"Ah, this is the life, eh ORT?"
Such were the words of the great Liam Ellis as he laid in the shade, his mind and body out of the effective radius of the parasitic Crystal Valley that had formed over the world around him. A replication of the Reality Marble of an alternate world, imposed upon Gaia and bled in with an impossible geometry and crystalline structure that would drive anything, man, devil, or god, mad simply by observing it. An ultimate defensive perimeter that was a world unto itself, with the NEET puppetmaster in its epicenter.
Beneath him, burrowed under the Earth, was his sleepy puppet ORT-tan.
This truly was the life.