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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Vigwyn the Unruly" data-source="post: 2462388" data-attributes="member: 20345">Keith Vargas, PhD'Holy crud...' thinks Dr. Vargas as he shakes his groggy head, and runs his hand through his very dark brown hair. 'No wonder my temples are getting grayer all the time.' He blinks a few times to clear his eyes and get a view of his surroundings.He has seen some strange things in his life, but that was by far the craziest. What are these creatures? What do they want? Hell, was that even real?Keith runs his fingers along the cool stone floor as if to reassure himself that he's not just dreaming.He stands up slowly, and brushes the dirt from his jeans and his red and blue plaid button-down short sleeved shirt. He feels that his pockets are empty, but he still has his eyeglasses and his brown leather Clark's.A leaden feeling descends upon him as takes stock of the situation. The bars seem solid and he can't imagine how to get out of this trouble without help. Looking around at the other poor souls who share his fate, he sees that many of them are covered in blood. Doing his best to shake off the feeling of helplessness and fear, he decides to try and take some proactive steps."Does anyone need help?" he asks.</blockquote>