[@RainbowFactory]

Damon checked again and saw no one arrive. [color=cyan]...Fantastic[/color] he said out loud with painfully obvious annoyance. [color=cyan] Wow this place is desolate[/color] Damon remarked before pretending to put his arm around someone's shoulder like an old friend [color=cyan] Not a soul in sight huh pal? Oh wait...you can't talk, why? BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT REALLY HERE[/color] Damon remarked before falling on his back, his earplugs slipping out and falling on the ground. [i]Oh to hell with it, someone comes and thinks the same thing? Not my fault.[/i] Damon thought before getting up. He turned his phone completely off, music and all and stuffed the thing in his jacket pocket. Facing the pathway off to who-knows-where land, Damon started walking. Looking around he saw nature for miles, but kept on the path as it was the only thing he could use to find his way as he had no idea where he was. [i]I swear to god if you took a piece of paper seriously Michael...[/i] Damon's best guess was that this was all some insane joke, and that someone on the other side would pop out and say 'GOTCHA' at any given moment. [i]Well...they better frickin' pay me for this if their gonna laugh.[/i]