Hello Grandmother,

The paradox of writing about the world you live in, especially when it is a secret world, is weighing heavily on me at the moment. Am I influencing how the coming battle between the Infiltration and the Vampire Ministries will occur by talking about it? Am I effecting how our relations with the land of Oz may turn out by talking about my experience there? Am I pissing off the insufferable Marksman by complaining about his lack of hygiene some more? Sometime I worry if I write the wrong thing, the entire universe will come crashing down around me.

While I wait to hear how the battle begins outside my bunker, I’ll give you a few more details about my adventure inside the imaginary world of Oz. Captured by fighting trees, I was exchanged to the authorities of the emerald capital of Oz, and taken to a prison in the Southern temple. You have to remember, at this point I knew nothing about my whereabouts. Except for a nagging feeling reminding me of children’s stories, I had no clue where the vampire’s mysterious portal had taken me, only that I knew it was not on earth.

At this point, I was interrogated by Chedalla, a sergeant in the Emerald Army. She seemed pretty convinced at first that I had to be an agent of the vampires, which meant that they had to have sent people through before. Which lead my already suspicious mind to ask exactly where it was I’d been transported. Chedalla’s fist and a growing unconsciousness as I tumbled to the ground let me know that she was much happier being the one asking questions.

Over then next two days, through beatings, intimidations, and threats, I learned a few facts about the continent of my capturers. Oz had closed it’s boarders for over a century, but that didn’t prevent the random shipwreck or crashed balloon from crossing even the most powerful of barriers. I learned from Chedalla that in the 60’s, a group of hippies, related to Oz’s Wizard, had set up a barter system which allowed them to establish a trade network between Oz and Earth. By the early 80’s, this theoretically clever network had fallen apart, and the already stringent immigration laws of Oz became even more isolationist. The vampire conquest of our world had only pissed off the already impatient Ozian rulers, and since the undead couldn’t travel to imaginary kingdoms, the Ozites considered themselves safe in resolving to be done with our world. Course, what it seems they didn’t count on was how much fun our lives are to watch, but I’ll save that for a later entry.

-1159

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