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Hello, my fellow Americans! Instead of reporting my grand adventures with my cute, anime-looking friends, I will instead list how I have been feeling rather than what I have been doing.

Am I supposed to be in this world? As a traveler of worlds, I have stumbled across many joys and sufferings. All have come to an end. Including the world in which I was born: the oldest of worlds, the largest of worlds, and the world which towers over me and was created to strike me down.

For this reason I have traveled. In other worlds lie peace, adventure, beauty, and other things I could not attain back home. Yet they are short-lived. Everything in these new worlds is gone in an instant, if they were ever really there at all. Thus, at the end of my traverses, I end up going back home with a heavy heart. The home world is a dead, ugly place with dead, ugly people. Perhaps it is just me? Regardless, I cannot live in such a place without certain conditions that need to be met. I do not wish to be run over by the train of emptiness and despair from the world that I left.

But my travels here, too, will come to an end, and I will have nowhere to go. I will return to the home world as an older boy, and I will realize how much time has gone by without me.

Now is the time for one of my favorite Shakespeare quotes, recited by "Bandit" Keith Howard:

"Alas, Poor Yorrick!
I knew him...
...in America!"