…He looks out over the digital world and allows the beauty soak to its way into his senses, before turning back to Quienten. “I-I-Is this really r-real?” he stammers nervously.

“It’s as real as you want it to be.”

He looks back out over the landscape. “That’s not really answering my question.”

“It’s because your question wasn’t really a question.”

“Like this place isn’t really real?”

“If that’s how real you want it to be.”

“What kind of mystic are you?” he grunts as he turns back to Quienten, his brow furrowed.

“Who said I was a mystic?”

“Y-YOU JUST FUCKING DID!” he spits, thrusting his arm around in furious fashion.

“Are you sure that was me? I would remember telling someone I was a mystic,” he says rolling his eyes as he does.

“WHO THE FUCK ELSE WAS IT, IF IT WASN’T YOU THEN!”

“It could’ve been another user using the same avatar as me, I have done little if any alterations to this base model.”

“W-W-WHAT T-T-THE FUCK!”

“This is your first time here, isn’t it?” Quienten asks as he looks out over the flickering neon world before them.

“Y-Y-YOU ALREADY F-FUCKEN KNOW T-THAT!”

“Like I said,” Quienten says as he turns back to Kevin, with a broad smile across his twisted face. “That wasn’t me, that was the other guy!”…