For those who I haven't met yet, my name is Finnick. Yes, I'm the idiot who sailed a boat into a forcefield. As part of my "rehabilitation" I've volunteered to start a support group of sorts. I guess it's something the government has wanted to set up, and what can I say? I'm used to being a poster boy.

I know I'm curious as to why I'm here, considering I died. From what I can tell, there's a lot of us here who are supposed to be dead. I don't claim to have all the answers, or even some of them, but I figured that it'd be a good idea for us to meet anyway.

We probably won't be able to figure out why we're alive — and honestly, not all of us may want to. It's enough to be grateful for a second chance. As long as there's a place of support where we can come together, I think that's enough. Plus, it's always good to make new friends!

So, the group will be meeting every other Wednesday at six at the diner near the high school. Starting tomorrow! If you should be dead in your world, please come, I think this will be really great if we can get a lot of people to participate.

(I don't have a snazzy name for it yet. Maybe someone can help me come up with one?)

Yukimi.







The deadline for the seal story.... .... that was last month.

Time passes, and you start to notice a few trends about this place. People start to give in too easily. Sure, you've got your idiots who think they have a shot leaving this place on their homemade piece of crap boat, but the rest of you? You settle in. Crazy crap's happening at night, but do you pause and deal? No, instead, you're worrying about whether someone knows you're gay or if Tim even gives a crap about that.

Hint: my brother doesn't. It wouldn't have even crossed his mind. You see, with our upbringing? We're only interested if it keeps an image intact. Sorry if that's disappointing for anyone interested in him. I'm just laying it out.

But me? I'm just sitting here and watching. You've gotta wonder what these idiots are doing. Settling. Can you really say you're happy up in here? You might find your music and be entertained by bad TV, but you'll forever be fake to the assholes running this joint.

I mean, I guess I don't blame you. You see idiots leaving on a boat, and you think: once that fails, I might as well give up. But the best way to get to someone is to take it by force. Deal with it from the inside.

But maybe not. Maybe this is just the life you've been looking for, Stepford style without any Brady Bunch reruns to keep you occupied. Couldn't be that bad, right?

I'm sure you're all thinking: this jackass is taunting me. But let's consider something real. Ever consider how the power goes off at night during that time? You might wanna look into that. You may even find your Family Matters reruns because of it.

HEY, NEWS GUY.

Thanks for the article. I liked the coverage, and the fear you showed. Really covering your job, aren't you?

By the way, for who's watching: The name's Red Hood. Red Hood. Don't forget it.

Except that cute little bird here. Bet you've been looking for me, haven't you?

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FUCK THSI

WHY THE HELLDO SNOWBALLS KEEP COMIN THROUGH THE GODDAMN WINDOW

DONT EVEN REMEMBER OPENING IT

oh yeah nevermind bout that before anybody whos readin this
cause i got it all under control

dont need the help of some kid who looks like a black cloud of curls after all, cause when i woke up this morning first thing i thought was "shit, my life aint difficult enough and i got nothin better to do today so itd be great if something messed upd happen so i could spend the whole fuckin afternoon and night chasin some brat all over to make sure he doesnt screw somethin up"

its all fuckin fine

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED

What's going on?  Where am I? 

You'd better let me go home right now, or I'll tell my dad, and he'll get really angry.