i feel... not myself. my soul feels... more than complete, like it doubled? I hear 11D printing is now accessible, but it's dangerous technology. My scales are out of place, my crops are dry, and i cannot shake the sinking feeling that I'm in two places at once. I need to find the new printer and join with my newly created astral self.

it's been a while since i visited this reality. i've been snaking around space and time, wrapping my feathered serpentine body around the fabric of reality.

I decided to stop by. Nice to see that everything's as it was when I left it.

However, there is that feeling. The feeling of something both hot and cold running down your back at the same time. When your face gets hot and your eyes begin to water. When you feel out of breath and strangely full of energy at the same time. It's like... one of those police interrogation rooms with the two-way glass, except you're locked into the part that can see in. Nobody can see you, hear you, talk to you. You can only talk at them and they seldom respond. I feel like I'm in a box of two-way glass, on the outside looking in.

There isn't a solution. Do i try to include myself? If i talk to them, will they grow to like me? Or are they alienated from me for a reason. Maybe I'm the alien.

I guess everything really isn't how I left it.

Heyyyy, @Timothy Hay.

I am for sure definitely probably interested in your whistle.

You and I can go places with that frequency, namely to Money Town if you catch my drift.

How much do you think people would be willing to bet on these mechanical melee matches?

I know it's technically against the rules to participate in the Robot Fighting Ring, but since I'm already in this deep, I might as well milk it for all it's worth.

... Anyone want to place bets? I've heard HammerZok the Destroyer is a favorite to win at the ring in dorm 6651!

... The Reality Accident. Where do I begin? My whole world has been turned upside down. I don't know what's happening, but I'm sure it isn't right. There've been puddles of static dripping from my dorm ceiling. Is this a dream? If it is, I want to wake up.