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[The audio clicks on first, and there are some clicking noises and faint whisperings in Japanese as the man tries to get the device to work. Video turns on next, revealing the smaller Asian man as he stares down at the device with intense focus. He continues to speak in Japanese, apparently to himself.]

What is this? I've never seen anything like this before.. Who could have created something like this? And.. where is this place? Everything looks so.. dead.

[He seems to realize something and is quite obviously shocked as he nearly drops the device and backs himself into a wall.]

Is this Russia's place?! It certainly looks like something born from nuclear fallout! It must be! What has happened here?! [And then, switching to English because he currently refuses to speak Russian..] Is anyone out there?! Russia-san, if this is your doing, do not think I will take it lightly!

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[Okay so he's lost for so long and then he hears this voice speaking as if he's supposed to know what's going on. He looks around a little and frowns.]

...Excuse me?

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Sweden. Instead of Russia.

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Denmark-san?..

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... Hej! Japan!

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...If this was not Russia-san..

..Can you tell me where I am?

[kongeriget]

Discedo!

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..Where is that?

[kongeriget]

On another world! But more importantly, it's a Danish province.

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A Danish province... on another world?

[kongeriget]

Damn straight. Are ya jealous?

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I'm afraid I don't understand at all, Denmark-san... Have you been drinking perhaps?

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Man, I wish.

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...ah, a dream then.

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Also wrong!

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[Sadface. He sighs.]

..that is.. too bad..

Denmark-san, I was told that there are monsters.. are there really?..

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Oh, yep. Nor's always taking 'em home, too. We have three pet ones.

1/2

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...pets..

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Ah, well, where are you staying?

For now, I am just.. entering the closest building I found.

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Stay at Marshall! That's where most of us live. America runs it! Ya can come by for dinner sometime.

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America-san does?..

Well, I would head there.. if I knew where it was...

[And now he's trying to find some kind of sign or distinct marking that will let him know where he is..]

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Ehhh, try and spot a building or something. Street signs.

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Yes, I am trying to-- ah, here.. a street sign.. um, Latimir..?

Do you know where that is?

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Sure! Ya near a park, or near some warehouses?

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..Warehouses.

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Okay! Walk away from 'em, keep following the street. If yer going right, yer gonna pass an occupied building on yer, uh, right. Keep going straight, and yer gonna come to Lander. That's my street, by the way. Normally there's a toll. Turn left and keep going past my tollbooth and the park, and just after ya pass Horton street, the apartments are on the left!

[ ALL FROM MEMORY he's a viking he has a good sense of direction okay. ]