A festival, this time. It seems familiar to a lot of you. It doesn't to me.

It's things like this that make me think that the masters of this island are mortal, and come from another world just like this rest of us. It explains, at least, why the island recognizes festivals and events native to one world but not another.

So it's true, then. The memories...

...I remember home. The Black Teeth. It was a dark place in which many would find it difficult to live, but the Machine Men build great cities within the mountains. I was born there.

It was a good place, but... I feel like I wanted more.

[[1% spent on the Black Teeth, 1% total, 1% remaining.]]

It looks like the island is doing something interesting again. Fortunately, I weigh enough that the bouncing isn't really a problem, so I hope I'm not breaking any unspoken etiquette rules by talking about something unrelated to it ( Read more... )

Apparently people have started switching bodies. Or perhaps, switching minds.

...is this a regular occurence here?

It seems that Link was telling the truth. Everyone here really did lose their memories ( Read more... )

...what is this?

This place bears no sense of familiarity to me. How did I get here?
And my mind... what happened? I don't.... I can't remember anything. It's all gone. Everything.

No, wait. A name. I have a name, and nothing else. I am The One Electronic, and that fact alone is mine. There must be a way to get the rest back. There must!

But still, ( Read more... )