I am on YouTube, like a beast, watching some "funny moments" montages from Pewds and Toby. I see that I have a message in my inbox, so I go up and click.

Ya know, cuz I love talking to my fans.

Message from; "CheezBaggaLayday". She's my BFFL! (Heck no, that's very stereotypical teenager right there; we're sisters!) We go to school together and check out each other's YouTube channels!

It reads; "OHMAGOSH" as the title. I click on it, and here it is;

AJHJJGASDGAASDKJHGSSDFGHJKJH GFDSASDFGHJK DSBDanmsa sAUB ldAnlewx uygxw eguz u wuycdwgbABahbsadgkdsjhdsjgfg HAHFAJJGSFGFQW

YOU MET PEWDIEPIE AND TOBUSCUS?! HOW?! YOU'RE IN BERLIN! WHAT THE! HOW! MARTZY, HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?! D: I WAS JUST CHECKING OUT TOBY'S CHANNEL, AND I SAW HIM SUGGESTING SOMEONE ON AN ANNOTATION ON ONE OF HIS MINECRAFT VIDEOS WHERE HE SAID, "oh, hey, i'm in germany, minecraft is german, lololololol by the way click the annotation above to see my awesome new buddy in berlin" AND I IGNORED IT AND THEN WENT TO PEWDIE'S CHANNEL TO CHECK FOR FRIDAY'S WITH PEWDIEPIE AND IN THAT VIDEO HE SAID THAT HE'S IN BERLIN WITH CRY, TOBUSCUS, NOVA, AND I WAS SO EXCITED, THEN HE SAID "LewezBurger" AND DSHIISIFDHAISDFGHJKASDFGHJKK JHGFKJHGFDSSSDFGHJHG YOU MET MY IDOLS?! YOU'RE IN GERMANY? SINCE WHEN? COME ON, I DON'T GET IT! YOU DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT A VAY-CAY BEFORE SPRING BREAK! AND A VAY-CAY WITH PEWDS AND TOBES?!

So I reply with; Well, just a couple days ago I got a letter saying that I could fly to Berlin to test a beta of a game called "AXIS OF EVIL" WHOOOOO AND I JUST FOUND OUT EARLIER TODAY THAT MY FELLOW TESTERS ARE PDP, TOBY, NOVA, AND CRY! ISN'T IT AWESOME?! MARZIA'S ALSO HERE!"

She replied with LIKE CUTIEPIEMARZIA

And I replied with TOTALLY CUTIEPIEMARZIA

I made a Vlog and uploaded it, me saying, "Guys what, Burger Buddies? I am TOTALLY in Berlin, Germany—GERMANY!—with PewDiePie, Tobuscus, UberHaxorNova, and ChaoticMonki-aka-Cry! I've been invited to Berlin to test a beta of a new game, and turns out, my favorite gamers are here as well! CutiePie is also here—so I am so happy!"

Rambling on as I usually do, I then end the Vlog and edit it then upload it. I have thirty watchers, and a lot of them are all like, "THAT'S AWESOME I SAW THAT ON TOBY'S CHANNEL I GOTTA CHECK OUT THOSE OTHER GUYS NOW!"

Turns out, I have a thousand new subscribers thanks to the famous YouTubers sending them my way! Yes! Now I'm sending people to Cry, Nova, and Pewds as well! They need more luff, too!

(PEWDS' VIEW, PEEPS. PREPARE FOR AWESOMENESS THAT RIVALS ONLY TOBUSCUS AND PRUSSIA. ALSO, I DON'T KNOW IF HE ACTUALLY HAS FIKAS, BUT SINCE HE'S SWEDISH, IT WOULD MAKE SENSE.)

Okay, I have a really crazy day—if any of you have seen my Vlogs, then you know how it goes. I wake up, film myself for several games, edit them, upload them, spend time with Marzia, get fan mail and save it up for Friday…Marzia and I have fika breaks, though. It's a coffee break, and even though I love talking, I like nice peace and quiet during my fika break.

Right now, Marzia and I are fika'ing in silence. She drinks hot cocoa and I drink hot cocoa. We both snack on Swedish candies that are like marshmallows, but are a hundred times better. We finish, and Marzia asks me in her tentative voice, "Do you want to be going outside to see Berlin for Vlog?"

"Sure," I say. Within moments, we are out in the Berlin streets, and neither of us speak German. Lol, jk, I'm awesome at speaking German! "HE*insertplem*INZ VI*insertphlem*CE HURK DEWTS*insterphlem*HLOND!"

Okay, I don't speak German, but we're bound to know how to stay out of the need to…how am I trying to word this? I sound dumb; we shouldn't need to speak to Nazis!

Okay, don't hate me for that, I'm not trying to be hateful, I love Germans, their beer is awesome and their girls have nice butts.

(Just saying, if you actually watch PDP, he would totally make that comment because he has no boundaries on his luls, which normally consist of saying someone has nice butts; even the Grunt from Amnesia is hot according to him)

Although their women could probably kill me with just looks. I'M SCARED! MARZIA, HOLD ME!

I hold my camera in front of me, Vlogging, saying, "It amazes me, um, I just found five Bros here…um, we're not in Mexico, so we're not Brochachos here…Marzia, what's 'bro' in German?"

Marzia is in the spotlight, eyes wide, and she says sheepishly, "Ai doo not know…"

"Okay!" I say to the camera, "I met, um…isn't 'brother' 'bruder' in German? I MET FIVE BRUS! BROOS! BREWS! GET IT, BREWS, LIKE BEER? YA GET IT, RIGHT, BREWS? Sorry, I'm weird."

Getting back to our apartment—paid for by "Yeroduh Awz" (readers, he might hear "Gerade Aus" and translate it into his Swedish accent, which is what he'll call it)—and I edit the vid and upload it.

(OKAY, NOW FOR TOBY'S VIEW, PREPARE FOR SOME AWESOMENESS THAT ONLY RIVALS PRUSSIA!)

I end one of my Happy Wheels videos, ending with, "If you sneezed during this video, bless you; peace out!" and begin to edit the video.

Coming to Berlin is awesome! I've been the Hamburg before, and Germany is just awesome! Now I get to test a game; cool! I wish I had more info on the game, though. I mean, okay, it must be history based and violent, but for the last week that we've been here, we've only tested the graphics and audio, really. Now, if they wanted an anger reaction, have me play it; if they want a terror reaction, have PewDiePie play it; if they want a "lol guys u so weird" reaction, have Cutie play it—seriously, did you see her play Slender with Pewds? He was crying while she was just laughing. She also did that while they played Amnesia; she purposely ran toward the monsters to make Pewdie cry.

Get it? Pewdie CRY. Like their co-ops, PewDieCry?

Like Cry, aka ChaoticMonki? Okay, okay, I get it. STEVEN, SCREEN SHOT THIS AWKWARD MOMENT TO BE FOREVER REMEMBERED.

Oh yeah. I left him in America. *teardrop*

Well, I'm a walking distance away from Gerade Aus, so I leave my apartment and head there. Usually I'm first, but sometimes Nova beats me.

Now, wondering why we refer to ourselves by usernames? Hahaha, cuz we're awesome like that.

I get there, passing by the guards and down the hallway, into the room, up the stairs, down the next hallway, and into the Online Room. LewezBurger is already here, and I gasp, saying, "Whoa, bro!" I laugh, "You're early!"

She looks up at me, eyes wide, and asks, "I didn't do somethin' wrong, did I?"

"No," I say, "just I'm normally the first, or Nova beats me."

With a sigh, she says, "Phew, I was afraid that I did something wrong…How're you?"

"Good," I say as I log onto my computer. I glance at her, laughing, "You're at Pewds's comp!"

Lewez looks at her keyboard, then says, "Oh, that makes sense."

"Why?"

"I thought that I could smell crack on the home keys…"

Needless to say, that chick is gonna get along well with us!

(LewezMarzia's POV)

Four days go by in GERMANY, WHOOOOOOOOO and guess what? I have a million followers on YouTube now! It's crazy! Like, how?!

Well, I go to the Online Room as normal and get on my computer. I start testing the day's graphics, seeing how well the system works under rapid clicking, commands, running fast, walking slow, shaking mouse, slamming keyboards, and everything. I run many programs in the background, which normally stresses online or downloaded games and programs. Well, the programs mess up, but the game runs perfectly!

I test arrows in the game, guns, loading, unloaded, weapons-exchange, putting on armor—it's so lifelike! Like you can't push a button; you load bit by bit, change weapon bit by bit, mess with your protection like you would in real life—it's so complex and real!

The three guards that are usually outside weren't outside this morning, which was weird. Nothing was different inside, though. It started storming outside, though, within minutes of my entrance, so I was tentative to start the computers, but they had ensured me that they were built to withstand hurricane-weather.

While I reload my bow, struggling to pull back the bow string, the long-blonde-haired guard enters the Online Room, holding his gun as usual, and speaks for the first time I've heard, saying in a gruff voice, "The Stand-In machine is ready for testing. You will be mainly creating your character today, testing the surroundings, actions and such—the game won't let you progress past today's required point."

"Thank you," I say. He continues, saying, "Feel free to take your pack, but you can't have communication devices or laptops in there in the machine—those things can tamper with the Core Drive."

Because he said that, I agree and put my phone, my laptop, walkie-talkie, and pager in there. I keep a package of crackers, a bottle of water, a small first aid kit, and my calculator in there.

I love that calculator. I named him Rob. Don't judge. He supplies free Wi-Fi.

Following the guard down the hallway then down the stairs, my backpack over my right shoulder, I feel giddy and childish. Yes, I am a child, but strangely enough, a lot of adults call me mature. I know a lot and can engage in their discussions, but I'm more like an intelligent immature adult than a mature young woman.

The tarp is off of the machine, the Core Drive—right, didn't he call it that?—and I see how monumental it is. It is a see-through dome—not perfectly round; it is pieced together out of triangles, pentagons, and hexagons—with only a single elevated touch-screen on the far end of the dome. The dome is about as big as an elementary school classroom, and the touch-screen is like the marker board.

I am held in awe of this, and the guard tells me, "Only the guards and I have fingerprints imbedded in the system to lock and unlock the doors. Now, in there, the floor will have black tiles forming a square; there will obviously be empty space where you can put your pack and such between game plays. Anything outside of the square cannot be accessed during the game, as is the point. Now, just follow instructions on the pad to access the game and to end game play to eat or drink or just rest. Whatever you fancy. I will be outside the Dome, ready to open the door if you knock. You cannot have your pack on the square. Do not damage the system."

I thank him and enter the door as it opens. The man says one last thing before the door closes; "Do not damage the system."

The door closes, and I am alone in the Dome. It is not see-through on this side. It is just a bunch of mirrors. I look all around me at my reflections, feeling sick to my stomach and dizzy from my face so many times—YES, I'M THAT UGLY! WAHHH!—and I decide to start the game. I place my pack outside the square, its arm strap sagging onto the square a bit, though.

Like a boss, I tap the monitor. In English, it has written down instructions. It says to select the third tab that says "IDENTITY". I select "IDENTITY" and come to a large screen that spills out from the floor to the ceiling, everything now black and surreal around me. This is where I design my character!

I select brown-black hair that goes to my thighs—which my hair is close to doing—and is swept off of my right shoulder and over my left shoulder, some of it inside a caramel-brown leather jacket, some of it outside to be noticed. I wear black, many-pocketed military-style pants that are tucked into brown leather boots. Under the brown leather jacket, collar raised, is a tight black shirt.

The game style is similar to 3D anime or something! It looks so cool! I select a thick "double belt" as it is labeled, which is two large belts on me at once, forming an X. The belt has holsters for pistols, knives, swords, bottles, and anything else that would fit.

Why did I select this get-up? Well, simply because it has high defense rating, high intimidation rating, and I look like a beast. I zoom in on my face and start to edit it. I give myself semi-tan skin, like I have, I give her brown-yellow eyes, black-rimmed, strict, yet kind eye-design, a small, triangular face, semi-thick eyebrows, semi-broad build, and (lol don't hate me) semi-big breasts.

What? They're only B's.

I name her "Minerva Mars" like the Roman goddess of wisdom and the Roman god of war.

Don't hate me, people call me that in school.

I click "submit" and I am launched into the game. A large buffering-circle appears, and I laugh, saying, "They see me rollin', zey hatin'~"

Halfway through the load, lightning crackles outside, hitting the roof of the building, and the loading screen disappears, and everything turns black.

*UPLOADING THIS HALFWAY THROUGH BECAUSE MOM IS YELLING AT ME FOR NOT BEING IN BED, HOPE YA LIKE!*