What is this, some sort of life-simulator? Pretty small, even for that. What's the objective? Marry, settle down, have children, amass wealth? This is too long-term for an arcade. What is it, hidden levels? Sudden monster breakout? Unless they're cy-bugs, there's no reason for me to be here.

Where'd they hide the exit? I don't have time for this.

[ so. this is something. sort of. ]

You take me from where I am needed to deposit me in a realm where I am claimed a false being. Yet here I am real.

[ yo, he's heard that song and dance before on midgard. you're totally late on that one, new moore. and he doesn't believe it for one second. ]

I do not take kindly to such deceit and would like to speak with your leader peaceably—should that not be obtained, I share no qualm in using force. But I do not wish it to come to that.

[ there is a brief pause; someone looks a mite bit angry ]

It is your choice.

Och! I don't understand anythin'! "Fictional worlds"? "Fake people"? "Nothin' but stories?" It makes no sense! As real as th'sky bein' blue, Scotland is. Sure, a legend or two may have been a wee bit exaggerated, but this? This seems like th'unreal thing, not th'other way around!

It's not fair. I refuse t'believe any of this nonsense.

...So, if anyone could be so kind as t'point me t'the exit, I'd be much obliged.