Artiopas 0: Embarkangliu

Torment.

That one word describes my pitiful existence on this server.

Countless players tease me and make fun of me as I just sit there, helpless. I don't know how, but one day I just appeared. Out of nowhere, I fused with the code and became what I am. I'm not sure why they're mad at me however. I just try to fit in with the others. No one here seems to be fond of my existence. I hate it here. I hate being stuck in this black abyss. Chaos spreads. Order. This place needs order. This is what I remember.

That day.

That faithful day when that user joined.

That hideous, disgusting monster that hides as a user.

Seth.

The one who started the rumors.

I remember when the rumors started. That grueling day. I wanted to know more about them. I didn't do much. I just built a little.

ForageForage: Oh look, it's the Gardevoir.

TheDarkGardevoir: Huh?

ForageForage: Oh it's k. It looks like ya need some help, huh?

Oh, come on, these idiots aren't acting right. All I did was ask one damn question. They are taking it too far. What are these guys, cavemen?!

TheDarkGardevoir: I... I... Have to go...

ForageForage: Okay, seeya sucker.

What the heck is their deal? Are they suffering from autism or some physiological disorder?! If so, I wanted to consult the admins.

TheDarkGardevoir: Hey, admins?

GREEN0704: Sorry, you need to be a reasonable user or above to be able to consult an admin/mod.

TheDarkGardevoir: Why are you all so dumb?

Batwing4: We ain't dumb, we're just doing our job.

They laughed at me. They all pointed and laughed. I felt my world crumbling around me. Fading to dark. No... I don't want to be alone... So cold... So lonly... I can't... I just can't... But there's no escape button here...

W. I. P.