Whatever you think is going on, you are wrong. Unless, by some strange twist of fate, you think you have been supposedly rescued from the destruction of your world and brought to a ship called the M.S. Elegante, en route to a place called the Golden Shore.
However, considering it is highly unlikely that you think this, I am just going to assume that whatever you are thinking is wrong.
You sound like that girl Jak accidentally killed. The terminology, at least.
Well, if you are determined to reject reality, at least try not to pick fights with pretty young men who could rip out your lungs through your throat, hm?
This ship is not run on logic. That much should be obvious, unless you are accustomed to suddenly appearing in a place you have never been and are certain you have no reason to be, and being verbally accosted by several people at once via a device you have never seen before but appears to be designed specifically for your use.
[He's assuming Haseo's eyes glazed over halfway through that, but Razer does like to talk.]
But then, I suppose logic is relative when different worlds are involved.
You can be like the girl and hold fast to your delusions, or you can have an earth-shattering bout of disillusionment later on. Believing this is a game will not change the reality of it, but you are free to believe whatever you prefer.
[Aaand since that last comment, he's come to accept that maybe his game character shouldn't need to eat/sleep/take a leak/whatever. Doesn't mean he's happy though.]
You can't just expect any sane person to take what you said and accept it.
For that matter, you should probably try to explain it better.
[But Razer comes from a world so severely screwed up that this stuff barely even ranks most of the time. Precurians always seem to adjust to the crazy of this place faster than others, which might explain why there are so many of them aboard.]
As for a better explanation, I am hardly capable of offering much. The long and short of it is that you are now either a refugee or a victim of a rather elaborate abduction, and that unless you are a roundear from that "dirt" world you will be hard-pressed to find many here from your planet--and even if you are, the chances of them being from the same timeline as you are still rather slim.
For a better explanation than that, you would have to inquire of the crew. Passengers know painfully little of the situation, I am afraid.
No two of us come from the same point in time. One of us is supposed to be dead--in my memory, and the memory of most aboard, he died some years ago. My age and that of another passenger aboard should only be five years apart; if I have things calculated correctly, the gap here is closer to seven.
So yes, that is the situation. If you are from Earth or whatever I suppose you could compare years with the other roundears for your own proof.
Whatever you think is going on, you are wrong. Unless, by some strange twist of fate, you think you have been supposedly rescued from the destruction of your world and brought to a ship called the M.S. Elegante, en route to a place called the Golden Shore.
However, considering it is highly unlikely that you think this, I am just going to assume that whatever you are thinking is wrong.
Have fun reconciling fact with delusion, hm?
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What the hell...?
They can't close down The World. Shino's still...
Anyway, whatever. I'm still my game character, so obviously, I'm still logged in.
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You sound like that girl Jak accidentally killed. The terminology, at least.
Well, if you are determined to reject reality, at least try not to pick fights with pretty young men who could rip out your lungs through your throat, hm?
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What are you talking about?
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[He could not sound more disinterested if he tried.]
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[Siiiiiiigh.]
Why are new arrivals always so stupid?
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Man, where do all these weirdos come from, anyway?
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[He's assuming Haseo's eyes glazed over halfway through that, but Razer does like to talk.]
But then, I suppose logic is relative when different worlds are involved.
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[He almost mentions AIDA, but he's really not supposed to, so he stopped there. He doesn't like to talk quite as much, clearly.]
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You can't just expect any sane person to take what you said and accept it.
For that matter, you should probably try to explain it better.
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[But Razer comes from a world so severely screwed up that this stuff barely even ranks most of the time. Precurians always seem to adjust to the crazy of this place faster than others, which might explain why there are so many of them aboard.]
As for a better explanation, I am hardly capable of offering much. The long and short of it is that you are now either a refugee or a victim of a rather elaborate abduction, and that unless you are a roundear from that "dirt" world you will be hard-pressed to find many here from your planet--and even if you are, the chances of them being from the same timeline as you are still rather slim.
For a better explanation than that, you would have to inquire of the crew. Passengers know painfully little of the situation, I am afraid.
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Are you seriously telling me that someone's just reaching into different places and times to abduct people?
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No two of us come from the same point in time. One of us is supposed to be dead--in my memory, and the memory of most aboard, he died some years ago. My age and that of another passenger aboard should only be five years apart; if I have things calculated correctly, the gap here is closer to seven.
So yes, that is the situation. If you are from Earth or whatever I suppose you could compare years with the other roundears for your own proof.
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This all sounds too unreal.
...But wait, you said something about the destruction of my world at first. That doesn't make sense, if people come here from different times.
[Oh snap, he was actually listening. But he still kind of hopes he'll wake up any minute now.]
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