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[improvesmorale]

For the last week, all I've known were hospital walls. Soft green wallpaper. Concerned eyes. I hear murmurings from the nurses about monsters in the night, and then I hear the monsters, those moans and growls sounding almost like buildings calmly settling. But not exactly. From the airtight windows, I see the streets empty out and the sides of the

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[doeswhathewants]

Was it a mental hospital?

[improvesmorale]

Ha ha ha.

[doeswhathewants]

That wasn't an answer.

[improvesmorale]

No, it was not a mental hospital. It was a regular hospital.

[doeswhathewants]

How do you know this is real and not a delusion?

[improvesmorale]

Excuse me?

[doeswhathewants]

All of this. That you're not crazy. I mean, how rational and sane is it to wake up in another dimension. In Canada of all places.

[improvesmorale]

What is wrong with you? Asking me if I've been in a mental hospital before you even say hello. Before you even know who I am. Where do you get off on this?

[doeswhathewants]

Would you rather I got to know you before I questioned your sanity and attempted to convince you this is a product of some schizophrenic hallucination?

Hello, I'm Loki. I enjoy pranks, magic and long walks on the beach. I'm a Scorpio, a Norse god and a half giant. Now, introduce yourself, give me a few facts and bam, strangers no longer.

[improvesmorale]

Norse god Loki.

[doeswhathewants]

No, no. This is the part where you tell me your name and whatever trivia you think pertains to the situation.

[improvesmorale]

Maybe I'll pick a god, too. Maybe I can be Zeus.

[doeswhathewants]

I didn't pick a god.

[improvesmorale]

Maybe I can be Jesus Christ himself.

[doeswhathewants]

My brother has a hammer. Just saying.

[improvesmorale]

Really? Meanwhile, I have no siblings and an absentee father. It's almost too perfect.