My name is err...well it was Lucas. That's what I prefer to be called anyway. People are different here, but before I get into that you need to know the whole story first. No one ever seems to believe me when I tell them, but maybe you're different. Now than, I suppose I should start from the very beginning. I grew up in a place called Tazmily, which was on the coast of the Nowhere Islands. I was probably the happiest there in that tiny village with my real family.

Later tragedy struck as my mother had been killed protecting my twin brother, Claus, and me from a creature known as a Drago. Everything had changed that day Dad was never the same, Claus left, and I well I had lost more than just my mother. I still feel guilty letting Claus leave by himself. I knew I should have followed him that day. It appeared that he was dead also, but that part will come later. Three years later I decided to go on my own journey.

I made many new friends, I traveled all around the Nowehere Islands, and even discovered I was one of very few people that could use this PSI power called PK Love. We had many adventures pulling out needles and defeating the Pigmask army. One time they even thought I was their commander, silly right? Well all these events eventually all lead to the truth behind what had happened to my brother.

As we defeated Porky we approached the seventh needle. The Masked Man was waiting there. He was just staring at the needle, as if something was wrong. We broke out into battle. After a very long and exhausting fight the Masked Man took off his helmet and was revealed to be my brother,Claus. I was overjoyed, yet confused all the same. He just stared at me and smiled for a bit, until he reflected a lightning bolt directly at my Franklin Badge. He didn't have time to explain, but I had already knew just by looking in his eyes what he had been through.

His exact words were "I'm sorry it turned out this way. I'm really glad you could be with me just before the end...Thanks." He apologized to Dad, and told everyone, "I'm going where mom is now." His last words were addressed to me. He said, "Lucas I hope we meet again someday...Bye...Thank you...I'm sorry...I'm sure we'll meet again." Then he was gone.

I was so sad and overflowing with bottled up emotions, but I knew what had to be done. I pulled out the final needle in hope of a new world. Then catastrophe struck as the world I knew was torn apart. For a couple of minutes everything was dark. I couldn't see anything, but I knew everyone was there with me. After the darkness, I awoke here in this world, with you strange people and your strange customs. You people told me that I was in an amnesiac state, that I had forgot about the world we lived in and to cope I created my own reality.

I actually started believing my so called "parents". To tell you the truth I was starting to forget everything and I started to blend in this strange place. I really almost did in fact I started to waive this whole me truly being someone else, as an elaborate dream. The only problem is that I saw him the other day....and I couldn't mistake that face...especially, because it was mine.

(Yay! I wrote the first of hopefully many editions of "After the Needles Were Pulled". Please note that this is all background information and begins a year or so after Lucas pulled the final needle. The real story begins next week! Thanks for reading!)