Volume 28

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Let's see, my name is Alice Vulcanstien, the band Gorillaz was founded in 1997, their first hit single being Clint Eastwood, and right now I'm in a small town in Scotland. Ok good, so far no immediate brain damage. I was a panting mess on the floor not even the slightest bit concerned with the injuries regarding my body. Could be many or could be none, regardless I didn't want to check. This definitely wouldn't be my first choice for a leisurely activity but I have to say I'm a bit proud. The population of this town was about 600. I single handedly brought down that number to 1. Every machine infected citizen of this town is laying in a pile at my feet. Every unholy engine smashed to oblivion. And standing above all of it was one punk chick in dire need of a sandwich.I couldn't help but laugh.That one's for you Marda and Luis.

   There wasn't enough time to rest though, so I had to get to Muvere. From what I could see they traveled farther than I could on foot even if I was in perfect condition. This had been a close knit community so I doubt a lot of them had cars but someone had to. I really hope I was right on this one. I checked some of the bigger houses to no avail. Same with the ones near Marda's place. Dammit, at least give me a skateboard or something. I kicked the nearest door in frustration. From that however came a loud clang of metal and fiberglass. I threw open the door to find an old motor scooter (still in good condition) if I had to guess it might have been a vespa but right now that doesn't matter it had wheels and I'm taking it. I grabbed the keys on a nearby desk and a pair of scissors and drove out the door. The scooter handled like a dream able to weave in and out of debris caused by the previous onslaught. It was a shame what happened here but I wouldn't take responsibility for this. If it was anyone's fault it was the mad doctor himself, he made the machines, he spread them through the town, and I'll do everything I can to knock him and his bitch contraptions to hell.

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