I've decided to keep using this computer. It'll help me keep track of time, and it's something I'm used to.

I'm going to start exploring this place more. I mean, I saw all these interesting places but I was too confused and worried about not having any weapons to go investigate. But now there's nothing to worry about!

I think the first order of business is going to be that lake with the sea monster in it. That sounds interesting. Of course, it might not be there anymore.

Oh well. Guess that's part of the fun.

I think I finally get it. It only took what, a week? Two? I've already lost track of how long I've been here. But that doesn't really matter.

I never went back to The World after getting PKed by Tri-Edge. How could I? Players who get PKed by Tri-Edge don't come back, they become Lost Ones, like Shino. I didn't go back, I fell into a coma and I'm probably in some hospital right now, dreaming all of this shit up.

Ovan wasn't Tri-Edge. I never joined Canard or became the Demon Palace Emperor. I'm not an Epitah User; that's why I can't find Skeith, because Skeith isn't real. Or if he is, he's not my Avatar. I never spent time with Silabus, Gaspard, Atoli, Pi, or Kuhn. If they even exist, they were probably just some players I saw when I was in the Twilight Brigade and I populated my dream with familiar faces. And Alkaid and Endrance? Who knows. Maybe I overheard other players talking about the Arena. Because you don't come back from being a Lost One. I didn't meet them. I didn't marry Endrance. I didn't do any of it.

I passed out on my desk and someone eventually found me. I made up the rest of it, and once I ran out of adventure, I came up with this nightmare. Maybe that means I'm going to come out of the coma soon. Maybe it means I'm going to die. Maybe I'm going to be stuck like this for the rest of my life. Either way, what does it matter? Nothing I can do about it. And if I do ever come out of it, I'm never going to play that damn game again.

Certainly does explain a lot. Actually being my character? Please. Like that's even possible.

Suddenly, this whole stupid situation's gotten a hell of a lot easier to deal with.

Um, hello? Gods?

( [ooc; This is long and rambling, because Haseo doesn't know what he's doing and it's too important to him to botch it up.] )

For all the weirdness, this place is starting to remind me of home. Something about the people, I guess. And the whole magic thing. That helps.

Maybe it's not so bad after all. Or it wouldn't be, if I could have my stuff back. What kind of place takes your stuff away anyway?

It's almost a shame the others aren't here. Well, maybe not Gaspard. I don't think he'd take this very well.

[unintelligible grumbling]

I need a job.

Anybody know where I can find one?

So...

Skeith is gone too.

This is all a dream, right? Spent too much time online and now I'm having some kind of fucked up nightmare about it. Right?

[slightly crazy laughter]

What the hell is going on? What is this place?

It’s not The World. Or if it is, it’s a server I’ve never been on before.

So what is it?

And why the hell can't I log out?!