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my_yoke_broke June 6 2011, 09:50:46 UTC
[By the last day, Ian was... well. He's literally exactly the way he was the day he came here. In fact, he's doing even better. No injury, no hunger, no thirst, no weariness. He's in his element, and even the concept of drowning is impossible.

So he keeps near the camps, looking for anyone who's possibly injured and in need of help. Low on medicine, but if worse comes to worse, he's got a pocket knife and a hand that has plenty of blood.

... If worse comes to worse.]

Heeey! Anybody out here?

[Hah, despite his girly shrieking and running, he wasn't too afraid of being attacked by the winged people. He knew how to terrify himself away from them to safety.]

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