Intro. Stranded on Iceland.

I have to start a new journal. Since they shipped me to this wasteland, ruled and divided by the Ásatrúarkirkjan, the usual company (run by an elf, of course) and the russian mob, I don't have my stuff with me. Just my dog, and a rental truck. This sucks. I have to make the best of it. Maybe the hills beyond the slums are still green...

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