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[rule_britannia]

Well, this is just bloody brilliant.

Unless they’re lying. They could be lying. I don’t feel any different. I certainly don’t feel more sodding real than I did before… but this isn’t London. Magic, maybe? Could be. Maybe I’m dreaming. Pinching doesn’t work though so it must be one hell of a good---… Maybe I’m dead? Oh, bloody hell, what if I am dead? How the bloody fuck did that happen?!

No, no… Calm down, Arthur…

… Thinking about it, I suppose I should have expected it, if I’m honest, but who the bloody hell is going to entertain for a moment the idea that they’re fictional? The world’s always felt perfectly real to me and I… ah, bollocks… I’m not dealing with this very well...

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I need a drink.

Comments

[lifewithoutrest]

Through an unfortunate series of events, I found myself trapped in my past. I lived primarily in seclusion for the next 113 years.

[rule_britannia]

Ah-hah?

That sounds.. Difficult.

[lifewithoutrest]

More difficult than I would like to admit.

[rule_britannia]

Then say no more, I shan't press you on it.

[lifewithoutrest]

It's certainly not an experience I care to repeat, nor is it one I would wish upon another.