Alright, here we go. Off with @Crystal Rosethorn down into the Undersprawl sub-basements of the school, in search of instruments of legend. I'll be PsiCasting everything back to my Scribe+, so it'll show up in story form.

My phone can find internet anywhere,so i'll be posting on here...Due to being part fox i can see pretty well in the dark which is cool. There are tons of weird rooms here,and there is a library under the library,which after this i'm gonna check out. I'm listening to music while @Z Lons tries to figure out the map...It smells weird,and i'm pretty sure i stepped on a few mouse skeletons...Ew. Anyways thats where we are,i'll be updating as we go...wait it just got EXTREMELY warm down here,like i've begun sweating. Strange...

Im gonna guess and say that people here that are reading this are like: Wait,i thought we write in journals? I found an app on my phone that you type on a notebook on your phone and it transfers to your notebook. I can show people afterwards...heat seems to be INCREASING,i hope we aren't heading towards the Snake Cult. I've stepped on more mice,so im pretty sure we are going the wrong way. But whatever,maybe we are going the right way.

@Serpentes, now that I've actually gone down into the Undersprawl, what should we do supposing we run into some snake pals of yours?

Agreed @Z Lons...and what if we meet some big monster or something? That isn't nice or another student? I brought a katana for protection but thats all i can carry for weapons...

@Crystal Rosethorn, are we supposed to have, like, melee weapons? I figured we should bring the most firepower possible, ergo, a trusty pistol.

I present to you the most advanced technology in psychically powered semi-automatic firearms: the GlockSmith 300. Automatically teleports in new ammunition. Any monster steps to you, you pop a cap in that sucker.

Forget part fox, I'm 85% Russian and 15% Israeli, born and raised in the most gunhappy nation on earth: the UNITED. STATES. OF. AMERICA, meaning I know the meaning of firepower. When you come up against an enemy, you hit them with the American Specialty: rampant weapon budgets and compete offensive overkill!

-sigh- Life is not a competition...and i'll stick with the ways i was taught AMERICAN. oh and fyi,i HATE steak. And meat. And alcohol. and Football. I do like baseball though,and alot of american artists and books...so not a total hater. And i would think that guns are less allowed then swords...besides i take a melee class here. Every wednesday 2:00-4:00 pm. There are shooting ranges but no real PRACTICE. Melee focuses on inner strength...your one of the upperclass men that make fun of me i can tell...anyways its really warm down here,which is strange. I would expect it to be cold...

Haha, I'm just kidding, a sword is fine for me.

Okay,good. Not a big fan of Firearms anyhow...to loud and if your sneaking up on someone then well if it goes off then it lets them know your there...and a lot of the time they aren't accurate enough...for me anyways. Anyways i'm pretty sure i just stepped on a few mice skeletons...ew. At least my phone is at 100% so i can listen to music.

I decided to go down. All the way down into the basement and under sprawl.


I thought that the band was my idea and I sort of needed to stay committed to it...



Besides, who else is going to keep those two out of trouble.




The problem was I was walking, had been for quite a bit, when I heard voices.

It startled me and I slipped on something under me. Causing me to hit the ground face first, causing a loud sound!

Times like this I wish I could levitate or see in the dark...



I think the voices were just my band mates.... hopefully