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This room had been scarier before he'd stepped outside. Now it was cozy, in a strange way... his roommate's side looked a little ransacked, but he politely ignored that and sat his baskets down on his bed, along with the frying pans. He then unloaded himself of his other burdens... pens, paper, batteries (although he still didn't know what those were, exactly), a metal ring, the broadcasting box, thirty ink pens, a notebook, several small plastic gaming pieces and dice, and finally the coat he'd been wearing to hold it all. After taking off his upper layer of shirts and pants, he was back to his 'beginning' stage, exactly where he'd started from... with a few more pieces of equipment, a little more knowledge and a lot more confusion.