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John tiredly flicked through the pages of a worn-out travel guide. He was on Vasishka, a planet wherein the magical and technological mingled together. Far away, there would be Frixon Prime, a terraformed world filled with mechanical wonders and nose-bleedingly complex devices. Also separated from Vasishka was Ecetopia, a planet filled with wonders magical and arcane. 

Was the land he called Kiarath actually known as Ecetopia to the common folk? John did not care at all. All the crazy stuff that had happened in the past would be better off to be considered as a dream. A very elaborate dream. Suddenly...

[color=yellow][b]"EYY, mahn! You take care of youself! Sivvy want you to get along!"[/b][/color]

Some weird man ([@Mistiel]) had just screamed right at the [s]two people[/s] robot and the cowboy with the weird hat ([@Arawak] and [@0Z]) who were sitting beside him. He then proceeded to run out of the bar in a rushed sprint.

Gee, that man had almost broken John's composure. 

[color=lightblue]"Rastafarians on this planet must be [i]very[/i] noisy."[/color]

John, having finished his lemonade, decided to walk out of the bar. Maybe he would find something interesting to do?