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[FINNEGAN F.M.R.]

I'VE BEEN WRITING ON YOUR GHOST PAGE, BABE — Amenesia was a funny thing. It worked in strange ways... but his amnesia in particular seemed to be rather... selective.

You see, Vincent could remember certain things leading up to the present day, but other things, he couldn’t. For example, he knew he had been travelling with his best friend, Mike, for the past several weeks before being separated in a storm, but he couldn’t remember where they had come from. Now, he knew they had both come from New York, but he could’ve sworn they had lived somewhere else for a while... but where? That’s what was bothering him at the moment. Why couldn’t he remember?

Perhaps that didn’t matter now, however. What did matter, of course, was finding out where the fuck he was, and finding a place to stay. Once he had done those things, maybe he could try and get to the bottom of this whole amnesia thing...

Walking along, the husky came to a stop at the first scent marking border he came across, green eyes narrowing as he scanned the horizon. Far in the distance, he could see an observatory of some kind... what was it doing out here so far from civilization, though? Interesting... Uh, hey! Anyone home? I’m Mementomori, or Vinny... where am I, exactly? Can anyone tell me? Really, all he wanted was a group name, or hell, even a country name would help. Hopefully, someone could give him answers.

/THIS SUCKS I’M SORRY I’M REALLY TIRED — I'VE BEEN WAITING BY YOUR GRAVE

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