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You come from a world much like this one, but you are now a refugee. A powerful destructive force found its way into your world: a narrative plague. It infected people through stories spread through the internet, consuming their minds until all that was left was an ever-growing void. You managed to escape, finding your way to this plane by following the tendrils of the infection. Like it, however, you are an ephemeral presence: you exist only as part of the internet community, and your ability to interact is limited. Time doesn't quite work right, and you can only be in one 'place' at a time....