Game Podunker Dancurtis presents a light and imaginative piece as he continues his blog series, "The Lost Journalist's Journal." This time around, he writes his adventure in the world of FF7.

I awoke suddenly, the sound of a screeching train jerking me out of my sleepy trance. As I gradually became aware of my environment I was shocked to see that once again I had been removed from the comfort of my bed and had this time woken up propped against a wall on a train platform that was dark and stained with smoke. It was a rather horrible place, looking too clinical and industrial to truly shine as a city. In the distance I could make out countless plumes of acrid black smoke wafting in the air, mingled with the whoosh of a strange green substance that sparkled in the air

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