... does anyone else see a flying saucer with spider-legs floating over the city?  It wouldn't be a stretch to say that this is simply a stress-based hallucination or a nonsensical dream Freud and Jung could dissect for uncomfortable hidden meanings.  However, whatever I might feel about something like this back home, here on the island my options don't appear to be that limited.

 For anyone who finds the island's accommodations distasteful, there's an alternative.  If you'll look to the northwest edge of the city, you'll see a saucer on a tower of scaffolding.

If I'm going to be forced to remain here, I prefer to build my own cage.  There are seven other rooms currently open.  Anyone who the island sees as 'fictional' is welcome, as long as you don't object to having me as your landlord.

I don't charge rent.

[Locked to Pyro, Doppleganger, Remus, and Spider-Man]

I hope to see you all soon, my friends.

[Locked to Charles]

A gesture of community-building.  I thought you'd like it.

I am 30 years too old for summer camp

plus 1000

gr

I'm gonna drink in my kiddie pool and eat sausage (not a euphemism). Girls invited, but no fatties

Found Katniss finally. She's been living in the woods full time which is totally normal and not at all crazy. Therapist told me she's gonna be in trouble because she ditched the little girl she's rooming with. Not the licking one, somebody new. Wouldn't give me the details, but pretty sure short of setting her on fire, there's not much you can do to her.

Peeta's gone again.