Look here. I can’t write. In fact, I can’t really read either. I don’t even what a computer is, let alone work it. But thankfully, there’s someone here who can do it for me. While I narrate, she writes it all down for me. Any mistakes are obviously not my fault, but hers. So live with it, people.
(Hika: “Don’t worry! I… I have beta-readers! Sorta!”)
Also. There’s no way this person owns Ragnarok Online. I mean, look at her! Does she look like she’s capable of developing a game?! This is a person who fails to finish a single group picture with more than three people in it! A game?! Don’t make me laugh. She owns me though. Or, should I put it this way – I own her. Though in reality I’m just a voice in her head, in the world of RO, and my world (which I dub Kale’s Universe), she’s just a voice in my head. So er. Hika doesn’t own Ragnarok Online. But I own her. And myself.
I hope I don’t have to say that every chapter. Pretend it exists throughout, okay?
So. Do you believe in Fate?
I don’t. I prefer not to. Because then when things go wrong I can say “I was unlucky” (or lucky, depending on how you see it), instead of “It was supposed to happen”. I don’t like the feeling of being part of some Great Plan, where things happened to me for a reason. A lot of people like to believe in Fate. And God. And the Great Plan. I guess it’s because they realise if that’s the case, when things go wrong they have something to blame. And something to look forward to. Because, obviously, God doesn’t torture a Good person for no reason, so there’s obviously something else waiting at the end. The hardships and tortures are mere obstacles to test one’s Faith and err… Go talk to Kotone. She forgets, but at least she can always pull out her bible – ripped pages and all – and come up with something.
Screw Fate. Screw God. Screw the Great Plan. Because if everything that happened to me ever since I was born happened because there was a reason, God must truly be screwing with me. In fact, I can probably jump up with the conclusion that he doesn’t like me, and decided to make my life hell ever since the day I was born. The type of hell that’s sorta lukewarm. Which is a different torture altogether, because if it’s boiling you can scream “AGH HOT GOING TO DIE”, but when it’s lukewarm you scream and people go “AW PFT IT’S ONLY LUKEWARM STOP WHINING”.
You guys all understand, right?
That’s the pain of a normal person! The pain of lukewarm hell! And small things that don’t matter!
Now is the time for me to angst!
Look! Corner!
Yea, right. Pfft.
Okay, look. Let’s go through a rewind. I am an unlucky person, in an average sense. I have misfortunes that are so small no one ever bothers about them, because it’s not a catastrophic world disaster, nor a terrible tragedy. But that being that, I’m rather lucky to be alive. Sure, lots of Bad Things have happened, but so long as I have enough food to eat and am alive, heck, why not? Unlucky things put to one side, I’m rather happy with my life.
Now, what was I supposed to say before I went off on that tangent again?
Oh. Right. Fate.
Well, I’m not going to start on anything too philosophical, because
Philosophy is for idiots with too much time on their hands and enough food to
eat. This Fate I’m going to talk about is not all that deep stuff. It’s…
well, that casual stuff. You know, when you meet a girl and fall in love with
her at first sight and then just keep meeting her and meeting her and meeting
her and the circumstances are almost as if you were Fated to keep
meeting? Yes. I mean that type of Casual Fate. Because it’s not so often that
you get into coincidences like this.
