The last thing you remember is clicking "Submit Post" on Roleplayer Guild, after filling in the form for what seemed like a perfectly innocent roleplay thread. However, as soon as you hit submit, the screen seemed to move into an unnatural kind of focus while everything else went out of focus, before everything faded to black. When you awaken, you see yourself in an endless see of a very light blue. Streams of binary code, nothing but 1's and 0's, weaved through this ocean of blue. There was no ground beneath your feet, you simply floated, moving as though you were swimming in water. As you look around, you begin to see others popping in, each one in all different kinds of art styles. If you were to look down at yourself, you would see you look far different than you are accustomed to looking, and it was then you would likely begin to notice you even feel different. Some of you will have another consciousness pressing against yours, but most will be just as alone in your mind as you always are.

Deadpool, however, did not click submit post recently. He did it a good, oh say, year ago. "WOOOO HOO! It's back at last baby! The Multiverse is back on the guild! Now, let's see here. What's first I wonder! Maybe we can go to a place like the walking dead, or, or! Or we can go to The Avengers! And see some old friends of mine! Oh, in this place the possibilities are endless!" He does a spin and laughs like a child. "Now, I wonder how many of my newer friends are still here. I guess i'll just have to find out."

Charlie fly's through the blue code. "This is insane." He says, "What the hell, I'm... Ryan. Fan-fuckin-tastic!" He looks around and sees Dead Pool yelling, "Alright, I'm up for whatever." He turns around and leans back in a floating position and looks up at the binary code around him, 'Cyber Space? Cool.' He then hears a voice 'H-hello? I'm the Ryan the Mad King. Or we are now, thanks for stealing my body by the way. I'm just going to warn you right now, we aren't alone in here, there's an insane personality who likes to take control, I learned if you let him do his thing he tuckers himself in about an hour. But its not all bad, we can summon animals, that's pretty cool.' 'Sweet!' 'Yeah, think of an animal.' Charlie looks at his belly, and a Corgi materializes. Charlie smiles, "Oreo."

The sound of a sudden stream of cursing would Direct the attentions above, where Alpha was falling…but not alone. In fact, It seemed he was having a midair brawl with a certain violent, violet armored madman. “son of a.. it’s bad enough I’m in another skydrop! Do I have to deal with your idiot ass too?!” alpha asked, punching chaos in the head. Chaos, laughing at the situation blew a raspberry, stole a cigarette from his coat pocket, then kicked alpha off him towards the avatars below. “Watch out! Pissed off, smokeless cyborg coming in hot! Hehehe!” chaos shouted, lighting the cigarette with his flames, taking a puff mockingly as he kept falling.

"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!" Psyga screamed once he hit submit. He had no idea about the instantaneous teleportation... Suddenly, he was in water. Sinking down. "FUCK! I'M GONNA DROWN!" He struggled to get to surface. However, the 1's and 0's kept pushing him down. Eventually, he closed his eyes and accepted his fate...

He saw an image of the Grim Reaper approach him, though the reaper seemed to swap out his black cloak with a red one. The reaper picked him up... and brought him to surface. Psyga looked around, then to the Grim Reaper, his face obscured by the cloak.

"HOLY CRAP! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" Psyga said to the Reaper.

"Eeeh, it's nothing..." His voice sounded... feminine. That's when Psyga discovered that the Grim Reaper was a girl.

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Tear hit Submit Post and found herself warping to another plane of existence. Unlike Psyga, she managed to swim just fine.

"Huh? What happened?" She asked herself. She found something weighing her down as she too sunk to the bottom. She tried to find the source, and then she saw it. A red rectangle of metal. Curious, she tried to fiddle with it. The rectangle folded out into a large scythe. It was the scythe from the avatar she made. She became entranced by the scythe...

So entranced, that she felt something wash over her. Determination. She looked around and saw a man with lipstick and a bandana sinking to the ocean. She unknowingly turned the scythe into a sniper rifle and fired, propelling her to grab the man and swim up to the surface. When they got up, the man thanked her.

"Eeeh, it's nothing..." She said. She returned back to her previous mindset.

"Y-you're a girl! The Grim Reaper's a woman!" The man said.

"Um... Sure I am! Eheh..." She said. She looked around and saw others. "We better find shore." She said.

Rawk clicked "Submit Post", as did his friend next to him. However, both of their screens started going all screwy. "I-i-is this s-s-s-supposed t-to happen?" his friend asked. "Not sure, ZM." Came Rawk's cool reply. Pretty soon, both were floating in an endless mass. Issue was, his friend had been changed. His usually nervous demeanor was placid and calm. It was as if Link himself had taken over. "Well... certainly looks like this is gonna be interesting." Rawk said. 'Link' nodded, saying nothing. Well, looks like Rawk was alone with his thoughts... and there were a lot of them, as he saw others having various reactions over what was going on. Some were happy, some were quite calm, and yet others were freaking out. All manner of reactions. Perfect. And yet, Rawk felt the beginnings of something stirring inside of him... as if what had just happened was only the beginning.

She was procrastinating her programming like usually by posting in a roleplay. Drinking tea on the side her eyes glanced once more over her character sheet. So many grammatical mistakes. Frustrated at how when brain storming her grammar tended to drop she just gave up and pressed the post button.
Turning her head to grab the tea cup and take a sip she didnt notice on the first ball the light, but when she did she was already being pulled in. One part of her the mathematics and logic loving was panicking at the breaking of physicals laws. The other one the dreamer and a digimon was getting a fangirl orgasm. Which programmer didnt at one moment wished to be inside the web and pc? She noticed a level to say as she was falling, a ground level judging by many other people standing there. She was too hype to notice the change in her body, a yet another emotion jumping up as she recognized comic characters. No digimon world.
But still freaking adventure she was wishing for. Hopefully physic laws dont apply at the moment you crash down there.Passed her mind moments before she gently touched the floor with her bare foot.Instead smashing face first into it as awaited. good thing they dont

Breathing in Key looked around, she didnt said anything, needing time to process what was all happening at once. Looking at her feet she noticed the change in cloths first. Yellow cute shorts instead of black pants she wore before. Following it were the discovery of sharp ears and braid hair. She knew who she was, and with that it came to her a awareness and knowledge of her being earth, a earth spirit.
Who summoned me? Her eyes roamed around in a childish wonder and curiosity.

-Where are we exactly?
She questioned aloud in a general manner, fingers trailing over the stone incorporate in the clothing she wore

A young boy sat at his computer. typing away at a character sheet carefully. He liked arranging things for people, so that everything was easy to understand and concise. After fixing all of the spelling errors, he took a glance at it to see if everything looked in place All checks out. he thought to himself as he hit post. Suddenly, he didn't feel quite right. Things started fading, and the boy thought as if he were about to pass out, or vomit. Endless lines of cyan ones and zeros were all he could see.

Hi! :3 said an unknown voice. What the hell? He replied mentally, glancing around to see if he could find the source of the voice. In your head, meow! the voice rang out again. Oh. I'm talking to myself again, aren't I? he thought, before looking himself over. His hands were covered by cloth paws with three small rectangular holes placed in them. When he curled his hands inward, he felt a small metal rod, and when he gripped the rod, sharp serrated blades popped out of the openings in the paws. The same device was in his shoes. Messing with the claws huh? Yeah, they're really fun, meow. spoke the unidentified girl Who are you? the boy asked, only vaguely remembering his last name, Kafka. I'm Taokaka, meow! Well, I'm Kafka, nice to meet you, lady Kafka replied, wishing the girl wasn't in his head so he could shake her hand.

Many more people appeared, some calm, some... Not as calm. There was a masked lunatic he remembered playing a videogame about, but simply couldn't place a name on him. Hey, Tao, you know who what that guy in the mask's name is? He asked the voice in his head, hoping she knew. Nope, meow! Tao isn't very good with names, meow. Oh well, I'll just call him... Vigilante Lunatic. That fits, from what I remember about him. He also quickly placed some more names on the people around him. Stone Lass, Green Hero, Red Scythe Lady, Crown Man, Pissed Sunglasses Guy, and Purple Jester. He'd assign them better names once he got to know them.

It was an empty place. The space between death and rebirth. And as he had, a man, long lost to the worlds floated there, reminiscing of his life. Clinging to the pieces that allowed him to remain in some form. The flotsam in the storm of his reincarnations. However, this time. Something broke this endless tedium. A calling. One, that despite his old bones, and tired whims..he answered.
“through the ashes..stumbling through the empty black of night..” the old voice echoed, graven. Alpha, and surprisingly chaos went silent at hearing it. A cane, clanking against whatever semblance of ground was heard. “in memorial of towers of steel and stone crumbled to dust..” it further spoke, the cane coming to sight, guided by unseen hands. “I return. I, whom was forsaken by all..i, whom forsook all I was..” a body, starting with the hand on the cane, and slowly extending to the rest of the figure’s form began to take shape. “I, whom began. I, whom shall end it..Omega.”

"This is it. I've finally lost it." Bee said as he floated through binary.
"Perhaps this is divine punishment for some sin I committed in a past life." he said, as his vision began to fade. He heard voices somewhere off in the distance. They were so far away though. Perhaps it was best to sleep.

...............

"B-" a familiar voice snapped the man awake, now all too lucid as he eyed his new threads. His eyes ran up and down his gloved fingers, clenching his fist before looking into the empty distance.
"I know way more about this body than I really should." he said aloud. Deep in his gut, he was aware of a few key things. His left hand wandered towards his waist, and gripped a Japanese sword holstered onto his belt.
"This.... this is a strong weapon." he said, bringing the blade a few inches from the scabbard. Staring at the blade too long made his heart feel unbearably hot, and he slid it back inside the sheathe.
"And this. This is important. Somehow." he reached forward, and grabbed an attache case. Just looking at it, Bee could tell it wouldn't open yet, even if he forced it. It was probably to complete his ensemble.

Other people were appearing. Characters from Bee's Japanese video games were appearing.
"I've really lost it."

Recently, the guild has had problems. Of course, so had the player. Between school, and life, and video games; the player had no real time for himself to watch his Mongolian motion pictures. "I just want to live in the database" he sighed. The bow continued tapping away at his key board, filling out a half-thought-out idea for a character which he would make for a game that he would probably abandon a month or two into playing if it didn't die out on its own before then. With his other hand, the player had his hand in his pants. It was an old habit, and as the saying goes; they die hard. As the player clicked away once more, however, something was different.

"God damn, did the server sleek out... Again?" he thought, kicking his computer tower lightly. Before he knew it, the player was awash with light. He was, for lack of a better word, euphoric. "Finally" he sighed "Database! Wow wow..."

Descartes had awoken, and fortunately not too broken. His clothing was dirty, in his pocket a token. Descartes stretched out to adjust to his new body. He kicked his legs and punched outward, his muscles not too shoddy. Though he wondered where he could be.

A teenage girl, about fifteen or sixteen, sat in a dark bedroom against a wall with the garish glow of a computer screen lighting her face. Brushing a strand of her sleek hair away from her face, she absentmindedly hit 'submit' after spending a good thirty minutes or so typing up a character sheet for a summer camp roleplay or something, making sure to copy her work before hitting the blue button under the text box just in case the Guild was having problems, as it had been lately. She yawned-it was late, way too late, and although she did not have school the next day, practice started early. When she next opened her eyes, the dim room and bright computer screen were gone, instead replaced with a feeling of floating in a vast, depthless ocean. She watched in shock as streams of numbers began to fill her line of sight, all ones and zeros. Where had she seen that before? She had a mental flashback to sophomore year math analysis, and instantly recognized it as binary coding. What the hell?

Struggling to get her bearings, she did not notice a sensation reminiscent of a finger slightly prodding her brain until it grew more persistent, more prominent. "What?!" she snapped inside her brain, and the feeling ceased. Frowning, she managed to discern that she was no longer in her oversized t-shirt and leggings she wore as pajamas, instead in a not uncomfortable form-fitting skintight suit made out of some kind of stretchy material and she was carrying a light backpack. She carefully unzipped the backpack, which was easier said than done due to the feeling of suspension in some type of liquid, and the girl closely examined the contents. Pulling something that looked like a plastic circle decorated with gaudy colored tape out, she furrowed her brow further. The object was familiar, that was for sure. It resembled her rhythmic gymnastics hoop, down to the sparkly decor. However, it was much too small for it-about six or seven inches in diameter. Setting it back inside the backpack, she decided to leave it for now.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a thought that was like her own but it was not at the same time entered her mind. My name is Willa, she said inside her head. Right after she thought the sentence, a growing sense of uncertainty began to gnaw at her gut. Willa? Yes, Willa. What else would it be? I don't know. It doesn't seem right. My name is Willa. No, it's...I can't remember. Maybe it is Willa after all. The girl was growing frustrated, as it was almost like she was having an argument with herself.

"My name is Willa," she said aloud, and it seemed right yet wrong all at once. She repeated it a few more times, and it gradually began to grow on her. The newly dubbed Willa began to examine her surroundings, taking note that other people and creatures and whatnot were beginning to materialize in front of her. Oh, boy. What the fuck could be going on?

Sutternalt typed lazily, sprawled on the couch, slouched in a manner that would most likely damage his back or bend his internal organs weirdly for sitting like that for so long. "Wait, no, I should probably look that up," he thought, and opened yet another tab. "Hmm. I could look for pictures, too. Too much text is boring. Damnit, Guild, why don't you have colors yet‽ Or fonts." Another tab, now with a google image search. "I mean, I guess Guild functionality is more important to Mahz. And the people of the Guild in general." Eight more tabs, all with potential pictures to be sorted out in a moment. "...And me. Fine. I can wait for fonts and colors." He found a picture, copied the link, clicked the picture and then copied the proper link, and tabbed back over to the character application. "Ugh, and sizes, too. Really, sizes can't be too hard." He clicked "Submit Post", mouse hovering over where he expected the "Edit Post" button to be, already belatedly remembering something to fix.

"Oh, I get it. 'На здоровье'. How did I not know that was two words?" the N1-L3 thought. Shortly followed by, "Wait, what?"

A 105m long, 17m wide conical rocket appeared in a sea of floating binary. Avionics went a bit mad, failing to find a surface to read an altitude from, failing to find a moon to target, and finally failing to find a sun or stars with which to orient. The N1-L3 fired attitude control thrusters, slowly spinning the large hulk around. Video cameras failed to recognize anything immediately familiar. Just streaming code, Deadpool (well, that was familiar); a... king, or something; a purple knight and maybe a Tron guy; a terrifyingly androgynous (guy?) and a red reaper; a guy in a (he thought it was Zelda, those triangles looked familiar) hoodie next to -oh- Link; a tiny little yellow elf; a cat-Heartless thing; another Tron guy with a Darth Vader cloak; a lawyer with a samurai sword; a guy from the 1700's?; and some girl. No stars, though.

Something bothered the N1-L3. If it was in space (it must be, to sense no ground whatsoever), then why was it so sluggish to turn? Test signals revealed the lower stages were still attached, and - боже мои - if they hadn't separated yet, then all the orbital maneuvering calculations would be off, and-!

With explosive cracks, the N1-L3 separated Blocks A, B, and V in sequential order.

That seemed to finally make the situation click.

"Oh, holy hell. I'm a rocket? Clearly I've been playing too much Kerbal Space Program. Might as well enjoy the dream while it lasts, though," the N1-L3 tried to say. N1-L3's, of course, can't speak. They can, however, transmit radio signals, and this is exactly what the N1-L3 just did.

With a radio-transmitted cackle, the N1-L3 tentatively activated its Block G thrusters, started itself on a gradual spin, and traced a fairly wide circle through the code. Just for the fun of it.

"This is most definitely not home". Only the slightest hint of surprise manifested in Ajax's voice. His face remained stone cold as ever while he examined his strange new surroundings. Last thing he remembered was boarding a refugee ship escaping the coming dragon horde, not because he was scared to fight but because he believed it might finally take him to his homeland. And then there was nothing, a void where his memories should be. Perhaps there were no memories at all? It hurt Ajax's brain to think about stuff like that, so he just dropped it.

He could make no sense of where he was or what had happened to him. He felt...odd. Like he knew some things he shouldn't, but it was little more than a strange instinct buried in the back of his head. He took stock of himself and found nothing out of place. Same clothes, same muscles, same scars. He was himself, Ajax the son of Diagoras, the one called Ajax Aristeus. What deities had seen it fit to place him in this world, for what purpose? Someone else might've wondered if he'd ever get home, but Ajax had killed those demons himself long ago.

He did, however, find himself surrounded by a myriad of strange people. Some talking to themselves, some fighting, all of them very odd-looking, but at least they spoke the common tongue. He approached the seemingly unorganized gathering and addressed them in his best tones. "I am Ajax the son of Diagoras. What is this land? Who is your master and why was I summoned?" he grunted out to no one in particular. A diplomat, Ajax was not.

A Greek? The suited man considered he could run across worse than a Greek amongst the crowds. Basis of Western civilization and all that. He looked rather burly, and wore padded gloves. Caestus. He must have been a boxer, or wrestler. He had the muscle to excel at such things, and, Bee decided, made a much more imposing figure than a lean man like himself.

"My name is- ....Bee. It's Bee." he said. It would serve as an adequate pseudonym here.
"And I've got as much an idea as you. One minute I'm slouched over thinking about Akari, the next... here we are." he waved around to the floating binary.
"I suspect I may have gone mad, and if that's the case I'm sorely disappointed. I wanted a cool, metaphorical mindscape. This place is a tad bland."

Willa looked around, puzzled, as more people...and a rocket....began to materialize all around her. They had strange clothing, strange builds, and strange accents, although they all appeared to be speaking English. She turned towards the man seemingly made out of pure muscle who had spoken earlier, taking note of his attire which seemed to be from the ancient Greek and Roman times. Willa watched as someone who identified themselves as 'Bee' started speaking, which confused her even more.

"I don't think we're going mad...." she added tentatively. "I mean, I feel like I would remember going mad, to some extent. But no, I was not doing anything really besides yawning, and a second later, I was here."

Feeling like she should address the newcomer's question, who said his name was Ajax, Willa continued, "I do not know where we are, and my master? I'm sorry, I don't have a....master...as you call it." She said the word 'master' delicately, as if a mere word could summon up horrible things, which was true to some extent as the word usually held a negative connotation for her. Willa was not sure why Ajax was referring to someone's master-it unsettled her that there was someone behind the scenes of this mysterious situation, a puppeteer to the puppets stranded in a sea of nonsensical numbers. She swallowed hard, and slowly turned in a full circle, simply absorbing the pure absurdity of the setting. A sentient rocket, an ancient Greek man, a man from maybe the colonial time period, a man sporting quite an expensive-looking crown, and a small girl with a yellow outfit along with something or someone that looked like a Pokemon were a few of the people she first noticed. There was also someone who resembled a character from some TV show or movie or the other...Deadpool? Yes, that was about right, and a girl with a scythe which was frankly a bit unnerving, considering the sharpness of the blade. Some violent swearing caused Willa to direct her attention in the opposite direction, and she saw a fireball of sorts streak towards the 'ground'. Well, then. Interesting.

Charlie just pet Oreo, "Alright this floating around, is annoying." he then pause to think for a second. "Got it!" He then turns face down in the code Oreo disappearing, for a second he looked like a corpse. Then a he saw what he hoped he could do, a large sea turtle floated up to him, he put his feet on its and floated out of the code, he now sat cross-legged a top the turtle. While he was admiring the Corgi he conjured earlier, he hadn't noticed the other folks. 'What an odd, bunch.' he thought as he adjusts his crown, mildly surprised it was still atop his head.