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[tinybedo.livejournal.com]

[A small, white-haired boy in a futuristic blue uniform has been intermittently wandering through the area, looking as though something's going to jump out of the shadows and eat him at any moment.  His fingers are knitted together nervously, and he appears to be searching for someone and might occasionally flag down a stranger to ask them of the whereabouts of his twin.  Assuming they look human, that is.  He still doesn't want to let it sink in that he may be separated from the other URTVs for a good while now.]

Has anybody seen my brother?  He looks just like me but with red hair and his name is Rubedo.  We're supposed to be together but I haven't seen him since I came here...

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[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

There's where my world has you beat. My friends and I have been in contact with a race of aliens for some time now, enough to make the novelty of the concept wear thin.

[tinybedo.livejournal.com]

Really? What were they like?

Are they scary?

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

They're gullible, self-important, and insecure little things for the most part. Honestly they're just humans in a different package and with a larger propensity for violence.

[tinybedo.livejournal.com]

What did they look like? Did they have big googly eyes and mouths full of sharp teeth?

How did you meet them? Did they invade your planet?

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

They're gray, with yellow eyes and horns. There's an overabundance of them here, so if you like you can ogle them to your heart's content.

We never technically met on our world, although we became acquainted through a series of ludicrous and overly complicated events.

[tinybedo.livejournal.com]

Are they hostile to humans? Is this their homeworld, or did the... time thing happen to them too?

[Ludicrous and overly complicated events? Gosh that doesn't sound familiar at all.] So what happened?

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

Time Compression. You'll find that most of the more bizarre residents here have it to blame for their new abode.

A video game ended the world, and my friends and I embarked on a quest to build a new one. Our alien companions contacted us and claimed that they had created the universe we resided in through the same means, but through some fault of our doing had locked them out of it. That's it in a nutshell.

[tinybedo.livejournal.com]

Weird... I've never heard of a video game doing that back home. We had some pretty realistic simulations, but nothing that actually happened in real life, much less anything that took out entire planets. [Little does he know, right?]

So the aliens made your universe? Does that mean they're really... gods?

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

Every world is different, and that was the lovely curse floating over ours. You should count yourself lucky you don't have to deal with it.

[that makes her snort] As much as a beaver damming a river makes it god of the lake. They're accidental architects and nothing more.

[tinybedo.livejournal.com]

Well, I honestly never heard of other universes colliding with each other until now, so... yeah, I guess I have a lot to learn!

But beavers don't make entire universes. It may have been accidental, but I wouldn't liken it to the handiwork of an extinct animal. Something like that seems more... involved, you know?

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

You'll certainly have ample time to catch up here.

To a beaver, their universe is that dam. But I'm digressing into the philosophical, aren't I? The point is that while the trolls may have crafted our universe, after it was created they had no further hand in it.

[tinybedo.livejournal.com]

So like a bird laying an egg and then leaving it after it hatches, right? Maybe they just wanted to check in on it.

And they created it with a video game? How? [Headtilt]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

They wanted to vent their impotent frustration on the only source available to them, which would be my friends and I. There's nothing noble or nurturing about it.

...I don't really understand the underlying mechanics of the game. [ugh that burns her to say] Only the obvious implications.