This is an RP. If us, the ones typing it, exist in the continuity of the story at our computers typing it from within the story, it's just too meta. It just seems to take a lot of the weight out of all the situations.
-I have no idea how, why, or the reason for why I am actually typing the second post, I should had just cleared things up and respawned elsewhere, but meh. I already typed one, might as well cause a paradox!
BUT THEN ZANTETKUKEN FIXED IT, DARNIT. Why you make explanation?-
This place had more interruptions than a hyperactive kid with a stuttering problem.
-You scare me every time you manage to describe me by accident... Well, I am gonna get one more post of this real like stuff I somehow got into so I can get back into the... fake world. Improv is fun, aint it?-
-And Hugo, my head has already exploded. So Corai is just staring at a paradox, frozen in time... Nope!-
"ARMOK SMITE ME." Corai screamed, pulling out the pocketknife.
"This is so meta.." The human said.
"THE HELL DOES META MEAN?" Corai said, sprinting towards him.
"WHY DIDNT I LEARN HOW TO FIGHT." the human screamed, jumping away, Corai slammed into the desk, making a dent.
"Where- Oh, hes gone..." He said, hearing a door slam elsewhere in the building.
"Now whats this thing..." Corai said, jumping onto the desk, looking at the machine.
"...Bay 12...post....profile...WHAT IS THIS STUFF?" he said, looking at the screen before he blacked out.
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"Wha... Why am I in a tree again?" he said, looking down.
"I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY TO SEE ELVES! NEVER SO HAPPY!" he screamed.
-Fianlly, RP world... The paradox is over. And I didnt have to kill myself, I'll need to explain why theres blood and a dent in my desk, but its all good.-
-AND NOONE BRING THIS POST UP, its just annoying IMHO. It causes headaches.-