"To me, The World is not a game. Not anymore, at least."

"There is a reason why it is called, 'The World,' you know... it becomes the indefinition of reality as you play it – it coerces your heart into believing in friendships that aren't there, places value in digital pixels, gives you the surreal feeling of not belonging, but at the same time, reassures you that you are one in a million. It is your world before long, and you feel some attachment to a virtual reality that doesn't exist. Yes? Don't you feel it, the need to protect this world from a virus that would rape and ravage your precious illusion? Is that your heart pounding right now, or is that the game's synthesizers? Do you know anymore?"

I spoke with complete conviction – with the intention of everyone in my party hearing me, and understanding my words perfectly. In the clarion daylight outside, the sun was shining, digitized pixels making a ring of rainbow shine across my eyes as my lips moved with the words I had wanted to say most...

"You don't, do you?"