No problem. A question or desc I'd ask myself about my original Earth? Why was my location in Georgia just an island. I'd also ask if my first crush happened to have a beautiful orange tail but I claim it was sapient, what did the rest of that guy look like? (Looked human with a tail). How do you kill a zombie? (Burn them to ash or dissolve them in acid). What is the history of major natural catastrophes that you read about in the newspapers that may also happen here? (I've read about Hurricane Katrina back at home, the Columbine school shooting and various other tragedies both natural and not from home). Do you think a place like Dreamland and Project Pegasus exists here like at home? (Area 51 and the weapon that turned my home into a hellscape exists here too, people are more worried about Haarp when that thing exists though. Weird) and lastly I would ask if time travel became a thing commercial available in or before my time (Yes and no, it was in it's early testing stages and wasn't exactly linear time travel) Not sure what anecdotal information you'd care to hear about. Generally speaking my life at home was rather mundane. Not too different from someone that lives in this reality with a doggy door out in the country and having a wild bobcat or mountain lion managing to get in at night and tear their place up and them at any given moment. You're born, raised to a certain age, then you're assign a job rather than applying for one, bathroom was just a bucket or clay pot that you emptied the contents of into the recycler, and by recycler I mean you just go up one of two sidewalls and open the latch and throw it out into the wilderness. Funniest thing is one time I've did my business and threw it out and landed on a zombies head and it just groaned in a daze like "What the huh what?". Sounds like that zombie was having a particularly crappy day. I mean some of the crap that specific zombie has to go through man. Ok, enough of the bad puns. There was a small sport that some of the guards liked to play when patrolling the outskirts of the settlement while raid teams were out hunting for meat and gathering misc resources (tree bark, wood, any scavenging of fuel, etc), and I'm being generous with the word "Sport". One game they played for sport was Frog Baseball. Which is exactly what you think it is, kinda. It definitely involves a frog and a blunt object and the frog being hit by a baseball. Sounds horrible, I know, but hear me out. The frogs aren't like the frogs here. Aside from stone skin and thusly not really being phased by being struck with a ball bat for sport, they're also something I wouldn't attempt to pick up. The frogs are parasitic. Sharp and very fast tongue and that tongue is used like a straw for a specific reason. Think of it more more like a giant mosquito that hops around going "Ribbit". Me personally I liked my rafe back when I was much younger. Little dude would sleep at my feet and chirp like mad and bounce on my head if it needed or wanted something. Had it before maybe 2 weeks before one of my peers jumped up and stomped loudly and screamed at it. Caused my pink poof to go poof. ;-; At least the rafe taught the brat a valuable lesson. Brat got blinded by the quills and ... well quills pretty much everywhere. The underside of a rafe is actually quite pleasant to the touch. And yes I got hurt a bit from the rafe going boom too, but I wasn't the idiot that stumped right up against it and scaring it. I ended up with the rafe because a team out for hunting had my mother assigned to the team for medical assistance. She was a great doctor given what we had and she found a straggling baby rafe all by itself. You can tell the babies apart from the adults because the quills are more like soft feathers and you can really see the tiny bird. My rafe was just starting to get it's sharp pink quills when the bully scared it like an idiot. I was so mad at him and upset about losing my little pet. If a rafe is raised by a human they don't end up getting scared from them in general but can still be scared if they think they'll be attacked. I had visions of my future with that rafe hanging out with me all my life like I was going to grow up into a big and strong adult like my dad and have my rafe waiting for me at home jumping and chirping every time I come home to it. Then there's my ceren I got when it was a puppy when I was roughly 9. He used to sleep on top of my stomach listening to my heartbeat. At least until he got too big and heavy. When I lost my left leg at the age of 12 by a rampaging harbinger my ceren took a major brunt of it and managed to get at it's neck and tear out it's throat with only minor cuts to itself. My ceren came back to me at some point, I had already passed out. I woke up with stiff tree bark against what used to be a full leg and dried mud cast on the stump, my ceren sleeping at my side. I ended up getting myself together with it licking my face profusely wagging it's tailless butt like mad behind itself. Last I seen my ceren was when I was 15 backing away slowly from a copy. My ceren did not make it here with me, which means the poor guy disemboweled himself a few days after my disappearance. That knowledge still bothers me profusely today. I loved that ceren. And regarding the gout, it's fine. Just sometimes the "meat" that is claimed to be "Beef" is really pork flavored to taste like beef which is a pain in the backside. I can eat beef or chicken some, but pork and turkey and other high purine foods I need to stay away from. I've since made it a point that if I didn't make it myself from scratch, I check to make sure it doesn't have any pork, turkey, shrimp, other shellfish, fish in general, etc to make sure I can eat it. "Beef Chilli! Contains pork. Why you little RAAAAA! *throws chair on Jerry Springer*"