Ok, so yeah, it took you a little longer to get here than maybe it should have, but whatever. You're here now, and that's all that matters. Well... back here, that is. You were here for a little while, then you went back to the ocean for a little while, though you don't really remember what happened while you were wandering around the forest. You have vague memories of a snake in some antlers, but you've shaken the thought off as nothing more than a strange hallucination. Weirder things have happened. Besides, you were pretty over-medicated at the time. Pain from the challenge and all.

You're a little better now, a little less intoxicated, and way more motivated to do so. Two reasons for this, really. One, Seele stole your soul and then you called you a blödmann. Good thing you speak German. No, just kidding. You don't speak German. But whatever she was calling you, you like the sound of it. Blödmann. Kinda sounds like blood man, and that is a nickname you can get behind. Anyways, reason number two is that you've suddenly become the interim leader of this ragtag group of misfits. Apparently the lesbians had important business to attend to. Whatever they're doing, they've left you to manage the movement of the crazies from Spectral Marsh to the Deep Forest.

“Asylum,” you bellow into the trees, a little wavy on your hooves, but otherwise not too bad. The electric burns on your sides are getting better, but they still throb as you walk and so you halt, leaning against a familiar looking tree, though you're not sure what about it makes you think you know it. There's an ass-print in the dirt in front of it. Did you fall here? Who knows.

Snorting a little bit, then, you look around, wondering why you're calling everyone together anyways. They're all adults, right? Well... Amara isn't, but... Anyways, the point is made. They should all be capable of bringing themselves from one place to another. Of course, should be is the operative term. Who knows with all the nut jobs that you're supposed to be calling family. In particular, you keep an eye out for Lace-Face and Pretty Boy. They're supposed to be your council, if in fact you need council. It's not like you're going to make any major decisions for the herd in the absence of Eris or Seele. “I'm commander while the Lesbians are away. If you have problems, bring them to me.” This is your chance. You're not going to mess it up.

Oxy