…I have returned, mortals!!

Yes, you are reading that correctly. If, in the slim chance that you don’t know who’s writing this, it is I! Much exalted level 78 Priest of Scania, the great Aurida!
…Oh, TakJensen, my… partner in crime, you could say, is here as well.

But enough expository banter! I have, after a long hiatus, been compelled to rejoin Maple Story by that ‘user,’ whom I’m apparently not supposed to know about! …I may have just annihilated Tak’s view of religion, but that will go away with counseling. Or death. Or death-counseling.
“You know, I’m right over here,” he said. Death-counseling it is.

I spent many months rotting away on the character selection screen of that Trickster world. It was unimaginable torture- it’s not connected to any other part of the world, as the Great Bridge of Maple Story is. You can get off the bridge, and explore the world while not under a user’s control (Of course, you are invisible and intangible, except when you forget.)
Trickster’s character selection screen was not like that. Instead, you sit in the confines of a small box. I’m not insane, why am I locked inside a small room? Especially since other characters sleep when they’re not selected, and Rodin snores terribly.

On the subject of Rodin, upon his eventual return to this world, he’ll be pleased to have his masculinity returned to him. In both the ‘Fly For Fun’ and Trickster worlds, he was of course a woman for whatever odd reason.
Was it that two people couldn’t have the same name? There must be a lot of mis-spellings of Bob… maybe even as many ‘narutox23617’ type people that exist.

But, I digress. This is supposed to be a space in which I talk about my experiences. Much has changed since I left- mainly, a large amount of geographical… ehh, death to the zombie areas… and some newly accessible areas. Of course, anyone reading this would likely know that, as they haven’t literally been locked in a room for the last nine months.

Despite this, I have managed to find most of my acquaintances from my previous stay in the world, which makes me happy. My guild has died, but some of the user’s friends are making characters to accompany him in his return.
I pity the souls of the characters they will make. One of his friends claims to have ‘accidentally’ made a female character.
…So, I guess Rodin’s not alone.

But I digress again. On the topic of my own ordeals, I smote Zombies until reaching level 78, so now I gain the privilege of dressing differently. And by ‘dressing differently,’ I mean ‘not in a dress.’ I would also upload a picture of my current state, but this new Windows Vista system of operations is doing everything possible to annihilate my existence… and the power which allowed the taking of pictures has ceased to work. I curse you, infernal Scroll Lock key.

However, enough blasphemy. The user has been, well, using TakJensen for extended periods of time. Tak has, of course, let me know that he’s been repeatedly doing the Party Quest in Kerning City, so I have an equal amount of remorse for his trials. It would, of course, be much easier to let him tell you of these events himself, so…

“Hey! It’s your turn.”
“What do I do, again?”
“Just… see the letters there? Press them, and you can spell out words. Use those words, and make sentences. Use those sentences, and preach the word of what has happened to you! Raise awareness of character righ-“
“Sorry, I’m a strict religionist, remember? I will not-“
“Not the time! Just… tell people. Or something. I don’t really care.”
“…Fine.”

So, uh, yeah. Here I am… making words… to tell you about stuff that happened to me. Aurida says it’s some hokey “user” that’s making me do stuff, but he’s not making me type this, right?
…Right?
Enough skepticism, though, as that never happened to me. Although, it does explain a few things.
I should explain a few things.
First off, I’m Tek Jansen. Not the space bounty hunter of whom I … tried to share the same name, I’m a warrior in this crazy world. An ‘HP Warrior,’ whatever an HP is. For some reason, I’m really hard to kill. This is odd, especially considering that I can only equip the simplest of armors.
But, to use Aurida’s phrase, I digress. Being strangely inept at homicide, which makes you stronger for some reason, I first relied on a man who would make me stronger when I gave him teeth.
Aurida was apparently more than happy to help me get these teeth.
…I’m not particularly hasty to ask about his methods.
I recently started doing something called the ‘Party Quest,’ which involves several trials and an incredibly large slime. For some reason, I have almost superhuman knowledge of the workings of this ‘party quest,’ and have done it enough to reach ‘Level 24.’
Aurida says I have ‘around 5,800 HP.’ No doubt whatever community he’s writing this to knows what all that means. Is it code for something?
At any rate, that’s really all I’ve been through. A lot of… weird stuff. Maybe I should take one of those pamphlets he’s been handing out…

…It’s not important. I’m going to … press this ‘Submit’ button. Maybe someone will tell me what to believe?