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''Just one more minute left for the school days... and then, it'll be the winter break. I don't really care about those holidays though. I wonder what do I care about anyway.
*Bell Rings*
I see people go out of the classroom. People going out in couples, People going out with their friends. Everyone seems excited...
It's quite cold today. Though inside me, Its always been like that. Therefore, I am not really affected much by it.
As usual, I am alone in the classroom now. I wonder what should I do. It's Winter break, So I guess I'll go for a stroll. But alas, I am tired.
*closes the classroom door*
I guess I will rest the whole day today.
-Sudden Knocks at the door-
I open the door. It's one of the school gatekeepers, George. He likes paying me a visit every once in a while. He is holding a cup which has something hot filled in it.
George: Would you like some hot coffee?
I really didn't want anything. But since he was so kind to come to the classroom just to offer me some coffee, I couldn't refuse him.
I nodded in approval.
''It's quite cold today, isn't it?'', Asked George.
I, again, Nodded in approval. I know it made him feel like he was being a bother. But he was actually being one.
George: I recommend you to close the windows. Or, I will close them for you.
He approaches towards the windows.
''NO NO, I will do it myself!'' I exclaimed.
He just ignored me and closed all of the windows before I could even move.
''People are fast these days'' I mumbled.
He comes to me, and offers me the coffee cup. With a faint smile on my face, I extend my left hand to grab it.
''Good day'' With these words, He leaves the room.
George is a nice person. He has been helping me out since the day I started living here.
-drinks coffee-
-After 13 Minutes-
Solitude can be pretty boring at times, But I am quite used to it. To get out of the boredom, I talk, to myself.
But unlike everyday, today, I have no idea what to talk about. In my past conversations with myself, I have covered all the topics this humankind is aware of. There's just one thing left to talk about. But I am too scared to even think about it.
No, I'll have to do it. *closes fist with a lot of force* That's the only way I'll conquer over my fright.
My past. Even though I am scared looking back at it, I'll have to do it. I may be a physically weak, But I don't want to be a weak person.
*Sigh*''
TBC.
''Just one more minute left for the school days... and then, it'll be the winter break. I don't really care about those holidays though. I wonder what do I care about anyway.
*Bell Rings*
I see people go out of the classroom. People going out in couples, People going out with their friends. Everyone seems excited...
It's quite cold today. Though inside me, Its always been like that. Therefore, I am not really affected much by it.
As usual, I am alone in the classroom now. I wonder what should I do. It's Winter break, So I guess I'll go for a stroll. But alas, I am tired.
*closes the classroom door*
I guess I will rest the whole day today.
-Sudden Knocks at the door-
I open the door. It's one of the school gatekeepers, George. He likes paying me a visit every once in a while. He is holding a cup which has something hot filled in it.
George: Would you like some hot coffee?
I really didn't want anything. But since he was so kind to come to the classroom just to offer me some coffee, I couldn't refuse him.
I nodded in approval.
''It's quite cold today, isn't it?'', Asked George.
I, again, Nodded in approval. I know it made him feel like he was being a bother. But he was actually being one.
George: I recommend you to close the windows. Or, I will close them for you.
He approaches towards the windows.
''NO NO, I will do it myself!'' I exclaimed.
He just ignored me and closed all of the windows before I could even move.
''People are fast these days'' I mumbled.
He comes to me, and offers me the coffee cup. With a faint smile on my face, I extend my left hand to grab it.
''Good day'' With these words, He leaves the room.
George is a nice person. He has been helping me out since the day I started living here.
-drinks coffee-
-After 13 Minutes-
Solitude can be pretty boring at times, But I am quite used to it. To get out of the boredom, I talk, to myself.
But unlike everyday, today, I have no idea what to talk about. In my past conversations with myself, I have covered all the topics this humankind is aware of. There's just one thing left to talk about. But I am too scared to even think about it.
No, I'll have to do it. *closes fist with a lot of force* That's the only way I'll conquer over my fright.
My past. Even though I am scared looking back at it, I'll have to do it. I may be a physically weak, But I don't want to be a weak person.
*Sigh*''
TBC.
Let's make the Cuil a unit of measurement.
One Cuil = One level of abstraction away from the reality of a situation.
Example: You asked me for a Hamburger.
1 Cuil: if you asked me for a hamburger, and I gave you a raccoon.
2 Cuils: If you asked me for a hamburger, but it turns out I don't really exist. Where I was originally standing, a picture of a hamburger rests on the ground.
3 Cuils: You awake as a hamburger. You start screaming only to have special sauce fly from your lips. The world is in sepia.
4 Cuils: Why are we speaking German? A mime cries softly as he cradles a young cow. your grandfather stares at you as the cow falls apart into patties. You look down only to see me with pickles for eyes, I am singing the song that gives birth to the universe.
5 Cuils: You ask for a hamburger, I give you a hamburger. You raise it to your lips and take a bite. Your eye twitches involuntarily. Across the street a father of three falls down the stairs. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. I give you a hamburger. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. You cannot swallow. There are children at the top of the stairs. A pickle shifts uneasily under the bun. I give you a hamburger. You look at my face, and I am pleading with you. The children are crying now. You raise the hamburger to your lips, tears stream down your face as you take a bite. I give you a hamburger. You are on your knees. You plead with me to go across the street. I hear only children's laughter. I give you a hamburger. You are screaming as you fall down the stairs. I am your child. You cannot see anything. You take a bite of the hamburger. The concrete rushes up to meet you. You awake with a start in your own bed. Your eye twitches involuntarily. I give you a hamburger. As you kill me, I do not make a sound. I give you a hamburger.
6 Cuils: You ask me for a hamburger. My attempt to reciprocate is cut brutally short as my body experiences a sudden lack of electrons. Across a variety of hidden dimensions you are dismayed. John Lennon hands me an apple, but it slips through my fingers. I am reborn as an ocelot. You disapprove. A crack echoes through the universe in defiance of conventional physics as cosmological background noise shifts from randomness to a perfect A Flat. Children everywhere stop what they are doing and hum along in perfect pitch with the background radiation. Birds fall from the sky as the sun engulfs the earth. You hesitate momentarily before allowing yourself to assume the locus of all knowledge. Entropy crumbles as you peruse the information contained within the universe. A small library in Phoenix ceases to exist. You stumble under the weight of everythingness. Your mouth opens up to cry out, and collapses around your body before blinking you out of the spatial plane. You exist only within the fourth dimension. The fountainhead of all knowledge rolls along the ground and collides with a small dog. My head tastes sideways as space-time is reestablished, you blink back into the corporeal world disoriented, only for me to hand you a hamburger as my body collapses under the strain of reconstitution. The universe has reasserted itself. A particular small dog is fed steak for the rest of its natural life. You die in a freak accident moments later, and your soul works at the returns desk for the Phoenix library. You disapprove. Your disapproval sends ripples through the inter-dimensional void between life and death. A small child begins to cry as he walks toward the stairway where his father stands.
... You haven't watched it yet?
Log Horizon- When the newest expansion of the game Ender Tale, Novasphere Pioneers came out, suddenly everyone who had an account found themselves in the game itself! Player Shiroe, former strategist of the legendary disbanded Debauchery Tea Party, starts travelling with Akatsuki, a ninja, and Naotsugu, best friend and fellow former member of Tea Party. Later on, Nyanta, a were-cat swashbuckler and former Chief of Tea Party, also joins them and Shiroe, despite having qualms about joining guilds, starts a guild himself- Log Horizon.
(Guys, don't call it a rip-off of SAO. It doesn't matter if it's somewhat similar, it has its differences. Besides, last time I checked there were bunches of stories with similar plots!)
erhmah geaurd iter be a ripp aff of SAO!
It is sort of in the position to be compared to SAO (As SAO was compared to ".hack//") since it has the same set up as "trapped in a game." Other than that, it does have a large amount of differences. One person has simply labeled it as SAO is the "Ideal MMORPG" while Log Horizon is the "Reality MMORPG." Log Horizon, as much as it has currently aired, is going for the light-hearted comedic approach to lighten the mood even in their current situation with added focus on the abilities and dynamics of the game environment. I am enjoying it so far and will like to see where it heads down in later episodes, but completely enjoying the whole premise. I actually started watching Log Horizon because it reminded me of SAO.
Yes. True.
Oh~
I actually did it half because it reminded me of SAO too! The other half- curiosity.
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