I know this is a bit of a shock, but I'm testing something out. Seeing how this story will work, and don't worry I haven't given up on my...unhiatus story. its just tricky as ever.

Darkness reigned and the earth rumbled in the desolate plains. Thunder roared and tremors growled, the darken soot ground aglow with many a red river of hot magma. This place, once long since forgotten in the once lively isles so far from any land. A place long forgotten by all. Dragon, Minotaur, Diamond Dog, Gnoll, Griffin, Yak, Horse, Pony, Changeling, and even Caribou.

It had been a long time since this land had seen life, and it has been longer that any clear mind know of it’s true existence. But today, was different. Today the land shook with a great force, the skies gave primal calls of shock and the waters around the lone island turned with a slick fear. Change hath come. Darkness hath reason.

And soon began the day known as Tuesday.

A bolt of thunder, black as night, struck the highest of ground, the obsidian ground rising and molding to it’s will. The power of two great beings molding it, shaping it and making it into the needed from. Magic charged the air, and power vibrated into each thing. A great castle and it’s tower rose, reaching into the heavens before it’s completion…

And soon, was the castle inhabitants awoken, the subservient beings who loved to please their Master, their ruler…

The Overlord.

However there was only one problem. There was no Overlord...until once the imposing structure was made… did a random portal open up to it’s highest peek and a being fell in with girlish undignified screams yelps while hitting the hard ground. And was in slight pain as the portal closed. A whimper pained sound came from the being, as he was slowly getting on his feet, looking himself over as his expression turned from surprise, to bemusement.

“Am I…” started off the man, or rather the 19 year old, as despite his new look and his newly acquired Arcanium armor that actually has weight to it-- he was still a 19 year old in a body of a man that clearly showed he worked out in the gym. Granted he rub his head some, from the headache that was growing of his confusion and the fall. He however couldn't help but comment. “How was I supposed to know that weird update would of did this?”

Looking at his left arm, seeing the gem gauntlet as he leer at it with a mixture of confused and surprised as he added with a mix of more shock. “Are you serious…” Looking more at his armor that he earned within the game “I’m actually wearing this? For real?” he tried to think back on what happen, after a exhausting day at college, he felt like playing Overlord again. Going over his save file, enjoying the slightly tedious thing of harvesting, armor upgrading, and enjoying being a sort of benevolent Overlord...or a Dark Overlord now and then. He paused in his backtracking, as he glanced around, looking to the endless seas, the dark visual...and the fact he wasn’t where he was. At. All.

Seeing over the ocean, the lands of bleak-- and the fact that he was on the balcony of a odd castle of sorts. “Where...am I?” he muttered to himself, as he couldn’t believe he was not only in the body of the Overlord like in the first game, but on a island of all things...in a castle…Holy shit, am I in the Dark Tower!? while that could be one way to discover where he was, he felt that this wasn’t somewhere in the ‘Overlord’ series.

As earlier, he noticed he was seeing the sea around him. And he recall that the first game didn’t had that. So here's a million buck question. Where was he exactly? And soon that question was answered with a horde of voices in cheer. “Master!” With a quick turn of his head, his expression in shocked and surprise, he saw them.

The Minions. What surprised him more was that there were four tribes-- the Browns, Reds, Blues and Greens. They were all cheering, jumping up and down with their arms as he was slightly wondering how in the blazing hell did they all just appeared out of nowhere? No seriously, how did they do that? I should've heard them the moment they all ran here to the balcony!

Sadly he didn't had time to get the shock out of his system, as the minions parted as the man saw Gnarl moving up before him with a pleased look. “Oh Master, it is truly a honor to see you are alright!” Bowing before him as the elder minion went on. “Truly we feared we lost you in that sudden shift of magical distortion.”

Wait, what!?! thought the inner 19 year old, but Gnarl went on. “And thankfully for once, not a single thing was lost or misplaced.” Then grunt. “Although the Dark Tower seem to be more of a Castle, or maybe a mixture.” Pondering on that before tossing his musing to speak to the imposing being. “But that is something else to muse, we do need to see what change, as the Tower,” correcting himself as he continued. “Er, place seemed to be different.”

The person himself managed to gain his voice as he spoke in a deep tone. “Such as?” Gaining all the minions eyes to their Master, and some looking to Gnarl to respond as the elder Minion Master hum and spoke.

“Well Master, while the majority of the Dark Tower is still here, there has been, unique changes here.” motioning the Dark Master to follow as the old minion went on. “The throne room has been altered much, nothing like before.” as the minions themselves went about their own business and went either back on guard or in the Spawning Pits to relax and wait until the Overlord needs them.

“What sort of altering do you speak of?” questioned the man as the two went down a series of stairs, however his answer soon came as the entire throne room was larger, looking a mixture of being in a cave like setting and gothic. It actually looked to be of the Netherworld--

oh… thought the geek. It look exactly like the Netherworld throne room in Overlord 2…. seeing the lava streams going behind the throne, with dark red drapes on the throne and carpet before it. It even got the Netherworld teleportation thing in the ceiling. He gave glances to the sides of the throne room as his glowing eyes note of the Overlord 1 health, mana, minion totems. Including his spells of the first game. Okay good. Look like the totems are by the side, the spells are hanging above, and my progression in the game file is still good.

“As you can notice Master, the throne room is expanded, more evil like.” giving a glance up with a toothy grin. “Not that I’m complaining, I enjoy such evil looks,” then look around as he frown. “But it does require some adjustment for the minions, Sire.”

While he simply nodded, he internally groan. And all of my added upgrades to the Dark Tower are gone, well beside the spells and totems...wait. he quickly asked. “Gnarl, what of my armory and Smelters? My moulds? Or my gold?” Gnarl gave a short snort of amusement as he said.

“Worry not Master, like I said before, most of the majority of the Dark Tower is still with us, including the Smelters, your vast armory and moulds, and your loads of gold as well!” Then snort in irritance. “Sadly the peasants and elves who work here aren’t around, a shame too, this place might need good dusting.” then turned and said. “However there is a minion missing, Master, although maybe for the better.” Gaining the man attention as Gnarl told.

“Apparently the Jester was found dead with a slit throat.” this caused the man to double-take in surprise, granted he knew of the Jester betrayal within the game, but he was honestly surprise the Jester was dead. And who could've killed him? slightly wondering that as Gnarl voiced his thoughts the same. “To be honest, I’m still wondering who killed him, granted he was annoying, but we do need to get a new Jester for you, I’ll see through the Browns on who could be a good Jester for you, Sire.”

Gnarl went on to speak. “And while the Throne room was alter much, there are other changes within this place. For example, while the Spawning Pits and Tower Heart are still connected, there is another room. I haven’t figure out what it is yet, but don’t worry Master, we’ll figure what it is soon enough. The Dungeons are moved a bit, but can be found over there by the stairs thankfully. However the entrance to the outside from in the Pits are gone, and there are added entrances, mostly from one location from a large gate.”

So there are mixed elements of Overlord 1 and 2 Towers here, but why? internally thought the Dark Lord as he asked. “Gnarl, any other changes of I should note of?” The Master Minion hum for a moment, tapping his chin with his claw as he soon spoke.

“Well Master, the Treasury is still where it was in the Private Quarters, as well as the Tower upgrading room, the Dungeons are empty for now, and we still have the Forge….Oh yes, I recall that the Private Quarters have a pool now, odd, but perhaps it would be the best, even if you’re evil-- you do need to focus on hygienes.” The Overlord gave a low chuckle, as he soon said.

“Inform of any changes, find a minion to start locating where we’re at, maybe see if we can start finding anything of beyond the sea, I doubt we came on the island to slowly starve here. I will be in my Quarters until then.” Gnarl bowed his head to the armored being.

“Of course Master, it will be done.” as the Arcanium armored being turned around, going up to the stairway leading to the Private Quarters as Gnarl soon thought. Wait...I never told him where the Quarters were at! surprised of this, and ponder if the Master guessed with the Dark Tower stairway to the Quarters. Eh, something to ask of later. thought the old minion as he went on in his thoughts and move. for now, find a minion to be the new Jester, get a minion to find a location, maybe Grubby? He seem to have a knack with digging and such? however despite all this change, he could feel Evil risin on the horizon, Evil with the Overlord at its helm.

As the Overlord glance around, seeing the hall and the fire place at the end of said hall. Glance to the left, knowing that it was with the rooms of his Treasury and Tower upgrade room. He turned to the right, as it was of his own chambers and of a empty room. As he enter to the right path, he saw the empty room on the right side as he knew where it was. He made a turn to the left, as to enter in the chambers of the Private Quarters, and with the door closed behind him, he let out a long breath.

He glance to a hanging mirror as he position himself before it, seeing the dark covered area under his helm, the glowing eyes...before placing his hands on his helmet, taking it off, and seeing a tan skin of his pigmentation. His brown eyes looking back at him, and his black short hair as he reviewed who he was before being the ‘Overlord’.

My name is Jerry, I am 19 year old, looking at his shocking height of 7’5” as he kept on in his thoughts. I was a college nerd studying for Game Development, I was lean, lived alone in a apartment...and now I'm a big, muscled male, in command of a minion army from my game saved files of Overlord 1….and maybe Overlord 2. honestly it was hard to say if anything from his saved files in Overlord 2 was applied here...maybe not and all of his Overlord, well most of his Overlord stuff came with him.

But I admit...I never thought this would actually happen. Taking a long and deep breath as he went on in his thinking. This is too much, me being the Overlord, having minions...being in power… Thinking some more as if, if he is the Overlord...then maybe, just maybe...things won't be bad...right?

I just need to handle myself when I...start killing people. A shudder went through him, while he could handle graphic and violence….doing it and committing murder in real life and not in a game? That, that was the hard part. With a deep breath he resolved what bravery he had, and hoped to God that he could do this. If he was destined to...be a Overlord, well...at least he'll try to be a benevolent one, right? Although part of him wonder...just where was he in the first place? He doubt he was on Earth anymore, so where?

“Master great news! We found a way to teleport!” Gnarl voice spoke in Jerry head, as the man slightly jolted, in the middle of reading some of the books in the Tower upgrade room. Mostly to see what sorts of books were in the room in the first place, which was mostly books of construction or using Minions to build structures. He’ll admit, he was surprised to hear Gnarl in his head some….

Then again, Tower Heart helps that tidbit. thought Jerry, as he place the book he was reading on the side. Grabbing his helmet to put it on his head, eyes glowing once more as he made his way progressing down to the throne room. When he arrived down from the stairs, he saw Gnarl standing by the throne with another minion with a hard hat, as Jerry noticed it was Grubby. Odd. I honestly didn’t thought he would be here too. thought the man as he spoke.

“Well Gnarl, what have you to report?” trying to act as imposing and serious as a Overlord, then again, with his deep tone voice and looks? Wasn’t that hard to do really. Gnarl turned with a slight bow as he spoke.

“Sire, Grubby here found a way to teleport yourself across the sea.” then raised a hand up. “However we noticed there's been a influx of magic going somewhere on the mainland, while it does provide us a starting point, I would advise that you should proceed with caution Master. Strange magic is at work here, hopefully we’ll know where we’re at soon enough once you reach on the other side.”

Oh boy. That doesn’t sound good at all… thought Jerry as he command. “Someone bring my Arcanium Axe.”

“Oh going with the classic weapon, eh Sire?” maliciously grinned the elder minion as a few Browns brought up the Arcanium Axe, as Jerry gripped it in his right hand. Despite originally never holding a weapon, he was slightly surprise he could easily lift it. He guessed it was either part of being a Overlord...or maybe something as ridiculous as ‘game logic’. Still he was glad his helmet hid his face, doesn’t show his reactions to anything.

As Jerry came under the blackish thing with a blow glow inward, the thing spinned around, stretch out, and like lighting struck down, Jerry was gone. And was soon in the middle of a stalagmite thing as he blinked, somewhat feeling shock, surreal, and pinch of fear of being transported as he internally thought. So that what happens when you teleport. glancing around to see he was using a ‘Netherworld Main Gate’ from Overlord 2.

So I do got it...I wonder if I’ll encounter something like the Netherworld itself later on? although fully doubt it, as he took his focus to...the city like buildings...just a few miles west….He paused and soon thought. The shit? blanking out for a moment as he honestly assumed he would be in a medieval time...not modern as he had a slight crisis. Oh shit, don’t tell me I’m somewhere in the 21st century? Gah, if I am, I’m screwed in both weapons, having minions, and possibly would be assumed as a cosplayer!

Didn’t help he heard Gnarl either commenting. “Sire, while we may not be close to civilization yet, it is quite closer than being traveling for on days!” then mused a little and said. “Although it's odd seeing the structures...as well as the influx I mentioned causing odd readings here. Tread carefully Master.”

No need to warn me. thought Jerry as he told. “Inform me of anything odd, Gnarl.” moving down to the four pits of his minions as he debated which one to bring the most. With my helmet maxed out, I should have 50 minions to control. thought Jerry as he wave his hand up, seeing if it works here as it did in game. His guessed came true, as he saw a Brown popped up, as he thought. Okay, let's try...5 Reds.

Focusing on the Red pits, as he held up his hand, getting at first 1, then after ten seconds, he gained 5 of the Reds. All of the Minions lined up behind him. Alright, so just raise my hand, and wait for a specific number. but when he tried this for the Greens, he only got one out. Huh? then as the Minion went behind him, he raised his hand up again, this time thinking. Maybe...3? noticing that 3 came out as he saw the pattern.

Mentally think it and that's how many will come out. Okay, so there is some game logic...I think. it was honestly hard to say really, but he had to make some sort of sense into this mess. He worked on getting the rest, and soon he gained 20 Browns, 5 Reds, 15 Greens, and 10 Blues. All walking behind him as he moved, looking ahead to the city like area, he slightly hoped that things won’t go downhill for him.

It took at least four hours to get there, Jerry had to admit that his endurance was high, as well as his Minions. He mused if this body was used to long distance travel in heavy armor, then again he was working with what he knew of the game mechanics itself.

Yet when he arrived in the city structure, he paused. Seeing antler like beings, caribous, as well as anthro pony like beings, ranging from unicorn, normal ponies, Pegasus, even a few bat looks.

And mares in collars of variations that either had rags,were in the nude...or were giving blowjob, sex of volunteered or forced sex as some with black collars were tied or in a position couldn't move.

What makes this even more surreal, is how normal it is for them all.

The….hell? thought Jerry, as he was, honestly dumbfounded at this sight. Even Gnarl comment in his head. “Master, this is, very petutating. I think this desire more recon, hmm, looks like they aren't giving looks, Sire.” That was actually true, sure glances at him and his Minions, but nothing too much, yet. However that ‘yet’ seem to came as he noticed a few guards of stallions coming up, holding some suspicious looks to Jerry as he thought. Great, guards. Okay, play it cool, play it cool. When they came to a stop, a unicorn look over Jerry as he spoke.

“State your name, purpose here, and those things around you.”

“Hmm, already we got guards demanding from us, perhaps we should make them learn of their mistakes?” While that could be what he would do, Jerry thought that over as while it would be ‘evil’ like….it wouldn't give him information, as well as trying to understand what was going on...

So he chose to answer. “I have many titles, many names to me...But you may be known to me as Overlord. As for my purpose?” stretching out his arms as if taking in the sight of the city as he bluffed. “I have heard rumors of a place where males are superior, where females are subservient.” lowering his arms as he told. “I wished to see if the rumors were true.” for a brief moment, Jerry worried if his lie was seen through.

Yet the expressions of the stallions relaxed, as they gave knowing grins as one told. “Ah, well the rumors are true. Equestria is under Caribou control, us guys can enjoy a good cunt. And as for the mares? Well, they know their place.” then added. “Really, now that I think about it, if you did came to see this place and wanted to get a fucktoy for yourself-- can’t really blame you.”

Another frown as he spoke. “But what are those things by you?” seeing the heavily armed small sized beings, all armed to teeth as they were behind this ‘Overlord’. Jerry didn’t glance behind him as he told to the guards.

“They are my guards. They are stupid, but loyal.” deciding to keep it plain and simple as a earth stallion snort as he told.

“You looked like you don’t need guards with the way you look.” Jerry gave a low chuckle as he replied.

“Can’t help but be prepared when traveling across lands.” then went on to say. “Now is there anything else I need to answer to you officers, or can I go about my business and see what good opportunities I can get in properties?” Seeing he had change their attention, the head stallion jerk his head and said.

“Be on your way, but if you cause trouble? Know that we will take you in.” Jerry ‘assured’ him.

“Oh don’t worry, the sort of trouble I’ll get into is one that cause betterment for guys.” but didn’t finish ‘like me’, as he saw their approval heads and heading off as soon as they left...Jerry gave a mental exhaust sound. Oh God...I never thought I could bluff and pull that off at the same time...Thank God that I managed to convinced them even with my deep voice. Gnarl gave his own comment.

“A shame that you couldn’t show these wretches of your might Master, but in this case, you were in the right in not attacking. We are after on, on recon in the first place. Best to know what sort of lands and ruling we are dealing with.” then added with a malicious grin. “But very good lying, Sire. Although I do wonder how much of it was a lie in the first place?” giving off a laughter of evil as Jerry just started to move, not feeling sure of how much he was bluffing or honestly thought of doing as he said lowly.

“That remains to be seen, Gnarl.” while in the inside...he was having a mixed conflict of the sights, sounds, and weird sense of feelings in him. Seeing some mares used as sex toys, willing or not. Other's enjoy their place with their red collars, some in bondage gear in black collars or even some with purples that enjoy being used, play, or getting gang-bang. It...it unnerved him.

He was used to hearing or seeing disturbing news on the internet or seen odd or weird stuff online...but this? This was...was something else. It made him questioned his judgement on not running away, or just to pause at a few postures. I...I need to sit down. Need to think. it was admittedly quite hard to actually think with all this sex around everywhere. He wasn’t used to this environment, even less seeing right before his eyes, or hearing the action/rape going on.

With a low breath, he managed to thankfully found a cafe, and settle down in a free chair. He glance to the Minions, looking around and some about to go on tables, before he motioned his left arm to a spot. At once the Minions settle around and suddenly a sort of pole was within the group, as they stood there waiting for their Master's command. Jerry wanted to rub his face, hell he felt like laying down and want to either eat something of ice cream-- or cry in rejoyce of having sex with a actual girl. Or woman, or was it mare?

Yes this was in a sense wrong, yes this whole thing was surreal, and yes, he should be revolted at this in the first place...But another part of him, whether the nerd who never got a girlfriend, or bits of Overlord ego? Felt like this was a dream come true in a twisted sense. What should I do? questioned Jerry, he honestly wanted to figure that out badly. What should he do? Gnarl spoke in his head.

“Master, what are you doing? You should be exploring this place, there could be of something of value around here!” Jerry internally cursed he forgot about Gnarl seeing what he see and hears and quickly made up a excuse.

“I’m thinking of using some gold from the Treasury to acquire a few things.” saying this lowly as he glancing to a black-collar mare, in a revealing outfit as Jerry just motioned with his right hand, weapon placed on side as he told. “Water.” she nod in bit of fear of him and possibly of the Minions, quickly leaving as Jerry went on speaking lowly. “After all, who knows what could be found?” Gnarl laughter rang in his head as the old minion spoke.

“Of course Sire, if that's the case, then do take your time. Just make sure you don’t take too much, after all, first one that doesn’t grab the wenches means you have to settle on sloppy seconds!” leaving Jerry(thankfully) alone in his thoughts as the 19 year old thought over what happened, what he saw, heard and his moral dilemma. Already it was starting to strain any ‘good’ conscious of being a Overlord. But with this? This...pervert dream in reality and forced slavery? It was making him questioned what to do, especially in a sense...there was nothing stopping him from enacting. Of just...buying a mare.

What...what do I do? thought Jerry, trying to think, trying to figure out what to do. Should I get a mare? Should I not get a mare? Should I just keep going? Should I ignore everything and keep looking...should I try to stop this and save the mares...and…. slowly stopping his thinking, as a slow dread and fear rises in him, causing a coldness in his spine as he thought.

Am I being a real corrupted Overlord...or is this some dark desire I suppressed? it was making him doubt himself, making him questioned himself, but he shook his head, as he told himself. No. I’m not a bad person. I am not a ‘True Overlord’. While I may have the body...I still have my morals, my conscious...and a bit of inner bad guy. granted that felt hollow, but it was better than keep doubting and questioning himself. Honestly it was far better this way in his line of thinking, thankfully the water came as he grab it and chug it down to water his dry throat, and possibly hydrate him from the long walk he took with the Minions.

As soon as the glass was placed down with a heavy clink, did Jerry give a long breath of mixed relief and confusion. Confusion that was later amplified by a distinct lack of… something. It took a moment, but when he focused on the table it was, inverted. An opposing color it wasn’t before.

A blink to clear his sight and show his surprise, Jerry glanced up next, registering there was a lack of sound. Everything was still, sound was muted and colors wrong and swapped. Faces of pleasure, pain or amusement stayed frozen on faces. Eyes blackened form the inversion and the world seeming to turn into a oddly given reality.

Even as he flicked his head around at this new confusion, did he once more stop and stare at the very human, if not inverted colored human before him. Elbows on the table and fingers laced together while leaning his chin on them with the most amused of smiles. This one, was different, and despite being inverted in colors… the human man was very much animated.

“You look confused.” He spoke, seeming to just exude that same amusement on his large grinning face.

Did...I went insane somehow? questioned the Overlord as Jerry spoke in mass confusion. “Yes...yes I am. For one, why is everything frozen and inversion. Two, I honestly thought I was the only human here...and finally...who are you?”

“I...” Began the man, shifting his arms around to lean on one and let the other rest on the table, “Don’t really matter.” Then used his now free hand to point at Jerry, “But you do.” Turning the palm upwards to forestall the newly minted Overlord to tell, “And you better not mess up. A lot of ‘people’ are wanting a good show.”

“Wait, what?” spoke Jerry as he said. “What do you mean? I just came here from a update on my Xbox 360-- how could I matter with all of this happening around me!?” motioning his left hand to the Minions, to the city, even to the people in their frozen place as he asked. “And what do you mean better not mess up? I don’t even know what to do right now!”

Chuckling, the mystery man only said, “Well better figure that out quick. I made a deal, and I plan for it to go through.” Then leaned back, observing Jerry for a moment to tell, “I’ll place it simply. You are here, for the enjoyment of people much more above you.”

Then pointed a thumb at the city itself. “It’s you, all this, and your choices. You’re the protagonist, I’m the lazy director. If you die, it makes for a too boring show.” Then lowered his hand to relax into his lap. “And no, you don’t have a choice in going back. You’re the necessary evil.”

Though, he soon quirked a smile, one that was oddly disconcerting. “Unless you want to cut a deal with me. But it will cost you.”

At the end of that sentence, Jerry struggle with his answer. On one hand, he wanted to go home, to forget about all of this, to just...leave here for good...but at the other? He felt like despite what happened, of him being here, of being the Overlord and commanding Minions...it was like a chance. A chance to do something in his life, a chance to accomplish something...even if he’s someone amusement all the while….that last part felt bitter as he soon asked.

“Am...I going to die in this, this ‘show’ as you say?”

“Maybe.” Told the amused ‘director’ of this whole situation. “But, you might not.” Then lazily motioned to the new Overlord, “Depends on your choices. You mess up, it’s on your head. Make a slip up, you might die or get a nasty wound.”

Sitting up more properly, the man fixed those round glasses on his face, the inverted black glinting light was an odd sight in itself. But the words to come still made Jerry uneasy. “The deal made with me was to provide entertainment. If that entertainment dies? Well, I’ll just grab someone else to fill your empty boots. If you left, same scenario. Someone needs to be the entertainment in the end.”

In short...someone else will be sent here in my place, in probably my situation…. thought Jerry, and while he had mixed feelings about this...he, he just couldn’t do that. Sure he could make a ‘deal’ with whoever this guy was, but if he did...he was getting some random person, be tossed in here and fend for themselves. A cold pit grew in his stomach as a thought occurred to him. What if I was a random schmuck that was taken for another person?

It was, was possible. From the way this guy speaks...it sound like that there could of been someone before Jerry, someone who made a deal or died here...and this ‘director’ was simply grabbing another ‘actor’ for entertainment...He couldn’t help but clench his hands tight to that. I can’t do it. while he could do the same as whoever was before him...a part of him, well two parts. One a coward and the other wanting to prove himself. Felt...split.

With a low breath, he concentrated some, trying to think of the best choice...but knew that he had to play this part, play...or be the Overlord. But...if I’m being a Overlord...I’ll do it in my terms. In short? I’ll be a Benevolent Overlord...or a Anti-Villain in a sense… thought Jerry as he soon glance to the man and soon asked. “Can I at least get a hint to where to start?”

The low chuckle the man gave was almost ominous, disconcerting really. “What’s wrong, isn’t a bustling city not good enough?” Smiling all the more. “I made the deals to get a fortress. I got rid of a little pest. I sent the needed ‘details’ to get you here. I decided to make sure you don’t foul up in a few hours…”

Standing up and scooting the chair back at the table, the mystery man told, “Make you choices. Survive as long as possible… and give us all a good show.” There was a odd, dark gleam about the man, whom straightened out the leather-looking trenchcoat in its inverted silverish colors. “Or else I have to prod you to do something interesting.” Hand out, he snapped his fingers-- and like that, did he vanish and the world return to full color and sound.

As everything was coming back, he sat there in his thoughts. Taking in the thoughts of this being ‘aiding’ him. Getting him close to the city, the Dark Castle, removing the Jester and a slightly easy access in a few hours to the city…Jesus Christ I’m in deep shit…. giving a mental exhaust sigh he mused a bit in his thoughts. and I don't even know what to do, where to go...or what I'm supposed to do as a ‘entertainer’. while that last bit nudged him wrong…

He supposed it was better to be him than some unlucky person. He was used to be at the butt of a joke back home. Although he doubt this whole situation he was in was the ‘norm’, in fact he could imagine that this whole situation was beyond insane. In fact, he was honestly surprised that he didn’t crack from all of this. I wonder if I became insane and didn’t realize it. nevertheless, he got a few hours, might as well use them. Question was, for what? He consider that...and gain a thought, he came here for information, and there's only one place he could fully rely that held it. The Library, after all, I doubt they would take all information of this nation or burn it all, right?