I gasp at this insubordination! Did they not know of my Arrival? Do they not see I am here gracing them with there presence. This is going to go very poorly for there review when I get back home. For now, I attempt to get to the bottom of this.  As a Ghaele of my caliber, I demand the world give me whores and booze! And, as if by some twisted magic, I DON'T get what I want in that instant. I begin to contemplate whether or not I've found myself in some sick and primitive world.<br/><br/>I land down on the ground, my solid white boot lightly touching the dirt, when I realize that it has been dirtied by unfit soil. Not even a proper road for me to walk in on. Well, I'll be speaking to this worlds supervisor at once about there poorly kept roads that only lead to craters. I begin flying off! Only about 5 feet off the ground, flapping my angelic wings, transparent and bright blue, they are normally hidden by my cape, making my way through the landscape, trying to find some answers for whatever is happening to me! Heading off to the east, watching the sun, as it makes its way through the sky. Perhaps its the end of the world? Only THAT will even begin to excuse this behavior.