[Another Johnson Accidental Audio Post]

[justwonthegame]

[Someone is muttering into their device intermittently in a New Zealand accent.]

Come on…..answer your bloody phone, Axl. … Pick up… Ugh, come on! As if this day couldn't get more shit.

[A pause. Mike is holding his phone away from his face and looking at it, and the reason you can tell, is he’s pressed a button and switched the video on. He frowns at the screen, and ends up talking quietly to his phone.]

What the hell are you doing?

[He turns the phone off. A few minutes later, a text message goes up on the Network.]

Axl if this is your phone I’m reaching I’ve got no idea where the hell I am. Call me back and pass the phone to Olaf.

Don’t tell him to text me back.

Don’t tell him to read this.

Shit. And tell him it's already on.

Are you all ok?

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[justwonthegame]

Days? ...no, I just saw him. [Two. Two, tall, gangly Axls who wear tight pants. Ok, then.]

[doeswhathewants]

Time works differently in this place. Kidnapped by those calling themselves gods of this place, interdimensional holding place, curses... all rather fun.

[justwonthegame]

[Mike's whole thought process becomes a spiralling shitstorm of what. But 'gods' rises out of the mass of confusion and results in an incredibly displeased Mike.]

Are you-- [Shit, no, it's a kid, it's a kid. He has to almost literally swallow "fucking" back down, which results in a rather long pause before] ...kidding me?!

[doeswhathewants]

Does this look like the Land of Auck in New Zealand?

[justwonthegame]

Auckland. I don't mean that. I mean...the other stuff. Curses. Gods. [Aaand now he's doing his best to sound kind of offhand.]

[doeswhathewants]

Anyone will tell you that is the truth, who would believe it elsewise?

[justwonthegame]

Most people?

[doeswhathewants]

Most people who realize they are no longer in their realm accept readily.

[justwonthegame]

Well, there's a better explanation than gods, surely.
...
Which gods?

[doeswhathewants]

Self proclaimed gods. Not even declaring themselves gods of anything.

Why does it matter?

[justwonthegame]

I dunno. I guess I was just...interested.

What's their reason, anyway? I mean--you--why would they take a kid?

[doeswhathewants]

Likely for some nefarious purpose, what that is, I am as yet unsure.

Why take anyone, at that? People with power, mortals, they have very little in common- except... were you taken from a point in your life that was very ... emotional?

[justwonthegame]

I meant: did they bring your parents? What sort of thing is that to do? [He feels sorry for you, that doesn't mean he's going to cave to your nosiness.] It doesn't matter where I was taken from: as long as Axl's here, I'm staying.

[doeswhathewants]

I should think not. My parents would not have been best pleased. [Boo.] Ah, but it does. I am trying to prove a theory about this place and those controlling it.

You shall see the first curse you live through, here.

[justwonthegame]

I was in the middle of something. [And that's as much as you're getting out of him, Serrure.] You're not living alone, are you?

[doeswhathewants]

Aha! My theory continues to hold merit. [He already thinks you were doing weird things, mmkay?] No. I live with others near my age. And Sif looks out for me. She has even ceased beating me when I mostly do not deserve it. [So sincere.]

[justwonthegame]

[He's raised three kids, and he can tell you're a tricky one. Nice try.] That's generous of her. Will she corroborate your story?

[doeswhathewants]

Strangely, I think she might.