All previous entries were written while I was still submerged below the border. Moving without direction, yet never aimless. The last entry was written at an intersection in the South American Journey-Quest. Up until this point we were as sleek and efficient as a Japanese bullet-train... but chaos had been in play since the beginning, and was swiftly approaching. Minor imperfections in the makeup of our group had become magnified by the stresses of long periods of travel through less-than-typical conditions. Not long after setting foot onto the South American continent, our seemingly perfect trio/quartet began to fall out of balance. In some unknown moment the train derailed in a ball of fire, and we were sent searing into the unknown like fragmented strips of liquid-hot metal.
From that time forward we were on our own, and though we came together again at times, it was never to become that unified entity we were before. It sounds grave, but it was both healthy and absolutely necessary. We made choices as individuals, for better or for worse, and we grew. No matter the outcome, each of them are forever my comrades, and I patiently await our next charge into the wild-lands.
-John Michael
10/1/08
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