Vell. It looks like i've finally got the fucking guitar completed.

[Twanging and thwoooinging sounds of tuning for about thirty seconds. Then she starts singing, melodic and melancholy.]

You know, the sun is in your eyes
And hurricanes and rains
Blacken cloudy skies

You're running up and down that hill
You turn it on and off at will
There's nothing here to thrill or bring you down
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town

Oh Lady Luck has led you here
And they're so twisted up
They'll twist you up, I fear

They're pious, hateful, and devout
You're turning tricks 'til you're turned out
The wind so cold it burns
You're burning out and blowing 'round
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town

The fates are vicious and they're cruel
You learn too late you've used
Two wishes
Like a fool

And then you're someone you are not
And Luceti ain't the spot
Remember Misses Lot and when she turned around
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town

[It's an acoustic version of this song]

[Scrapings, hollow bangings. The sound of metal being wound.]

Almost there...Almost....

[THWAAOIIING. Crash. Oh the humanity.]

Sheisse! Oh fuck this, maybe someone else has a guitar...

Does anyone know where I could perhaps find a guitar? Or materials that could be used to make one?

Of all the sheisse...

Oh is this thing on? Hello darlings. I'm a recent arrival here. My name is Hedwig. Normally i'm a German fraulein but, like most of the rest of you, i've been transformed into something mythical. I am...a whole person. One of the two headed, two bodied giants from the fairy tale my mother used to tell me.

There's a story that goes along with this new form. Would you like to hear it? Of course you would, don't be silly. It's called 'The Origin of Love'.

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That's my story, darlings. I hope you liked it.

[OOC: Hedwig is indeed one of the two bodied giants from Plato's Symposium]

Uggghh...My head. I feel like I wrestled a six pound hornet. Angst and Bacardi is a dangerous combination. Now I find myself in this strange forest straight out of some ridiculous Dungeons and Dragons game with...wings on my back. Honestly, this is a little fruity, even for me. At any moment I expect to see a unicorn go galloping by.

I don't feel very dead so I can only assume i've been placed here by someone. But I suppose i'll solve that problem later. More importantly, which way do I go for food, shelter and a good, stiff drink?