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Unfortunately, you forgot about the unhappy readers who are upset with the author not finishing her story, and, in turn, her killer. Therfore, I give to you the gift of LOGIC so as to render you completely incapable of killing the author.

If we can do any action simply by typing it, then I send a massive nuclear blast towards the con*iousness that controls what Reaver posts on this thread. Theoretically, this would kill you. However, you are not dead, as (chances are) you are reading this. Therfore, we cannot perform actions by typing them, and in turn you have not shot the author. Thus, you have posted a fallicy, which created a rip in time and rended the very thought of existence from every single person near a computer at the current moment, in which case none of us actually exist, and this post was not posted, as I was destroyed before the moment of the posting of this argument. In turn, this creates another problem, as I do exist, as proved by this very sentence. In theory, this is being posted from an alternate universe to the universe in which I do NOT exist. However, alternate universes do not exist, because if there were an infinate number of universes and one would have to be perfect by the very nature of the word alternate. In a perfect universe, imperfection does not exist, therby rendering all imperfect alternate universes nonexistant. Last time I checked, this very real imperfect universe exists. For this to all be true, I must be the only con*iousness existing in this fantasy world of mine in which all that happens only happens in my head, or whatever equivalent there would be.

Thank God that whatever we type doesn't happen. With that, I boot thee to the Forum Fight for extra violence.

EDIT: However, if this was all a mental simulation created by me, everything would be perfect for me, which it isn't. Thus, I am not the only being existing, and by having ruled out all other solutions, the world DOES exist (for those who were worried.) I am done.

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But, if you are the only person who exists, then I cannot be typing this as of my own free will, or looking at my screen, or feeling, or thinking. Thus, two options emerge. One is that this is still all in your head and I, along with everyone else, am merely illusions cast forth by your impressive telepathic powers. Therefore, you did indeed make Reaver--part of you--shoot Fire--another part of you. So, you made part of your psyche attack another part of your psyche. This can only be a complex metaphor for some sort of depression, self-loathing, or other negative internal conflict. However, since the entire world is part of your mindscape, this means the entire world is a physical representation of depression, self-loathing, etc. This you probably already knew. But, if the universe represents self-loathing, then the other alternate universes must be the representation of other people's minds. Now, since it is impossible for someone to be perfect--a common law that transcends planes--this means it is indeed possible to have infinite alternate universes. In that case, your whole logic process falls apart halfway through, bringing us to a paradox.

Option two, Reaver simply didn't really shoot Fire.

29-Oct-2010 05:06:40

Fireheart449

Fireheart449

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Chapter 6 All the World’s a Stage

My heart is beating fast. When I enter the Rising Sun Inn, Emily the barmaid gives me a warm wave, which I return with a weak grin. Beside me, Tigerstar gasps as the prettiest girl, with long, black curls and emerald eyes, comes out of nowhere and squishes me into a hug.

“Holy crap,” I wheeze, and the girl steps back to consider me with concern.

“Do you think this will work?” she asks. Disregarding the question for a moment, I look over her shoulder to find Ava and Dawn sniggering at me. They’ve just come down from the stairs.

I turn my gaze back to the girl. “Hamlet?”

“Helen,” he—er, she—supplies. “But, yes.”

“Where’s Suspi?” I ask, strongly aware that Helen’s curled hands are resting gently on my chest. Wait…Hamlet’s hands! I step back, blushing like mad, and Helen gives me THE look.

“Suspi left,” Helen answers. “Don’t you dare look at me like that again!”

I scratch my head apologetically. “I know, I know. You’re for Cheesecracker only.”

Tigerstar, Dawn, and Ava all have a laugh at my expense, but Hamlet crosses his arms. “I love you, Freak, but not quite like that. What do you mean ‘Cheesecracker only’? I’m not a possession. Sheesh, being a girl sucks.”

“Sometimes, it does,” Tigerstar agrees, and Ava suddenly ducks away, behind Dawn. Ava’s face is back to normal: scarred, that is.

“Guys treat me like I’m fragile, just cause I have different body parts...” Helen trails off delicately.

I’m blushing terribly when Dawn nudges me. I flinch, remembering the pain I’ve suffered from her pokes. Oh, maybe I’m just exaggerating the pain of her pokes. Or imagining it. Maybe this whole adventure is a construct of my mind.

“Did you find the Oracle?” Dawn asks me.

“Yes. Tigerstar helped me interpret the riddle.”

Dawn snorts. “You should do the quest by yourself.”

29-Oct-2010 05:51:46 - Last edited on 29-Oct-2010 17:19:33 by Fireheart449

Fireheart449

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“Yes, you should,” Ava suddenly says, creeping me out by appearing behind me, her face looming near my shoulder. “Don’t depend on that girl for anything.”

I facepalm and then snatch Dawn’s hand to drag her up the stairs. I ignore Ava’s pleading look. Tigerstar won't kill her while we’re gone, I tell her tacitly with a brief glare. At least, that’s what I hoped my expression conveyed.

Upstairs, the drunk man grins blearily at us before stumbling to the other end of the room. Dawn crosses her arms. “Any particular reason you dragged me up here?” she inquires with a cool look that makes my heart droop.

“You don’t have to be jealous, you know.”

“I’m not jealous!”

“Yes, you are.”

“Of Tigerstar? Trust me, I am not vying for your affections with her.”

I stare at my beloved Dawn. “Wait…you mean, we were nothing official?”

She jabs at my shoulder with a finger. I flinch away. “When did I ever say you were my boyfriend?”

I take a moment to think. Sorting through my memories, I find that she’s right. Dawn has never said anything about us being…together together. “You mean, I’ve been living a lie?” I wail.

“Apparently,” she returns mercilessly. “In your imaginary world.”

“Oh, that makes more sense now,* I agree and pull her closer with a suave tug. “Are you real then? Is THIS real?” I tilt her head up a little to kiss her. The touch is brief and sweet, and for a moment, I feel a response, an echoing of the love embedded in my heart from her. Then Dawn stumbles away, her eyes wide with alarm.

“What a nice daydream,” I comment.

She makes the uber-mad-Dawn face and takes a few steps forwards to slap me. Ouch. Okay. Never mind. Painful daydream. “Don’t…”

“Ever do that again?” I finish sadly.

Then Dawn blushes (for the second time, holy cow) and walks away, down the stairs and out of sight. I sigh, and the drunken man wobbles over to place an elbow on my shoulder. “Angry girlfriend *hic*?”

29-Oct-2010 05:51:55 - Last edited on 29-Oct-2010 06:02:24 by Fireheart449

Fireheart449

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“Not even that,” I reply before heading downstairs. I meet the startled eyes of Tigerstar, Ava and Haml—Helen, and shrug, unwilling to explain.

“Let’s go find Cheesecracker,” I finally say. Maybe I can do some shopping of items to unlock the magical door on the way. Helen nods, his eyes lighting up. Ava scurries towards me, giving an aloof Tigerstar wary glances all the while. “Uh…wait a moment.”

As I approach the bar, Emily grins at me and asks, “Heya! What can I get you?”

“What ales are you serving?” I feel a need to ask. I buy the appropriate drink and tuck it into my backpack. Helen gives me a sheepish glance, perhaps remembering her (his) earlier splurge on drinks. “Let’s go now!" I say.

~~~

Varrock Square is flooded with people. For some reason, it makes me feel lonelier than ever. I see couples chatting near the fountain, holding hands. That’s new. No one else seems to notice the impossible happening around them. Anyway, one of the couples includes Cheesecracker and a brunette wearing mage robes. I stride into their line of vision with Ava clinging to my arm. Man, she’s getting paranoid with Tigerstar around…

“Hey,” Cheesecracker growls at me. We are clearly not welcome. I would hate to interrupt, but for Hamlet’s sake…

“Iymnota Yvlpersun is the name,” the brunette says with a giggle.

“Freak,” I return, feeling like I’ve missed an obvious but terrible pun. I nudge Ava, but before she can introduce herself, Tigerstar steps forward with a beam.

“I’m Tigerstar,” she says with a perky flip of her pigtails.

“Ava,” Ava mumbles, her face still shadowed by my shoulder.

Cheesecracker rolls his eyes. Then he catches sight of Helen. His mouth opens for a moment, his eyes fill with confusion and then recognition. “Geez, Hamlet, you make for a hot girl.”

29-Oct-2010 05:52:04 - Last edited on 29-Oct-2010 06:03:47 by Fireheart449

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