I’m trying to modify my Tortisu now. I’m planning on tearing this place apart. I can’t continue to stay within the rules if I want to get anywhere. Everyone left and took the exit with them. The only way out is through.
I’m sick of it all. This stupid simulation shatters around me, takes the only person I have left, and then has the gall to repair itself. I hate it. I hate everything.
It’s all coming apart now. I don’t understand what has happened, but the simulation is breaking in ways that I can’t understand or even explain. I’m terrified.
I've been sifting through the eWaste that's accumulated in the corners of the world. Most of it is busted Lore Loggers. None of them work, and the ones that do don't really display anything interesting.
I wonder how long it has been since I've entered the simulation. Weeks? Months? Years? Have I grown into an old woman by now? How many have my friends come and gone? Is there anyone left to remember me?
These questions are why I've even bothered to try and find a way out.
I suppose an upside is that we can't die either. Though, that loses it's benefits when you account for the fact that we can feel the full spectrum of pain.