I sat up there writing for a good two hours, trying to get every detail of that memory pinned down. Unfortunately, the memory was already cracked, so I finally gave up.

When I got downstairs, Tomonari had flopped out on the couch, and I heard a light snore from his direction, so I crept past him carefully and went into the computer room. I put in my boring log in details and wandered around the Japan server for awhile, until I bumped into a silver haired character.

"Hey, watch it." He hissed at me.

I stared at his outfit and laughed, not even bothered by his attitude. "Nice baseball shirt. Really compliments those butt-pads, I tell you."

He glared as I moved my cursor over him. His name was Haseo, or so it told me, and I didn't think anyone could hack their name display.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" He sneered at me.

"Ooooh, scary, the big bad butt-pad boy is going to hurt me."

"Shut up!" He screamed and lunged at me. I jumped up and looked down and him as he slid across the ground.

"Well that was rather pathetic." I sighed and walked away,

He followed me. "Who are you?" He asked.

"Ugh, didn't I tell you to go away?"

"No, you called me butt-pad boy, said I had a baseball shirt on, need I go on?"

"No." I hissed at him and turned away.

"So who are you? You seem familiar."

I sighed. I hated this guy, so I logged out. Of course, I wanted to keep playing the game so I transferred over to the US server and walked around. Honestly, it was easier than trying to understand everything being said in the Japan server. Much easier.

Then, one of the weirdest things that I had ever come across in the game came up. And Mr. Butt-Pad himself was pretty low on that list

The screen inverted and flickered before my eyes. A loud ringing ran through my ears, and the ground seemed to shake beneath my feet. Most of all, I could feel that shaking.

But that wasn't the really weird part.

What was really weird was the warm feeling that started in my chest and flowed through the rest of my body, while my knees quivered from the shaking ground. It was as if I was becoming...part of the game.

And then something wrenched inside me and I screamed in pain, just as another voice entered my head.

Take your anger out on the world. It told me

I didn't want to listen, I couldn't listen!

But I felt my will crumble and I fell to the ground.

Authors Note: Woot, we're all caught up now!

or not so woot.

so Transfer might not be updated as much now, but I will keep it going!! See you next chapter!