Chain 006: Kid Radd

Chain 006: Kid Radd
Location: RPG
Identity: Drop-In
Drawbacks: [+600] It's About Letting Go, It's A G-g-glitch!
(Active Abilities: Savant, Regeneration, Map Surveyor)
[Free] Welcome To The Game Grid
[200/1600]  Beyond The Code
[800/1600]  Limit Mode
[1200/1600] Dr. Amp’s Wondrous Pixel Transmogrifier
[1600/1600] Dr. Amp’s Stupendous Unmogrifier

Once again, myself but alien to those around me. Pixelation everywhere, and I stand out as someone who does not belong, without the benefits of anything that will help those around me.

In fact, being here has done worse than that. It has shackled me. I've still got my perfect memory and math skills. I can still regenerate from anything that isn't immediately fatal. And thankfully, despite the confusing layout of these worlds, I'm not getting lost.

Everything else that wasn't a part of me already - that is, aside from being an ideal self - is gone. With the exception of Conduit abilities. Perhaps there's something special about that - they're innate, perhaps, so...? I have the feeling that if I were reduced to being unable to use ANY abilities at all, instead of being limited to a tenth of them, I wouldn't have it then. But for now I'll count my blessings and squeak by on a technicality. Perhaps tasting too much power overtaxed me, and this is the price I pay. In which case I can only wonder... how long will I be paying it? Or will I indeed ever stop paying for that mistake?

At least I don't have to worry about thinking in five dimensions now.

In any event... for the most part, I do my best to keep my head down. It's not always easy, by any stretch of the imagination, but it's... doable. Even if some sprites have a grudge against me for being a User. Some of whom keep coming after me and trying to take it out of my hide. But that's not why I keep my head down overall, no. The best reason for that is that flesh and blood creatures are NOT meant to exist in the same space as this world, and regeneration is probably the only reason I did not flat-out die.

Even if I have some souvenirs that, oddly enough, work in a more concrete world... ten years in a virtual space is taxing on my sanity in whole different ways than stressing my brain by thinking in hypertime.

And have you considered the implications of a human's palette randomly corrupting at times? You know how ugly it can get with sprites, surely. Consider that being applied to 32-bit color. It is NOT pretty.

...at least all of the hate against me derailed the whole plot enough to cause some hesitation, and subsequently was stopped more easily?