Authors's Note:

Hello. I'm back with another Xenologue-type-thing. Fair warning, this is short, though, as I must mention intended. And somewhat unintended. Written in an hour for a class, It was initially meant to be a series of sections of interviews. However, time constaints, and not all of the interviews were written out. Instead, the fact that there were other interviews are mentioned in the very bottom-most piece: Excerpts from the recorder that was used!

Anyways, you should be able to recognize a few names from Chronic in here.

Here's hoping you'll enjoy it~


Existia – Incident Review

I hesitate for a moment, my hand motionless on the doorknob. As if it hadn't been through the same process countless times before, my mind freezes in fear at the thought of conversing with those people that it's about to meet. However, following in that same process, I quickly quell that fear. These people are allies, with no desire to kill me. Besides, they aren't in their Existian Units. With this silent mentally spoken reassurance, I turn the doorknob and subsequently open the door. After pausing once more to take an appropriate breath, I step into the room.

Sitting at the table with a face that most wouldn't immediately recognize is a legend. Specifically, he is the legend that was essential to the survival of the Human Race. IS essential. Years ago, I wouldn't have believed that such an existence could even be possible, nevermind sitting in front of me. But I digress. I reach into my pocket and casually slip out a recorder. This interview, as I shall refer to it, will be going on official record. All this time, the legend hasn't moved, except for his breathing, remaining in his rigid, upright posture.

I pull out a seat and place the recorder onto the table as I sit down. The legend does not react. It unnerves me. I press a button on the recorder, and a red L.E.D. lights up. "Please state your name and affiliation. Your IGN slash Existian name is optional." For a moment, my words are the only source of sound in the room before it degrades back into silence. A mere two seconds after I finish, the air conditioner turns off, leaving the two of us in complete silence.

Finally, he opens his mouth and takes an audible breath. "Eidel Cress: Resistance Advisor, and Existian Battlegroup, Recon-Assault." He closes his mouth, swallowing once, before he takes another breath. "Cresence." From where I sit and from the way it sounds, it almost seems as if he regrets having the name. Uneager to prolong the growing, uncomfortable silence, I break it with an acknowledgement. "Okay then… Let's get down to it." That's an appropriate comment, right? That's not the point.

"First off, tell me how it all started for you. How you got involved with Existia. We'll go from there." With those words, I ask the legend about his past. Whatever he responds to the prompt with will be the first, and possibly last, time anyone ever hears about it. Not only such, but it will also be all one might ever know about it. At this moment, he has been given a pen which will eventually write his words into history books. If it were me in his position, I would have been shaking of anticipation. As for Eidel, the legend, however, he sits in absolute calm, breathing quietly and invisibly.

He begins to speak, and the recorder memorizes all he has to say as I listen intently. "When I first became involved, I didn't know it. In fact, I didn't know anything at all. I couldn't remember anything. From my point of view, I simply woke up in a mountain pass without understanding anything at all. My first contact with "people" led me to believe that all people were violent, merciless creatures. And so, with those thoughts in mind, and without a memory to my name, I lived my life away from society.

"When I finally allowed myself to believe that I was safe from society, I had distanced myself to a great extent and placed myself into my valley. Also, at that point, I had become the most powerful Existian. Of course, I didn't know this at the time. All I knew was that I could defeat anyone or anything that tried to kill me. I simply had become strong to preserve my own life. No more. But, apparently, this effort also made me the most powerful Existian at the same time. But that's a side note.

"Existia was real life to me at the time. I didn't know otherwise. It looked like real life, smelled like real life, sounded like real life, tasted like real life… All in all, it felt like real life. And so, to me, who didn't remember that real life didn't have mana and didn't use swords in actual combat anymore, it was real life. Living without electricity and instead with mana was normal for me. I simply didn't know any better. I didn't know what real life was.

"On the other hand, what didn't seem normal were the dreams I occasionally had when I slept. Admitted, I didn't normally remember them at first. However, when I got my memories back, which was when I died for the first time, I remembered what were in those dreams. Dreams of a world that was different from Existia. A world without constant killing, more ethics, and blatantly different technology. But I didn't realize it at the time. They were just dreams.

"When I finally remembered, however, I understood that Existia wasn't the real world. And I understood how I got there. School shooting, just happened to get shot up in a bad way. Falling to the ground, my own blood falling through the air with me… I closed my eyes for a few seconds in confusion, and, when I opened them once more, I was looking at the mountain pass. At least, that's how it seemed in my memory. And that's what'll go on record, 'cause I don't exactly feel like telling you every single detail of that specific moment of my life."

Eidel defaults to silence. For about a dozen seconds, I wait for him to continue, but the silence remains. However, when I open my mouth to end the section and move onto the next part of the interview, I find myself silenced by his finger. "I would later learn that I was chosen to be Subject Zero: the first player to undergo a full consciousness transfer, and a test of the Existian body's ability to create new memories. A successful test. At that point, when I died, all of my memories, including those of the real world, were imprinted onto my new body. Which is why I remembered my past then."

He pauses for a moment before continuing. "Of course, there was the one hour respawn time that I had to endure. In complete abysmal darkness. The death penalty: one hour ban from your character, and various other effects. Those various effects aren't worth mentioning. But that hour of darkness… That might just be the worst thing I've been through." With a glance at the floor, he concludes his description. After another few seconds, he softly mumbles, "Next question." With this, the interview continues…


"Please state your name and affiliation. Your IGN slash Existian name is optional."

"Azriel Navarre: Existian Battlegroup, Strike Group, Resistance… And my IGN's Azrael, after the Angel of Death. I use a scythe."

"That isn't necessary, y'know."

"I know. Just thought I should let you know."


"Please state your name and affiliation. Your IGN slash Existian name is optional."

"Ordin Wellspring: Commander of the Existian Battlegroup working in tandem with Resistance Forces. My IGN's Maus: M, A, U, S."

"Thank you, Commander."

"A pleasure, Lyra."