Hey guys! Me again.

Okay, first questions!

The Equation is like the ring. It calls on the user to use it. You see in my world of LOTR math is also used as a weapon. (Just go with it plz.) it can also capture the user's mind. You know when you're trying to figure out this maths problem and you just can't get it and it bugs you. It's like always at the back of your mind. Like that.

No, I don't hate math, just my, well now old, teacher. She couldn't teach and she made the whole grade come for extra lessons before and after school. So I don't mean to insult anyone or math itself. This was a whim.

NOTE: I've recapped a bit. I didn't like how it the last chapter ended. So bear with me please.

I think I'm finally losing it. I dreamt I already wrote this and the next day I turn on my computer and only the first paragraph is written! So excuse this story because it's authoress has finally lost it!

Diablo: you haven't lost it. You never had it!

Sabriel: shut it cuz! You helped with this story too, remember!

Diablo: yeah! And don't you forget it!

Sabriel: doesn't that make you mad too? (I'm really confused now. must run in my dad's side of the family...)

Diablo:(confused) never mind! Get on with it.

Sabriel: OK! Geez, I DON'T OWN LORD OF THE RING and I never will. There!

Diablo: read the rest!

Sabriel: (looks at paper and reads) Diablo is the best and I am nothing. I am no lady just a screwed up...? What?

Diablo: (GRINS)

Sabriel: 5 seconds...

Diablo: (grin fades)

Sabriel: 4...

Diablo: come on! I didn't mean it!

Sabriel: 3...

Diablo: geez it was a joke!

Sabriel: 2... u gonna look like the other guy I beat up for saying "where lady?" when my friend said ladies first...

Diablo: sh-t!

Sabriel: some things you don't joke about and some things you do. That was not one of them! 1...

Diablo: (starts running very, very fast.)

Sabriel: 0... that takes care of that idiot. Now on with the show!

The inside of Mxit was stuffy, warm and really out of date but it had an air of comfort and, well, history. The walls were covered in pictures of extreme gamers and champions of the old tournaments.

The young group of travellers were tired, so tired that Fr3d and Ge0rg3 were standing and sleeping against each other. Fr3d was drooling on his friend's head.

The other two took a table. Yup, those two were still asleep leaning against each other by the door. They ordered another round of Coke (don't own it.) after they looked at the menu in disgust. This place had coffee! That was terrible. Do these people know what coffee does to the keyboard when it's spilt? That with a side of fries.

After their meal, R1pp3r and D1ngd0ng took notice of their surroundings. Well, more of the people. The place was reasonably full and the computers looked like something their grandfather's would use. It was here that they took their first look at the world outside their home. You see, Net Clans don't get out mach. They sit at home and they play on the Internet. They don't meet people or talk face to face. It's all msn-ing. Rather sad, but they live like that. So you must understand how hard it was for them when a complete stranger came up to them and started a conversation.

"So, you two are from the Net Clan? Cool, so what do you guys play. I heard you don't out much so what games are so addicting that you would rather sit and play then go outside. Go on, share the secret. Here, let me buy you a round of coffee. This place sells the best stuff in the whole, game ridden Empire." Blabbed on and on the stranger. Our two friends just stared at him, rather scared. You see, he was a rather large man with a sword. Usually, they only saw those in their games, not in real life.

"th-thanks but no thanks. We don't drink coffee." Stammered a scared R1pp3r.

'They are computer gamers. Do you know what coffee does to a keyboard?" said a high-pitched squeak.

Everyone turned. There was a man, tall and by the looks of it strong. He spoke again: "leave them be. They don't get out much."

Everyone stared. Yup, it was him who spoke but the voice didn't sound like it was his. He looked like a man with a deep voice; instead he spoke like a chipmunk. High-pitched and squeaky.

The crowd dispersed. All laughing among themselves but none foolish enough to laugh in his face.

"Well, you must be R1pp3r. Matrix told me to meet you and your friends here. I am Tolkien."

R1pp3r and D1ngD0ng, simply nodded. If they opened their mouths they knew they would laugh till it hurt so bad that they would cry.

After a few minutes, R1pp3r regained his composure. He questioned Tolkien on his identity. The last thing he needed right now was to be lead by an enemy to the bad guy. What he needed now was an Internet connection so he could make sure no one was slowly destroying his empire on his account on his game.

"Matrix asked us to ask you this then: what is your birthright and why the hell are you called the man with no life?"

Tolkien explained that he was an heir of Anglais. He was also called the man with no life because of an ancient prophecy. Of course, all these two heard was Anglais and they said that he was the guy.

They decided to go down the lane to a better Internet connection and to discuss their plan there on. Though, all R1pp3r had on his mind was his game. They walked passed the other two, still asleep on their feet and out the door.

It was hours later when they finally exited the café, did they realise something was wrong. You see, they walked back the way they came and when they face the pub, it was no more. Only the front part, i.e. the door, was still there. The rest of the pub was gone, like blown up gone.

This made Tolkien even more agitated than before. First he had to try and get these guys to listen to him, and then people laughed and stared at him because of his voice and now this!

"We have to go, now!" he ordered.

The other two just nodded. They gathered their stuff together. Now if you are wondering what became of Fr3d and Ge0rg3, no they didn't die. Just before the trio set off, R1pp3r went and woke up the two who were still asleep against the door. Somehow they survived the explosion and slept on.

All Tolkien could think of when they explained all this to him, and who these guys were, was: I hope have that kind of luck in the lottery!

Like I said, it was a whim, so people please review. I need to know if I'm over the top or what. Plus, can you plz comment on whether or not I should stick to the original story and rip that off or change it and rip that off?

Diablo: I'm confused again.

Sabriel: when did you get back?

Diablo: just after you were asking these nice people to review.

Sabriel: oh, okay. Tell me if I'm crazy but I think I should be mad at you or was that just a dream?

Diablo: it was probably just a dream.

Sabriel: oh, ok. So review people and ciao till next time.

Hehe, haha, giggles.