<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Matt (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=884730)<br/></strong></span><div class="floatleft">(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx134/ulthakptah/Kill%20la%20kill/0_zpsad48ab77.png)</div><br/>This world was bazaar. Not only is some ridiculous thing such as magic real here, but these morons have only advances to feudal type technology. This is a real drag if your main way of getting around is a motor vehicle. Not only do I get weird stares, but also finding gas can be a real chore. Even when my baby gets so many miles to the gallon. No cars no gas stations. I could fill it up with hooch, but I would need something high proof. For all I know these yokels don't even know how to distill liquor.<br/><br/>The worst part of all is this stuffy elf witch. If it wasn't bad enough she is the one who trapped me here, but she has the gall to criticize me at every turn. All this is her fault since she ruined the spell that should have sent me home. I roll my eyes as she calls my bike magical again. Try explaining to these hicks that it moves by causing explosions to happen inside, and it would just blow their freaking minds. Science must have gone out of the window years ago what with how much they depend on magic. Even calling me here was some stupid short cut to fix a problem of theirs.<br/><br/><strong>"I've told you before it's not magical. She is a beast though. Why are you even following me?"</strong>I scoff out and start to walk along side the road with my bike.<strong>"Now that you have failed at you job of being a Sorceress isn't time you went back to being a stage magician or something? Or were you just the assistant?"</strong>Clearly this was just a jab at how incompetent she was at magic, not knowing anything about her really.