"Listen..." You look at Bmao, he wasn't any more well built then when you last saw him, when he was in disguise as a dragoner. "God I know that yu, uhh, must be very busy with this Everquest thing, but I need a favor.
"Favor?" asked Bmao. "I need a favor for you, like the fact that you're supposed to be fictional! You are in the real world!"
"What?" you ask, perplexed. "This is the real world?" You're dissapointed. It's dull, no other creatures but humans, and even you god looked utterly unremarkable. "What do you mean?"
Bmao looked fom Gil to his computor speratically, obviously confused.
"I'm still trying to figure that out." he said. "I just wrote this new story, come here."
You walk cautiously through the strange bedroom, It wasn't a weyr, that's for sure, in fact it looked a lot like Masamisk's bedroom, all adorned with luxuries like a soft bed of wool, with blankets and everything.
You both are infront of a screen on a grey box that was set on a desk. Bmao sat down in front of it. He pulled out a flat, grey plate that was covered in buttons, all marked with letters.
He typed in someting and the scren showed a picture of a tan backround with even more text printed on it, at the top it read: Realm Drifter.
"What is this?" you ask him.
"Its the story you're in right now." he replies, scrolling down to somee blu text that read Click to Enter Story.
He clicked it and Gil saw even more text, writings that talked about him and Drak lounging in his weyr, about to pick a book to go into.
"You see? You were in a story, where you go into other stories. Apparently you found a way out of your story and into the real world." Bmao said.
These words struck hard, you were planning to go into other stories only to discover that everything you ever knew wasn't real? It was all some scrawny kid's writing? You were just an insignificant peice of text?
I just want to go home. you think to yourself.
"Well, I don't know how I'm going to get you back, so you'll have to stay here until I can figure out some way to get you back.