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[Well. The previous night's sleep was absolutely hideous, for reasons that Kimblee really doesn't want to discuss, especially not with the network as a whole; however, the lack of contact with people is possibly the last thing he wants.

So. Polling the audience time again. Let's do this thing.]

While I know that this world has a tendency to pull some strange sorts of mayhem when it comes to bringing people here, have any of the rest of you found people from a different version of the world you came from? I'm not talking about different points on the timeline - though if any of you have experienced anything particularly strange on that front, I'm interested in hearing about that as well. What I'm referring to are instances of the world being identical up to a point, and the subsequent differences led to the timeline of your world and the timeline of this alternate version being entirely different.

From what I understand, this can lead to things such as another version of you living out an alternate version of your life; an example of what things might have been, if you made different choices. I know that it's a popular theory, philosophically, but have any of you received irrefutable evidence that that's the case in whatever reality you came from?

Because I have.

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Ah, so that has happened to someone else? I thought it was a bit strange that nobody else seems to have had that experience... well, no one aside from the other individuals from my world that are present here, of course.

Not much, no. He seemed confused about what he was doing here; after we'd introduced ourselves and I told him about my employment, he said that I should find someone else to work for. He also said that the reason for the lack of connection with the others was because what he wanted and what his siblings wanted were too different to co-exist.

Were you close to him at all? The version you knew, I mean, while he was here.

[...Well, giant-people eating monsters have potential to be fun, but he's armed with a bit more than maneuver gear and swords, here.]

Is that so? I imagine the same can be said for any world out there, really, for reasons ranging from "It's incredibly dull and there's nothing special about it" to "Something about my world is out to kill everyone so believe me, you don't want it."

Where does yours lie on that spectrum, I wonder?

What a roundabout way of saying that it's happened to you, Lord El-Melloi - but I do appreciate your input, don't misunderstand me.

What happened, in your case?

Wait until the individual who believes we're all in some sort of arcade-based video game starts talking to you. He's...quite the interesting one.

_{[He might actually pay to see how that would go, provided he didn't have front-row seats.]}

Ah... The latter. I wish there was nothing special about it, believe me.

[Well, in fairness most people probably wouldn't want front-row seats. Or tenth-row seats. Or any seats that aren't balcony. On the next block over.]

Is the situation one you can discuss freely, or am I doomed to cryptic answers for the duration?

_{[So fifty meters up and on Wall Rose? That's perfectly fine with him!]}

If you really want to know about it I can try.

If you wouldn't mind.

I'll give it a try.

My world has something called a Titan. They look human for the most part, but they're around two to fifteen meters tall and they've pushed humanity to the brink of extinction. What's left of it lives behind the walls now--they were built about a hundred years ago which was around the same time the Titans started appearing. No one knows where they came from, all we know is that they devour us just for the sake of killing. We're still trying to find out more about them but it's just as easy as you'd imagine.

These things just started appearing out of nowhere? Nothing provoked it, nothing seems to have created them? They just...I don't know, showed up?

More or less, yeah.

And they eat people.

Alive.

[oh well that

they just

you

...yep]

I...see. That's lovely, isn't it.

[Blake's not gonna go providing a how-to torture manual for chatty lunatics.]

Doesn't matter. Point is, they could even have been telling the truth as they see it. There's plenty of people out there who think God's talking to them through the neighbor's dog. That doesn't make it true.

I told you it was bad.

_{[Bad doesn't even begin to cover it, Bert.]}

...So, you're effectively in a dimension that's different from your own, surrounded by people from yet other dimensions, and yet you don't believe that other dimensions exist.

Is that the basic summation of it?

Oh, I'm not disagreeing with you. It's a bit of a trend around here, really - people from hideous backgrounds and all.

What about you?

Ah, how bad my own world was depends on your point of view, really.

It didn't treat me too badly, overall; I was fond of it.

[Well, at least until -

...

...you know, your life really isn't supposed to go to hell because you got out of prison, is it...]

If it's okay, could you tell me about it? What was it like?

_{[n....o it is not. but then again he's never been in prison.

well

unless the walls count as a prison.]}

[Are you casting doubt on Blake's impeccable rationality? Bite your tongue, sir.]

Sure, maybe there's people from a lot of different places, all with their own crazy-ass hometown. That doesn't mean any of them are running around with goddamn evil twins.

Perhaps not, but it implies the possibility of it.

No it fucking doesn't. There may be a lot of weird shit going on in other places, but what happened in the real world is what happened. No changing it.

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