that one story

Not in Kansas. Or on Earth, for that matter.

 What were they talking about? TaiWolf1234 glanced at the window. He realized that the room was eerily silent. Was the storm gone? Is that what they meant? No, that doesn't make sense....He slowly drew near to his window, and put his hands on the glass. He looked outside, and his eyes widened. His breath of disbelief fogged up the glass. 

 The sky had turned the blackest of black, and the street full of houses seemed to be black, as well, bright green rays of light outlining every crack and crevice. TaiWolf1234 staggered away from the window,  then muttered, "oh my god."He looked at his hand. 

It was black.Outlined in green rays of light.He looked around him.Everything was black and green.

 Everything....

 Nothing.

 Was real here. Not anymore. Or however it works. Whenever this happened. He felt the nonexistent floor sweep up to his face, and realized he was fainti

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 Slacktivist watched as TaiWolf1234 slowly appeared before him. The rest of them had already come here. Here, wherever it was. The grass was blue, the sky was green. The clouds were black, and the sun was nowhere to be seen. The land was so barren, it made him wonder why there wasn't wind howling across the plains. Instead, the air was unmoving.

 Slacktivist looked back down at TaiWolf, who had appeared the rest of the way. "Ugh, he fainted, that pansy," Slack muttered, sweeping a strand of hair out of his face. 

 His face. 

 Slacktivist looked up from Tai's unconscious body, and he dropped his mouth in shock. The RPers were here. Not just their characters.

The people. 

 The sight was so incredibly indescribable, seeing the RPers as they really were in person, that I cannot write what it looked like. But trust me, it was breathtaking.

 After a few moments, Slacktivist regained his cool. He kicked TaiWolf. "Hey. Wake up, wimp." 

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 Pickachugirl avoided the gazes of her fellow RPers. She hid her wings behind her back, wishing she was home again. I was gonna eat strawberries.... The seeds on those were the best kind, too.... She pouted, unhappy. 

"Hey. Pickachugirl." She turned around. It was Timpookie. Wow, he looked so weird in person. "Where's that asshat BaoChu?"

"i dont know," Pickachugirl mumbled. 

"Okay, I'll ask someone else." Timpookie sauntered away, grumbling something to himself about stop signs and wizards.

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 Cyantic turned to her left. "Oh fuck. I HAD to pop up next to THIS guy." BaoChu stood right next to her. He was slightly fat and had dirty hair, streaking down his acne-filled face. He spoke almost exactly like he did on the Forums.

 "MarkJarkson, 

I have pretended to report you for swearing in a public story and impersonating a man.

Please follow the rules of ROBL-"

 Cyantic interrupted him, tired of putting up with his shit. 

 "Hey, smartass, we're not in ROBLOX anymore! Heck, I don't know WHERE we are, but if you don't shut your trap soon, you'll be the first one to find out if it's possible to DIE here! Do I make myself clear, BaoChu?"

 BaoChu stammered gibberish, and at this exact moment is when Timpookie came up next to them.

 "Hey! Bao," Tim challenged, "Were you the one who did ... whatever you did?!"

 BaoChu spluttered, "N-no, I have no id-dea what happened." A shadow crossed his face. "I do have the reasons to do something terrible to RPers, but I don't even know how this is possible."

 Tim heaved a sigh. "I'll be on my way, then. I swear I'm gonna find out what happened." He stopped for a moment, clenched and unclenched his fists, and resumed walking.