and be there in a minute or two.
They don't do that.

>>What?
They walk.

>>Of course they do. And I assume the Autobots just mysteriously disappear again until a second before a Decepticon is about to kill Sam.
Yes. Exactly.

>>I am already incredibly sick of this movie, and I'm just typing questions about it. Sam resurrects Optimus, Optimus kills the Fallen, end of story, right?
Pretty close. Sam dies, though.

>>Really?
Yeah, for a little while. But then the Transformers in heaven send him back because he still has work to do.

>>Fuck you.
I'm serious.

>>Fuck you. There's no way.
It's true. The 6-7 Primes are there in the clouds like Mufasa's head in The Lion King, and tell Sam he's awesome and he needs to live again so he can bring Optimus back to life.

>>I may be ill.
Then Jetfire appears out of nowhere and rips out his own heart right in front of Optimus to give him his elderly old robot powers. This makes Optimus into a flying badass who defeats the Megatron and Starscream and the Fallen in a little less than two minutes. After the last 30 minutes of the movie have been nothing but explosions -- not all of which have any obvious causes -- it's a bit disappointing.

>>Anything else you want to add?
Well, only that although Sam jams the Matrix of Leadership into Optimus Prime's chest to resurrect him, a Decepticon takes it out like 10 seconds later and Optimus is fine. Just a little weird, is all.

>>Can you give me any reason I would want to see this film in theaters?
I can't answer every question, man.

BONUS ROUND!

So it's not as bad as shitting your pants?
Marginally. I honestly had to make a pro and con list to figure it out.

Why on earth would anyone make a film about giant robots but have myriad scenes of some random douchebag's first day of college?
I don't have the faintest clue.

Could there have been more trite, less inspired song for Bumblebee to play when Sam says he's going to college than The Pointer Sisters' "I'm So Excited"?
No. No there couldn't.

Why can't Bumblebee talk, but the other Autobots can?
Because Bumblebee is retarded, but in a Sling Blade kind of a way. This explains how he kills the living fuck out of a Decepticon later.

Why does Sam's mom buy and consume a pot brownie?
Well, Sam's mom was in a coma for the last 30+ years, which explains how she had never heard of marijuana, and why she didn't understand the consequences of eating it even after her husband specifically told her it was a pot brownie (Sam was unfortunately conceived and born during this period). A better question is why any college student in America would be selling pot brownies at an on-campus bake sale, let alone to a middle-aged woman.

A lot was made of how Shia the Beef's hand injury was written into the film. How was this done?
Well, sometimes Shia had a huge bandage on his hand, and sometimes he didn't.

That doesn't sound "written in" at all.
Well, no actual words are used to explain it. It might be more accurate to say it "shows up sometimes."

Why would a robot need to fart, pee, or vomit? And why would it need testicles?
Michael Bay does not understand what a robot is.

What is the point of the character of Sam's college roommate, and why the fuck does he stay for the entirety of the movie?
I have no clue. He's not comedy relief, because that's covered by 90% of the Transformers themselves. He technically leads the Beef to John Turturro, but surely there could have been another way to do that. Besides, Turturro just leads them to Jetfire anyways. It's all extraneous.

Why can only a Prime kill the Fallen? Why can Jetfire teleport? Why can the Fallen wave a staff and make shit fly around? Why do actual cars and Autobots get sucked into Devastator's maw, but John Turturro and that other kid can run around?
Because... because FUCK YOU, that's why.

Can you explain Megan Fox's appeal?
Yes. She looks like a porn star and has the same acting talent as one, yet for some reason she makes mainstream movies. This tonal disconnect is what's so appealing about her.

>>If you had to pick a single scene that exemplifies Michael Bay's utter disdain for story and continuity, what would it be?
When five Decepticons sink to the bottom of the ocean to retrieve Megatron's corpse. A submarine tracks five "subjects" going down, and when they get there, one of the Decepticons is killed to give parts to Megatron. 5 -1 +1 = 5, right? No, because the sub somehow tracks "six" subjects coming up. Not only is this very basic math, this is the simplest of script errors. It could not possibly have been more than one page apart in the script. And yet Michael Bay either didn't care to notice or didn't give a fuck. "Math? Math is for pussies. My movies are about shit blowing up, man."

>>Could you sum up the film in one line of its dialogue?
"I am standing directly beneath the enemy's scrotum."

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We don't know why he's wearing them or why he speaks in a british accent.

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took a nap today after a long morning of mtb. i apologize for the grammar. writing this stream of thought before i forget it.

My dream started off with Rachelle and I visiting a museum. It was like a large renaissance house with a grand hallway and rooms that branched off of it.

The hallway itself began in a large foyer dressed with rich dark hardwood walls. In the foyer there was simple brown table and it had a candle next to a small cup of water. Random details, I know.

The hallway was tall. Maybe 20 feet. 12 feet up, windows lined the hallway to let natural light in. I don't believe that there was a chandelier. The hallway was painted with white trim and it glowed with the sunlight coming from the top. Rooms were situated on either side as you walked through. Some were small libraries, one looked to be a dining room, and one had a huge staircase in it. All the rooms had white doors so you didn't know what kind of room it was unless you looked inside it. Along the right side of the hallway towards the end there was a double door made of oak. It was ornately carved and had wrought iron hardware.

We started down the hallway,peeking through the rooms and noticing that there was a small # of people dressed in period clothing. There was short/tubby and a tall/lanky pair of men in one room. They looked to be British barristers with their stuffy wigs looking at an exhibit on one of the walls next to the room's entrance. They slowly turned to us with their beady eyes and with a haughty look said, "Oh well look at these youngsters!" They turned to leave out the room entrance where we were standing, so we backed up to let them through..... and they disappeared while walking back towards the foyer.

Yeah gets weirder.

We kept walking and noticed that random people were appearing in period clothing. Hint #1.   They kept disappearing. Hint #2. The fact that they were acknowledging our presence was creeping me the hell out.

So we saw a Spaniard in red clothing circa 1400's (not Columbus) walking toward us. We weren't surprised at that point, so we kept walking. One of the next rooms we passed had a sword within it's scabbard lying on a table; as we peeked in, it rose sharply and a voice said "Intruder! Back away!" Oddly, this was in the dining room and it was blocked off from entrance.

Anyways, the sword freaked me out a bit so I backed towards the foyer and I noticed that Rachelle was gone. I went back to the foyer and noticed a room to the left of the hallway that was open now. There were actual employees in period costume ( yes they were real) entertaining the museum visitors by dressing them up. Rachelle was there and they had just finished dressing her up. We smiled at each other and she went back to talking to the employees.
I noticed a museum employee in the foyer tending to the candle and I asked her, "Have you seen anything strange going on here?" She gave a nervous laugh and replied, "I'm not sure what you mean."

I looked at the candle, it had burned down completely and she had doused the remaining wick with her hand after dipping it in the water.
 
"Are you sure nothing is going on?", I asked.
"Well there have been some strange phenomena... the museum has always been haunted, but the frequency of events has never been this high.

This next part of the dream was a little stranger. It left my perspective to that of a teenager and his gf that were visiting the museum at the same time as us.

As they passed the dining room, the sword swung around again, but it was plainly obvious that the sword had been welded into the scabbard and whatever ghostly figure was trying to threaten visitors was plainly frustrated with it. The teenagers walked on after laughing at the ghost's expense and saw a little boy in the next room in an academy uniform waiting for food that will never arrive and complaining that it was cold. He resembled a little pudgy Irish boy. Don't know why, but I was pretty sure he was Irish. Not sure what that means.

Anyways, they were passing the locked Oak Doors when a force slammed into it. It was a pretty loud bang and it caused the teenagers to jump. The teens were a little thrown off but inquisitive so they came up close to the doors. *BANG*. Another hit.

Something behind that door was mad.

The boy wanted to open it, but his gf was begging for him to leave and just keep it closed. Guys being guys, he grabbed hold of the wrought iron handles and started pulling.

As soon as the doors had opened a crack, a swift movement swung out and knocked the boy down; an axe followed, killed the girl, and a cloaked being stepped out of the doors. He started attacking humans and spirits alike with various daggers. The teenager groggily opened his eyes and remembered something about two old men telling him about a stone that was hanging from his neck.

It had the power to turn back time for 1 minute once an hour. He immediately used it and was back to the closed Oak Doors.

Instead of opening the doors, he looked down and there was a grating. He looked in and started speaking to the being behind the doors.
No explanation why he was trapped there, just what his mission was. He was an assassin sent to take his revenge for his murdered people. He had seen his wife and daughter raped to death and was determined to find the man and men responsible for it. The teenager tried to talk him out of it saying the perpetrators were long gone and that he should try to be at peace, but the spirit had no intention of it. He threatened the boy with a harsh punishment should he try to stop him.

So the boy decided to help the spirit. He didn't release him, but would find the men responsible and return with their names. As a hint, the spirit gave him an image of the guns used by his enemies.

It was a long tube, about 36 inches, and it didn't have the usual trigger system of a gun. It was inscribed with decorative symbols with a dark brown color.

And that's when I woke up from my nap.

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oh noes!

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This is NEAT.

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