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[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

[ Asch was bamboozled for this place was not his desired destination. But confusion did not beget concern just yet. He was new to the city, so perhaps he just missed a turn... or two... or three.

Though after backtracking he discovered that more than just a turn had to be missed, because this place was all kinds of wrong. ]

...What the hell is this?

[ooc; Ahaha, hi. This is Asch. He's a drummer from the modern game known as beatnation.]

Comments

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

Yeah...I was going to Beatnation, and ended up here. What crappy timing to end up sucked into another dimension.

[I was taking the strangers route too in here >> Lol. I guess we should stick to that?]

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

Beatnation?! Hell, I live there! Er... lived, and not for very long either.

[ I guess so? >>; ]

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

R-really? I had just gotten there! I left the airport, and bam. Strange place.

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I was on my way to the local instrument store for some new sticks and then... instant mindfuck.

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

I'm more mindfucked at...the fact that you look like me too much.

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

Couldn't be any worse than seeing your other duplicates, right? ...Or maybe you're that "replica" I was told about? The duplicate of the duplicate?

[ Brain shatters. ]

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

Replica...?

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

Supposedly all of the Asches have their own "replica" Lukes. [ Shrugs lightly. ] I'm not even trying to understand anymore.

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm just chilling here till I can find a way out of here and into Beatnation.

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

And I suppose I'm left to do the same.