[i]”An Aussie’s New Thing”\[/i] “[i]Day 87, Journal Entry One. This place is weird. I seriously don’t know what year I’m in, even now, and last time I remember, I somehow wasted half my Luger bullets on some game. Haven’t seen any damning Ottos or fellow Aussies around here. People keep telling me there’s no such thing as the Ottoman Empire, but...[/i]” “Gah, f*** mate! Forgot what I was gonna say!” Marcus yelled to himself, sitting against one of the many trees surrounding the Dojo. [url=https://s3.amazonaws.com/mgm-content/sites/armslist/uploads/posts/2011/01/10/84539_01_iver_johnson_m1_carbine_30_car_640.jpg]He had what looked to be some type of future American weapon[/url] nearby, alongside his Luger and his wrench. He had avoided pretty much everything that had happened within the last few months, and had mostly sat down, waiting for someone to talk to...or shoot, didn’t exactly matter. [spoiler]Open. I’m a little bored. Fight, or talk. Whatever.[/spoiler]