Anyway, as I mentioned earlier, she led me outside with that shadowed expression, and I couldn't shake the feeling that Father (the current one) had done something wrong. But who knows? I'm not one to make assumptions, though I suppose even thinking about it counts as one. Then again, I've got nothing but time, so I could keep people second-guessing forever, and it wouldn't matter.
Ah, what beautiful weather we're having today… *not*. What the hell are those orange-ish clouds? Oh, right—I forgot I'm in another world. Bird-brain, airhead… whatever you want to call it, I don't know and I don't care. Anyway, back to where I left off. Wait, did I already say that? Oh well, moving on.
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Now, I'm outside with Mother. She's talking to Father, who had been training with his sword earlier. Judging by the look on his face, he's utterly confused. I'm guessing he has no idea why Mother is either (a) angry or (b) irritated. Honestly, I'm just as lost, but hey, it's not my problem.
Looking around, I take in the scenery: the sprawling grasslands, dense forests, and the village in the distance. Smoke rises from chimneys—how do I know? Call it an educated guess. The village is a sight to behold, bustling with morning activity. It's peaceful yet lively, and it makes me wonder if I was truly born in the wrong place. I've always known I wasn't cut out for the digital age. Social media, messaging apps—F**eb**k, Ins**g**m, Tw**ter, Wh*t*a**, W*ch*t—they've never been my thing. I get their purpose, but I just can't bring myself to enjoy them.
When people ask, "Are you on FB?" my answer is always the same: "Yes, but I haven't used it in over three years." Their response? "Are you serious?" I get it—I joke around a lot, but I've never answered a question with a joke. Well, maybe in a joking *manner*, but that's different.
Wow, that got sappy. Oh well, back to the story. Where was I? Ah, yes—the village.
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The village is quite large, and the houses are made of wood. That tells me something. What? Well, I've been to villages before where the houses were made of mud and some mixed material. Yes, it was *my* village, and yes, the "village idiot" joke could technically apply to me. But no, I'm not an idiot. I said the joke *could* be used on me, not that it's true. Some people did use it, but they'd have to be, well, *less than bright* to think it through. I mean, I scored an A* with 98%, while they barely scraped a C with 64%. So, yeah, they didn't think it through.
Anyway, back to the present. Father's wearing a leather vest over a wool shirt. The vest looks like it's made of bear leather—or maybe not. Honestly, I can't tell because the sun's behind him, and I can't see clearly. Moving on, I feel like I've already lost my purpose, and it's only been five days.
To reinvigorate myself, I decided to meditate. It worked—sort of. I felt a small burning sensation, but let's just forget that happened. Now, I'm back in my room, enveloped in a new fragrance. No, I'm not implying anything, so don't put words in my mouth. Thus, the hero of the story was misunderstood by the masses. How the hero clarifies and refutes these claims is a story for another day. Until then, I'll see you next week. Oh, and before you go, write a 500-word essay on what you learned from this story and submit it by next Monday.
Okay, I deviated a bit and wasted time, space, and words just to buy myself some time. Oh my God, would you look at that—I *bought* time. In your face, you morons! Who said I couldn't buy time? *Ahem* Anyway, moving on, the decor in my room seems to have changed. My sworn enemy, the jug, is missing. It must have escaped while I was lost in thought. Curse you, jug! Oh, there it is—never mind. Damn you you, jug! If it weren't for your meddlesome splashing, I'd have gotten away with it. Another reference? Sure, but so what? I can do whatever I like. Even if I stole your girlfriend, what could you do, huh? Yeah, thought so. Scared, aren't you? Don't worry, I'm a nice guy—as long as you don't talk nonsense to me again, I won't do anything.
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So, you might be thinking, "You wasted so much time just to mention a few things—this is filler, isn't it?" No, it's not. As long as it's about me, it's not filler. That's how this works. So, don't mind.
Just so you don't complain, I found out my neighbors are non-human. Exciting, right? Until I started questioning whether *I* was human, a halfling, or something else entirely. Also, Mother's eyes seem to have changed. I'm not sure how, but something's different. I could feel it instinctively. Don't ask me how I know—I just do. It probably has something to do with the dark look she's had since morning. Anyway, back to meditation. *Chris has used meditation. Chris's mana has increased by 0.001, and focus has increased by 0.01. Cooldown: 7 hours, 59 minutes, 48 seconds.*
Well, that's that. I'll see you later—hopefully never. Have a nice acci—*day*.