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Well it's been over a month, shit happens as they say? Well anyways, here we go, felt like continuing this stuff today so first part of the exciting second arc is here for you to enjoy, or cry over. 

Part 1

Chapter 2 - The new continent of boos and bahs

Struck by the fact he had no money he burst into tears, cursing to the heavens like Krendel the kebab-seller once had done so emotianlly. After a few stupid looks from by passers and the memories of himself getting $500 from Ralph only a few minutes ago he stood up straight again. Wiped his face and welcomed America the same way a five year old would sprint at the sight of the world’s biggest toffee. Viik’s mind was getting overrun by all the thinking, he remembered he had no idea where he actually was. The east-coast, he knew that much, probably the most northern part, he had a slight shiver. Even though he had borrowed some clothes on the ship, while his own were being washed, he was now back to his summer wear. He looked at the nearest building, “Halifax Cargo Transport”.

“Hmm”, he thought, “never heard about Halifax before”, beside the text there was a large red leaf. He knew he’d seen that before somewhere, but Viik didn’t pay much attention in geography or social studies class, or any class for that matter. He was always just pondering about their next meaningless adventure, not very exciting adventures, but most certainly enjoyable none the less. Viik entered the old ruggy building, worn down by time and lack of money it didn’t look very handsome at all. An old man was sitting with a newspaper, “The Chronicle Herald – Halifax, Nova Scotia”. An article about how hard it was to be gay in Truro flourished the front pages. The man looked up, “what you want?”, he asked lazily, yet surprised someone was there. “Uhm pardon me…. Where is this?”. “It’s the harbor….. you blind or something ?”, the man replied looking at him as if he was a retard. “nah, I mean, city, like is this North-East USA?”, Viik replied with a nervous look. “Well, it’s Halifax, Canada, not the US”.

“What???”, Viik screamed, why the fuck had he landed in this godforsaken land of tundra and wannabe-French bastards, that for some reason wanted the neighbor to live instead of capping a bullet through his head. No, Viik preferred the US, he stormed out panicking and running like a madman through the streets. “There he is!”, Viik felt yet another blow to his head, everything went pitch black once more. All he could think before the lights went out was, “not again…..”

You guessed right, it will continue. Only god knows why.