Hello Grandmother,

After about a two days, I had convinced my imprisoners that I wasn’t an agent of the vampires. That didn’t exactly make thing easier for me. People from our dimension are not highly thought of in the land of Oz. We’re seen as troublemakers whose interdimensional crossing invites even scarier things to venture into their homeland. However, as a prisoner there, I started to realize that Oz has a few contradictions in and of itself.

First of all, Oz is a land made by magic, and yet only two individuals are allowed to use it inside of Oz’s borders. One of the aspects of said magic is that view screens have been set up for citizens of the Emerald City to view our world, as if our lives are just one reality TV show. The Ozians view us as oafish and laughable, but their culture has come to imitate ours anyways. Which makes the odd visitor from our dimension both a character of derision and an unquestioned cultural paragon. So simply killing me was out of the question. Instead I was going to be brought to higher authorities.

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