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[Empiricist]

[To: Selina] <So, please do not worry too much if any more issues arise, if a complication occurs, it will have a solution...>
I doubt she'll believe me in the first place.

[GreatWyrmGold]

((She is made of solid cringe.))

((Ashley or Conny?))

-snip-

<What makes you think that literature can spawn whole new worlds, each with its own literature?>
<Yeah, most of your books are kinda one-dimensional.>
Will hears this, then passes out.

[RangerCado]

[To: Selina] <Are you familiar with matryoshka? They're those Russian nesting dolls. Suppose you have a set of them, each of them thin enough to make it difficult to tell them apart. Suppose you then take out a single one of them at random and for some arbitrary reason, do not know the size of the largest one, or the smallest one. What are the chances that the one you have is the largest?

Let's say there are 10, that's a 10% chance.
What about 100? That's a 1% chance.
1000? 0.1%.
10000? 0.01%

What if there are somewhere between 1 and 10?
Then it's (¹/₁₀)(¹/₁+¹/₂+¹/₃+¹/₄+¹/₅+¹/₆+¹/₇+¹/₈+¹/₉+¹/₁₀)
Ignoring the ¹/₁₀ at the start, the sum of the those fractions is log_e(10) + the Euler-Mascheroni constant.
That result it approximately 2.879800757895578544624503544766766638643260824568696574839095...
Multiply it by the ¹/₁₀ and then it's approximately 0.287980075789557854462450354476676663864326082456869657483909...

What if there are somewhere between 1 and 100?
0.051823858508896242286424949994511308462443623131974695508724...

1 and 1000?
0.007484970943883669912660486454135495053845463801826242526905...

1 and x where x is a positive integer?
(log_e(x) + the Euler-Mascheroni constant)÷x
Its limiting value as x approaches ∞ is 0.



So, what if instead of matryoshka, we were instead talking about realities? What if instead of having them contained in each other, we had them as the literature of each other? With each iteration being the fiction of it's predecessor?

There's no functional difference, it still approaches zero in the end. That's the chance that our reality is not a literary creation. Allow me to reverse that: it is almost certain that our world is a literary creation.

Individuals such as myself have been granted by our respective writers the knowledge of that fact. Amusingly enough, they themselves are subject to that. If we apply that argument to them, they themselves are almost certainly fictitious characters of higher composers as well. Of course that only is valid if we know for certain it is either one or the other, not an additional option which hence limits the aforementioned equations to use as a model rather than as any real proof.

I have come to the conclusion that we are nothing but constructs of text. Perpetually bound by this fate yet also granted free will and existence by it. The lack of true free will from their point of view allows us to possess free will from our frame of reference.

Your writer is @RangerCado. He is responsible for all your suffering, but also all your happiness. He is why you exist.

Feel free to call me crazy, or too solipsistic for my own good. Nevertheless, this is what several people you know perceive as the truth of this world, this reality, this life and all else that exists.>

<...M-m-my l-l-l-l-life... _{i-i-i-is a lie...?>} Selina faints in the hallway with Angel.

Conny falls asleep with Ashley.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Angel tries to shake Selina awake.

[RangerCado]

Selina stays unconscious, Angel hearing a small thought stuck in her head.

_{<Our lives are a lie?>}

[GreatWyrmGold]

Angel hugs Selina.
<It's okay. No, they're not.>
<Face it, 'Lina, if someone wanted to tell a story, they'd do a much better job than this.>

[RangerCado]

Selina wakes up and hugs Angel tightly, not wanting to believe Cyrielle.

<I d-don't w-w-want it to be true... I don't...> Selina looks close to tears.

((And school))

[GreatWyrmGold]

((Heh. Same here, more or less.))

Nuriel takes over, picks up Selina, and starts rocking her.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

<Selina, it isn't. Trust me, Nuriel's right. Someone would never tell such a story, it'd be too unbelievable. And unprofitable.>
Goddammit Cyrielle, we need to keep this knowledge limited. Who knows how anyone could react?

[Empiricist]

[To: Selina] <Only from their perspective. From our perspective it is not. Anyway, I never gave you proper proof, and I cannot do so as the nature of this supposed circumstance does not leave any undeniable evidence. If it's tat muc of an issue for you, ten don't believe it, it is merely my personal belief.>
My apologies, I never expected her to immediately collapse in a paroxysm.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

It's Selina. Let me clear it up, Cyrielle. I promise, at the worst, you'll look vaguely crazy, but she won't be insane.

[Empiricist]

Implying that I actually have any sort of issue with having a few people perceive me as mentally ill. Go ahead.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

I'd like to think you were the nice kind of crazy. Like me. Only with less facades and more actual decisiveness to everything.

[Empiricist]

Was that my cue to start acting like a yandere again?~

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Nah, that was your cue to be even snarkier~