Novanto's Note: First off, I'd like to thank my followers for reading and enjoying my work!

Second, I know you were all expecting AoX 2, or the Script, but I was struck by inspiration and had to make this ASAP! Enjoy!

Third, in Pesterlogs, DD types in tan, ED types in blue-green.

- experimentalDeity [ED] began pestering diligentDiviner [DD] -
DD: **\ 'Sup, dude?
ED: †Not much... had the dream again.†
DD: **\ The yellow city one again?
ED: †Yeah...†
ED: This time I saw a planet below the city covered in an even bigger one, like the one I was in was a moon or somethin'†
ED: †I could even see a chain!†
DD: **\ Wow...
DD: **\ All I get are flashes of purple, black and... darker black.
DD: **\I try to avoid looking at the last one...
ED: †Sounds creepy...†
DD: **\ Yeah...
DD: **\ Hey did you get your Sburb copy yet?
ED: †Dunno; I'll go check.†
ED: †BRB†
- experimentalDeity [ED] is now an idle chum! -

Chris Eyvindr pushed away from his laptop, yawning. Spinning his black swivel chair around to look at the rest of his room, he smiled sleepily at things scattered about.

In one corner was a 6-foot-tall sculpture of his anthropomorphic cat, or Khajiit, Dragonborn in Skyrim, complete with removable dragonscale armor and a bone War-axe, that stood next to his desk. On one side of the room was a closet, on the door of which was a full-body mirror. Across the room was an oak bookshelf with multiple books, as well as a small clay figurine that looked like a fusion of the classical elements (a head made of fiery red and orange, torso made of earthy black and brown, a dark green "heart" like core, blue green watery arms, and a ghostly tail of white and sky blue) next to a cork-handled white conductor's baton. Across from his desk was a large, twin-size bed covered in a green Rayquaza-pattern duvet. Behind Chris' computer was a looking out into the backyard. Between bed and shelves was the door. The walls were a bright blue, and the trimming was emerald green. The carpet was golden yellow.

Chris himself wore pajama pants, while his pale slender torso was left bare. His long messy brown hair partially covered his glasses-covered eyes. The teenager stood and stretched, before walking toward the closet, pulling from it a pair of jeans and his favorite shirt that bore a blue-green scarab on the front. The shirt had been a birthday gift from his internet friend Juan. Slipping the clothes on, he ran a comb through his bed head and tied the strands into a tail.

Chris paused to look himself over in the mirror as he slipped his shoes on. "Lookin' good!" He smiled and winked at his reflection. "Now to check the mail."

The brunet wandered down the hall of his house to the front door. Chris' house was one-story, fairly small and simple. The only actual notable feature of the house was a massive dormant volcano that sat nearby, and a lagoon that held a strange-looking frog-topped temple and the pair of towers surrounding it, all of which seemed in near perfect condition. Chris paid no attention to this however, intent on the mailbox in front of him. Opening it, he felt around inside.

"Let's see..." the boy muttered as he flipped through the cluster of items. "Boring coupon booklet... more boring coupons..." He suddenly smiled at two envelopes. "From Skaianet, this must be it!" Chris grinned, tucking the envelopes back into the wad of mail. Turning around, he looked up at the giant frog statue atop the lagoon ruins and sighed happily. The figure had always had a calming effect on the boy. It had been where he had found the statue in his room, and where he had always gone to seek shelter and safety. "Somethin' big's comin', friend. I can feel it!"

Just a note readers: This story switches perspective between Chris and Juan each chapter. Chris is the odd-numbered chapters, while Juan is even numbers (starting from chapter 2).

Also, the Pesterchum accounts of both characters are real! However, I've been unable to get on Pesterchum as of late. Sorry!