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    Flash Thompson
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    Around the Oasis in his down time, Flash can be seen holding a small Orange device. It is a screen with a single function now that he is in this realm to simply keep his story. After each event he sits tapping away so details would not fade. After all the devil is in the details.

    Journal entry one: We are alive.
    For anyone who finds this if I am to fall I guess I will make a log of this land and at least tell of what is going on. My name is Flash Thompson, I am from Earth the year is 2018 at least it was when I was taken. It was like any other day I was out doing a bit of hunting on one of my rare days off. As always “He” was hungry and more worked up than normal, guess I need to take him on more walks. Hehe he hates it when I talk about him like a pet. I had just downed a large buck and let “Him” go to town on it when it happened. A portal appeared above me and before I knew what direction up was I got snagged. Looking around I should not have been surprised by what I saw a dark lit room with large bookshelves and other items I could not recognize. In front of me were a collection of figures. Stepping forward I knew who they were. Doctor Steven Strange stood out like a pyromaniac at a firefighter convention. They began what I can only kindly refer to as my sentencing I guess “he” had done enough to gather the attention of this little delegation. They were the Illuminati and me I was so screwed. I pleaded for my life but it seemed as always “He” had to jump in and put a damper on things and once again before I even knew what happened I was standing in a strange building a man with a gun holding people hostage and me looking like the asshole. Whelp nothing I could do about it. After some words I was escorted out of the building into the rain and the first taste of this new land “WE HUNT!” At least some one is happy. End of log one

    #7884

    Flash Thompson
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    Journal entry two: Darkness and Rain
    It just keeps getting weirder and weirder. That could be the title to my autobiography. So picking up where I left off. I step outside into the rain after being ejected by some mute elf man and a few others out of what I can only assume is a hostage situation and me being only seconds from most likely letting Venom out and there being little left but scraps of gun toting prick left on the ground. Oh well we now have a new problem. People wielding swords and other unknown weapons. Once again looking at me like I am the asshole. I swear I am going to make Strange pay for this. After short introductions it seems this realm has another treat for me. These dark and deadly critters the locals’ call “Voidlings” These damn things came in wave after wave and Venom is not acting normal here. Normally I would have been able to crush these things like insects but it looks like I will have to figure that out later. Fighting with the locals was oddly satisfying I have not had a team in a while. The situation was resolved and it seemed the man with the bombs was trying to get his brother back. The things we do for family. End of log Two

    #7885

    Flash Thompson
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    Journal Entry Three: The Howl in the dark and The Mask of the End.
    With the two men dealt with and taken to the towns Sheriff it looks like I will be settling in here for the time being. I became acquainted with a few of the locals here. There were three that really stood out to me. Dr. Caulder who struck me as having a few screws loose and took a little too much interest in my other half. He asked for a sample but was quickly denied by Venom. He does not like people taking bits of him…. Not since the Carnage incident…. Caulder over all seems to be a good man, a bit odd and shifty but hell I have met worse in my hero days. The second one to stand out to me was a Elf warrior Atros? I think was her name. She was a skilled fighter and brave warrior. She struck us as someone you can count on. The Third was another Human like me his name is Jerry and he seems to be from Earth as well. I came to find out it was from a whole different time than me. Sad to hear he was from a future that did not strike me as an improvement over what I left. The rest were very capable fighters and skilled healers. Its good to know that here are at least people that can be counted on, for the most part. We returned to town and I dropped my duffle on one of the spare bunks I was told I could take. Not long after that is when the hell started. First it was clowns…. I Fucking hate clowns. They were demonic beings that seemed to have the power to control us. We were forced to play a game. 3 shots in hoops being held out by other towns’ folk one of them being Dr. Caulder Each shot seemed to cause them extreme pain. I tossed my first shot. One of the women dropped to the ground…dead. Well fuck me. I tossed again this time screams of agony but they did not fall…. One more Caulder screamed out but stayed standing. Looks like I made a good choice. If this were my time/ world I would have let him out and watched with glee as they were ripped apart funny nose and all. We saw to the downed woman and I gave my most sincere apology. Apparently death was just another thing in this world that could be fixed. We settled down after that thinking the night was over….. Right up until the Screaming started….. We looked for it trying to see what new hell was waiting to pop out at us. Looks like another poor soul was dropped off on this world. His name was Korlan. He was a mage from a destroyed and apocalyptic world. It was Harp the mute mage that found him. When we approached he drew his weapon on me. I was not taking that shit so I drew on him. We had a little stand off when he spoke. He told me he had dealt with bigger than me in the wastes. My other half saw that as a challenge. I felt the black ink like fluid covering my face, they stared each other down “We ate bigger than you for breakfast.” That was not a lie I mean elk are bigger than this guy. He laughed and the tension passed. Looks like we got another little member to this rag-tag team of people trying to survive this land.
    End of the super long log three

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    #7887

    Flash Thompson
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    Journal Four: What is with this damn place?!
    Second day in this…. New world I guess we can call it. It I guess it is called the “Nexus” or at least that is what the locals are calling it. The people of this town are at least a decent sort if not a bit odd but then again we are not exactly… normal. The morning was kind of slow and peaceful. We had breakfast and such. We were just getting up as this spirit came charging toward Atros. I Drew my weapon and was going to attack but it seemed to leap inside of her. Great….. I called to the good Doctor and we proceeded to follow Atros around who was acting rather….. strange. Caulder engaged her in conversations saying things like he was her brother and such. She seemed to go along with it. A strange thing as they were two different species. The two of them dueled and Caulder being a tricky son of a gun pulled what I can only describe as a plasma pistol and shot her. She went down instantly and the spirit came out. We engaged the thing only to have it jump into the same woman I had killed in the clown instance. OHHH GREATTTT I am an asshole now! I shot her as she charged me putting her down. This was getting ridicules. We attacked the spirit until it went down. But not before it did some serious damage putting most of us down. This just keeps getting better and better.
    End of log Four.

    #7888

    Flash Thompson
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    Journal entry Five Basilisks, and Farys and Yeti oh my.
    After the damn ghost we went out on a bit of a hunt. There were a good group of us and it was going to be a nice hunt. We began traveling down a path when a couple hunters came running towards us screaming about something. We all drew our weapons and braced for what was coming. Turns out it was a adolescent Basilisk not exactly something I have dealt with before but hey everything dies. We teamed up and took down the beast a few of us took a souvenir of our encounter. Upon talking to the two hunters we found out they were hunting the creatures but when they went to the nest of the beasts they got attacked by what they said was the biggest Basilisk they had ever seen. The beast attacked one of the hunters and the other two fled. Looks like we are going in after him. We entered the nest the good Doctor finding a twin pair of bags one holding a set of T-shaped puzzle parts and the other a box. He gave them to me to hold on to. I pocketed them and we moved further in. We found the missing hunter he had a large gash on his face but I guess seemed okay. We moved out of the nest helping the hunters back to town. The hurt one from what we came to find out was the I guess God of Alcohol and he was in trouble. We traveled to the fairy court to see what the problem could be. He was poisoned and we had to get ingredients from a baby Basilisk as well as snow from the top of the highest hill in the land “Candy Mountain.” We moved first on a den of the baby basilisk. The little shit was sturdy as hell and it took a lot of us to finally get a sample of its venom but with that done it was time to go to Candy Mountain good thing none of us were named Charley. The Fairy led us along a path specifically designed to take up there rapidly otherwise it was a couple month trek. Fairys are odd little critters but damn did it work. A hop, skip and jump later we arrived at the snow covered top. The spell casters and those with skill gathered around a cauldron we brought to cook all the ingredients together. The rest of us engaged a group of seemingly hostile Yeti that took a negative stance to us being there. Sucks for them because we had to put them down. We made our way back to camp and got the Booz deity back on his feet. Looks like we all get a favor from him, I will have to think about that.
    End of log Five

    #7889

    Flash Thompson
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    Journal Entry Six: That is not what that means…. At all
    So with the Booze god dealt with things seemed to calm down so I retired to my bunk and relaxed and little but that like all quiet in this place was short lived. There was yelling from outside. I got up and walked out to a sight that was….. odd to say the least. A large wolf man stood with a dead Basilisk. I come to find out his name was Hemlock and he is a werewolf. He began yelling telling one of the people from town to go take a mystery shit and talking about Sodomy…. Yeah that was an odd thing to say the least and he seemed to have no idea what it meant.
    He claimed to be hunting down goblin eggs and needed our help weather we wanted to or not. So looks like goblins were going to be on the menu for my other half. After a couple hour trek we managed to arrive at this cave. The stench was awful and the area was dead and rocky. We went in, Hemlock and the woman he seemed to be courting took off into the tunnels so it was our job to be a distraction. We ran in and were attacked by wave after wave of the little green shits. They came in bravely right up until Venom showed his face. I swear they about pissed themselves seeing him.
    During the fight one of the little fucks crippled my leg. I fought on tho after that we left and began the trek back to town. It took us almost two weeks to get back. During the time we fed on the Egg and it was so odd. Thank gods I am not the one who has to taste that most of the time but hell if that was not one of the most relaxing sleep I have ever had I felt totally refreshed. We made it back to town and relaxed a bit
    End of log Six

    #7890

    Flash Thompson
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    Journal entry Seven: Trust is a highly sought commodity and look I just ran out.

    The day continued werewolves and basilisks aside this place is over all fun. I mean sure things go crazy from time to time but hell its not that bad and most people just seem to be kind. We got word there was a group of people called the “Old Masters” who are slavers and had a supply depot close by. Crap looks like its time to take some assholes out. We moved and engaged the small wagon taking out the guards and freeing the slave they had. Damn it feels good to do good again. I got the rope they used apparently it was a binding rope that held people in place. Could come in handy. We made our way back to towards the camp with the wagon when the damn ground fell out from underneath a couple of the group. It was almost straight down into a pit. We used the rope to try to pull them out but they went in deeper. This just keeps getting better and better. Finally after a while of waiting and sounds of chaos down below we got the party members tied to the rope and pulled them up and out of the hole. Fire and hell followed them. We were told one of the things down there was banished….. Oh shit that meant it ended up back at base through a covenant chaos portal that just so happened to be right outside of town…. Fuck. We rushed to get back to find the town on fire. We made it just in time using buckets and such to drown the fire and get things under control. After all the chaos I decided to scout out the wagon. Peaking in I saw it. It almost glowed with beauty as I pulled a gun almost as big as I was from the wagon. OHHHH baby this was going to be so good. I continued to look when it happened….. FUCK! Was all I got out as the little fucker we thought was a slave set off the explosives in the wagon. I got blown up… While I was down he came forward and took my new gun….. and the damn rope, seems like I am hosed all around on this one. After a rousing game of hide and seek with the damn slave we caught him and we would be damned if he was not going to talk. We used his little trap apparently the wagon was full of poison that was going to spread out in the town. I used an explosive to blow up what was left of it and disperse the poison cloud we took our new little friend and shoved his face into the remains of the poison. He began dying but we used that to try to get information out of him…. That did not go well. We got a little bit but then hell broke loose. A strike team militarized and well trained moved in on us. We won in the end but damn if it was not a hard fought battle. We ended up getting some gear and I got the little “slaves” communications device. In the chaos it seemed they took our town’s healer and that shit would not fly. A few of us made a trek to try to find them but payed for it with some mortar rounds almost ripping us to shreds. We made back for camp and prepped for what would come next. It seemed my body had not been use to the days troubles because I guess I passed out and was unable to help the team as they got our people back and kicked ass.
    End of Journal Entry Seven

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