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Yo, what up, kids? My name is Dutch Haines, and I won’t take up too much of
your time. People have just been asking where I came from, and I thought it
might make sense to clear the air. I won’t go into too many details, to
protect the innocent, and even the not so innocent. Months ago, I woke up just
as I normally do, and tried to leave the house to head for work. I never made
it, though. I ended up in this underground bunker, apparently on another
Earth. That’s what people told me anyway. It was also centuries in the future,
so maybe it was our planet the whole time. Wouldn’t that be a great twist for
a movie? Anyway, there’s this weird phenomenon called Westfall, which sends
people to different worlds all the time. You’re not supposed to know it’s
happened, but sometimes it glitches, I guess. Don’t ask me how it works. All I
know is that I was sick, kind of like Nick. I was the carrier of a disease
that’s harmless to humans, but deadly to an evil race of aliens who are trying
to sterilize people they don’t like all over the multiverse. The natives asked
to study me and my blood so they could use me as a weapon, and sadly, I
believe they got their wish. I just wanted to come clean about my part in
this. It’s not like I really had a choice. Maybe the Westfall thing wasn’t a
glitch. Maybe I was destined to go there for that. I dunno, but I’m hoping to
make up for it, so I would like to dedicate my life to service, if you’ll have
me. I’ve never been one for social media, but I’ve signed up now, so maybe
y’all can follow me too, and help me figure out what I can do to help the
world. I’ll hand this website back over to Nick for now, though.
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