I looks like I've been asleep for a while. Everyone's talking about the smoke outside but I don't know what's going on. I bet I tried to wake up, but I couldn't for some reason. This hasn't ever happened to me, but I think ...

Well, anyway! I bet we've got loads of new people here, huh? Hello! My name's Ventus. But you can call me Ven, if you'd like. I wanna make lots of friends, and I've been trying to for a while.

Would it be okay if we became friends?

As some of you may have already noticed, the tremors and other disturbances have ceased. Please be assured if there had been a real threat, the police department would have taken the necessary steps to secure the safety of island residents.

My honor is dead.

If this insane, backwards place isn't another fever dream or the result of Uncle brewing the wrong kind of leaves into tea again, then I was never a prince.  I wasn't even an actor pretending to be a Prince -- I was nothing more than a puppet.  I wasn't real.  The soldiers I was banished to save were never on their picture-stage so they weren't real, either, and I lost my honor for nothing.  Then I sold it for nothing, to a sister who never existed, who I should have known would be trapping me in another lie -- one too big even for her.  I guess, if that means Uncle never existed either, that I shouldn't worry about betraying him, or letting him down -- but I'm here, and that was something I did.  It's still my fault.

Aaah!  None of this makes any sense!

New Moore, why is it that when I'm finally in an environment positively rife with material for a film, the camera crew decides to abandon me?

I can't say I'm surprised. What does Josh do that's so interesting? Oh, I'm sorry, did I say interesting? I meant GOOD FOR GENERATING FISCAL REVENUE FOR CAPITALIST PIGS WITH LAVISH LIFESTYLES. Yes, camera crew, I'm onto you! Josh isn't going around creating sexual attention. You're sent directly from the UNIVERSITY OF ART AS BUREAUCRACY. You're only interested in one thing: CASH. And what brings cash? SMASH. And what makes a smashing sound? NUBILE ADOLESCENT BODIES ORBITING EACH OTHER IN THE SPACE OF RELATIONSHIPS UNTIL THEY FINALLY SMASH. Fine! Go! Leave me! Go follow my friends on their adventures with hormones and beer bongs and pregnancy scares! I will be here making my ART.

That's right, New Moore. You are in the presence of a true artist. I still have my camera, and now I'm turning it on you. You were fictional your whole life? Then you should be used to this. Stop wincing. Stand up straight. Shoulders back, head up, truth on your face. Are you ready for your close up?

Do I care?

Do you care?

Does anyone care?

Does anyone care about art?

WHAT IS ART?

WHAT IS(LAND) ART?

I believe we've stumbled onto a new project, New Moore.




P.S. Michael, if you are hiding somewhere, do come out already. My new roommate is inferior.

A lot of new faces were at school today.. it was kind of exciting!

Welcome to New Moore, everyone. Its not so bad, once you get used to it, I promise.

I heard there's a welcoming committee that keeps track of new residents, so I went down to check it out before school. Still no Molly, Klara or Chase.

Having a kinda island facebook like this is pretty cool though? uh or is that just me..

Well isn't this a fine how-do-you-do.

Is every new world going to be like this? Everyone always telling me I'm not this or not that. Not a real 'timelord', not a real person, not a real adventurer.

I feel pretty real to me.

Ah! There are new people in town again!

That means it's time for a

PIZZA PARTY!

If everyone brings a dollar and at least twenty people show up we can get the extra-larges and have at least a full piece for everyone! If at least thirty people show up there will be different kinds of pizza and two pieces each!

In the midst of great hardship, it's best to be friendly and cheerful, so I look forward to seeing you all at the pizza parlor!

Well that's brilliant. You're nobody, then the most important person in the universe, then nobody again and now not even real?? Think that might have something to do with why my head feels like a mac truck's run through it.

Right then. All this talk about kiddie parties is fun and all, but I can't be the only one who thinks something's up. Definitely worth investigating.

this place is turning into a regular party.