Revisions

[eastdetective]

First Person Sample:

[Conan Edogawa was no stranger to finding himself in strange and dangerous circumstances. Call it an occupational hazard of his chosen career.  

Rather than panicking at waking up in Florida like the others he had stayed calm, investigated his surroundings and collected every scrap of information he could find. There wasn't nearly enough to satisfy him, let lone come to any kind of hypothesis. Not when there were people here who already knew far too much for his piece of mind.

But who was responsible for this? What was the purpose? His thoughts turned to the Black Organization. Were they involved in this?

But after a second of thought Conan dismisses the idea. If they knew enough of who he was to target him... He knew enough of their operation style to know that they wouldn't bother with orchestrating this kind of situation. If they had been involved he would already be dead.

Which still left him where he had started. With far more questions than answers.  There was no help for it. He was still suspicious of something as convenient as the network, but using it would be faster than tracking people down individually. He would just have to be very careful not to give anyone any idea that he was anything more than a curious kid.]

The people who brought us here are really mean, aren't they?  I didn't ask to go on vacation at all!

[Conan scowls childishly into the camera, and proceeds to dig for information.]

Ne!  So can anyone tell me more about this place!  It looks a little like America, right?  But it doesn't look familiar at all. And it seems like there are some strange things going on here. Are there really superheroes? But those are just in stories, right? Is it just people in costumes playing tricks? 

And does anyone know the way home? The people who take care of me will be really upset if I don't come home.

[Sometimes Conan still couldn't believe that people bought this kind of act.]