Well there is a lesson to learn from everything and the first lesson I learned was there is no escape in this world from the boxes.

  Trying to make a home in a spot created a name for it(in another accursed box may they all meet there“X”) , and once that happens otherworlders(which I strangely feel like nicknaming Outlanders just to spite the box and the naming convention it uses) came, I even heard tell of there “Quests” to find the dens creator. Obviously Goo-e is trying to lead them to me for some heinous plot. But gladly it isn't taking a direct approach with arrows or something.

  Also though the animals are may seem freer creatures they are obvious boxed in by some invisible barrier as well as having some predetermined patterns that some are forced to walk upon, the poor saps.But I have seen flocks of birds migrating so I am unsure how fluid these barriers but I am sure that while they are a part of a pattern they are forced to return to it. After a certain distance if they are not readily fighting they turn back I have already turned this to my advantage in the use of traps as I can set up an environment be chased and then at the territory boundary turn there back to me. So I get to eat well at least.

  The third thing I have noticed is the important detail I was seeking a way to remove those evil slave marks from above a few of the possessed locals. Though I have yet to establish if this free’s the locals completely from Goo-e’s grasps but it seems unlikely anything truly can but maybe at least their minds.

  The last snippet of information I grasped was that Goo-es marks can also be placed on objects and even corpses. I have yet to fully understand the reason he places them or why some try to hide in a grey hardly visible form. Goo-e is a strange God.

  So this brings me to the task at hand to pick a target to try and free, why? When that is exactly what the outlanders are doing the likely servants of the Goo-e, so he seemingly wants them completed. Well that's actually been a question I've been asking myself a lot. After all I got kicked out of my last world for trying to do the right thing, he'll for trying to do my job. So why? Well I've come down to a small list but yeah even I've noticed that I've been making a bit too many of those. In the end it's all because I need something to do or I'll go insane, plus when you've been trying to stop stuff for too long it's a hard habit to stop I guess.

  And well everyone has to start somewhere so I shall go in search of someone I could see allying with once they are free mostly from there masters shackles and hopefully work on my little enterprise. So I shall find my “Quest”.

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  What the hell is that. Looking around I spot a blue box, how did I miss that, wait it's performing some magic, a large blue box was watching me. A solid one this time.

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  No it's getting away fading out of existence before I can even find its “X” what are those words written on it “ Police Box” so it's some sort of law box for that God huh.

  What's that on the spot it was?

  What the heck is a screw? Arg whatever I need a drink.

  “So”

  “So?”

  “what are ya having ginger?”

  “I'll have you know my hair is Ember Red not ginger.”

  “So what are ya having lady?”

  Ahh I just thought of something I will need some of this worlds economic exchange.

  “Huh I've just noticed I've been robbed… So I need a way to get my hands on some money?”

  “Ahu Yeah I got a job you can do. You up for it Ginger”

  Well it wasn't what I was expecting to start my fight against the boxes but well it's not like I've got anything of value to sell. This feels just like when I finished my scholarship, hoping for greatness and flung to a job of humiliation under the great and all powerful evil of my life at the time. My mum.

  Huh maybe things in my life are looking up.