Always in movement, the curly-haired boy wanders around the town, playing as other people so he can get what he wants. But, can't he do all of this by just being... him?...

"Who knew the Stars would look so beautiful?" *_*_* "Clearly, Techno, you don't fucking understand." *_*_* "I'm sorry..." *_*_* Will delete if any of mcty's sees this. Just ask and I shall deliver. Completed! Update: Currently being rewritten on A03, it's under the same title and will follow roughly the same storyline!

"What's your allegiance, Ranboo?" "L'manburg." "Good choice." ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── If anyone mentioned in this book wants it taken down I will. Ranboo please don't read this, seriously.

[EvilXisuma has joined the game.] The message rang throughout the server, a slight ding coming from every hermit's communicator. Xisuma didn't really pay any mind to the ding, as it was common for the hermits to chat using the comms system. It's the sudden flood of messages afterwards that startled the admin greatly. Thirteen or fourteen messages all at once, with more on the way. (Cover made by @EaglewingsRPandBooks , aka me)