Hello Grandmother,

I’m at a weird point. Well, I’m generally always at a weird point, but I have to say, I’m having a strange time gauging my emotions at the moment. I’m trying to comprehend the life-altering experience I’ve just had, I’m hiding out in a bunker from what is likely to be a pivotal turning point in the war between robots and vampires as the Infiltration forces attempt to free the robot prison of Valhalla, and, all I’m really thinking about at the moment is how much having to spend three days trapped in a room with the Marksman is like living with bull in a china shop.

The thing about Quadling County is, it ain’t Kansas anymore. Oz has changed a lot in the hundred years since Dorothy Gale smashed into the Wicked Witch of the East. The ruling family of Oz has united all the lands inside the dessert under their rule. The Emerald City has spread out in urban sprawl. And the Forest of the Fighting Trees has been pushed out into the once populated farmland to the south. Which is what I was forced up against when I landed in Oz.

The biggest change in the Land is that “invaders” from our dimension are not welcome. And the living trees I was confronted with were more than happy to turn me over to the authorities for a reward. I’ve fought vampires, robots and even a demon or two in my time. But I draw the line at picking a fight with an angry tree. So at the time, I was willing to let them take me to the southern temple of the Emerald State. Looking back on how things turned out, it may have been better to make a run for it.

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