HEY! If you haven't read "Real World Runner" and "The System is Gone," this story ain't gonna make much sense cuz it's a THREEQUEL. So SHOO! GO READ 'EM!

If you have read them, you know the drill... I do not own Homestar Runner or any characters or settings related to the creations of my two heroes, The Chapman Brothers. That stuff belongs to Harmless Junk Inc, and I'm just having fun playin around with it. Similarities of characters in this story to people in real life are purely coincidental. I have not based any personalities on any specific personalities in real life, so don't yell at me please.

Scott plunged backwards into nothingness. Then the ground found him, and it wasn't gentle. The breath was knocked out of him for a few seconds, but when he finally caught it he discovered the cables that had been binding him to the chair had loosened. The chair was in pieces now, so he easily threw off the cables and got to his feet.

He looked around. The sky above him was two toned blue… the grass indistinct and cartoonish. He looked down at himself. Even he had that cel-shaded appearance. "This must be Free Country then…" He remarked to himself.

"Who are you?" A familiar voice inquired.

Scott spun around. Homestar was standing behind him… except there was something strange about him. He was Homestar, but yet...

"You… you don't recognize me?" Scott asked incredulously.

Homestar looked at him suspiciously. "Nooo…" He answered slowly.

Something wasn't right, and Scott didn't like not knowing what it was. Finally he broke the silence. "I'm Scott… you know, from the real world. You fought me."

If Scott didn't know better, he would have thought Homestar was sizing him up. "I have never fought you." He spat.

Scott was a little startled. A nasty Homestar? "Uh… I'm pretty sure you did. Where am I?" He asked, just to be sure.

"You're trespassing." Homestar replied darkly.

"Yeah…" Scott backed off a little bit. This whole scene was definitely not right, and it was sending his brain off the freak-o-meter. Suddenly he realized something. Homestar was dressed oddly. His shirt was a darker red than it should be… and his star was black. So were the bottoms of his shoes, and the base of his hat. And where the hell was the idiot's speech impediment? "I'm in Free Country USA, right?" Scott blurted.

Homestar narrowed his eyes at Scott. "Wher did you hear that name?"

Scott was getting frustrated now. "Look, cut the crap. I want to know what is going on here. Why are you dressed so weird and… and acting smart all of a sudden?" Scott demanded.

Homestar walked toward him threateningly and glared at Scott. "Is that supposed to be an insult?"

"N-no… it's just… I could have sworn this was… that I got sent to you know, Homestar Runner dot com… but I guess you aren't Homestar. My mistake." Scott swallowed hard.

Homestar was quiet for a few seconds. "It's dot net." He corrected.

"Homestar Runner dot net?" Scott repeated. "That's where I am?"

The pseudo-Homestar nodded. Then, quite unexpectedly, he smiled. "Why don't you come with me, Scott. I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Uh, okay…" Scott agreed nervously.

I guess this is kinda like a prologue, not so much a chapter. Oh well.