Eagle shuts the strange journal and slumps forward, leaning against the handlebars of his motorcycle. He thought he'd seen everything...clones, meteors, crystals that sucked the life out of the land itself...and now here's one little book that's just as unbelievable as any of them. It looked like a book, sounded like a book, felt like a book, but
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"First things first," Eagle said, holding out his journal toward Max. "Everyone keeps telling me to look at the first page of this blasted thing. Would you mind demonstrating that's it's harmless? Pointing [I]away[/I] from my troops?" Eagle signaled his infantry to be ready for action.
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Max continued. "You have just discovered a journal. This device is designed to service you in conducting communications with other people in possession of these books. It will automatically produce a crude image of yourself to allow other readers to identify you beyond simple handwriting. Communication is instant and will appear in writing after you have finished writing your message. If you err in your writing, you can cover up your text before it can be seen. Be sure to cover it completely or people may still notice your writing."
Max looked back up and tossed the journal back to Eagle. "It goes on a bit like that. The person who makes these journals is rather bland."
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Eagle caught the journal, then looked down at it. Carefully, he lifted the cover and peered at the first page. He took a minute to skim through the rest of the text. Well...it certainly explained a lot of the odd things people had said (or [I]been[/I]) in his first encounter through the journal...but it was pretty hard to swallow nonetheless. "This is...rubbish...isn't it?" Eagle closed the journal and stepped forward. "All right, I believe you're the real Max, but...what's going on here?"
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