“Burrrrrrrppp!!”

Amaroq took another sip of the can of root beer as he flipped through the channels with his remote.

Amaroq: Nothing good on.

The black wolf had made a habit of doing nothing but lounging around for the past few weeks. Sighing, he made a fireball in his hand. He stared at it for a few seconds before letting it dissipate.

Amaroq: I love my magic... but I just haven't had the motivation to do anything with it lately. God I feel so lazy...

He grunts, getting up off the couch and wandering around the house. Various paintings, portraits, and statues of feral wolves adorned every room in the house as he walked through it restlessly.

Amaroq: There's gotta be something to do around here... Something, anything!

Just then, he hears a noise. It sounded like an electrical noise. A sizzling of static electricity somewhere in the house. Amaroq grinned as a fireball quickly filled each hand.

Amaroq: Finally, I have someone to fight again! It's been a while.

Amaroq stalked swiftly and sneakily through his house towards the sound. When he rounded the corner into his bedroom, the sight before him stopped him dead in his tracks.

There was a rather large portal in his room. A blue one. The edges of the portal were giving off arcs of electricity that were leaving increasingly large burns in his wolf-adorned rug. A human stood at one of the windows, looking out over the property.

Amaroq: You had better have a good reason for damaging my rug you little--

The human turned around to face Amaroq. He was wearing square-framed glasses with rounded edges, identical to Amaroq's. He wore a teal shirt with loose blue jeans and white shoes. He had shoulder-length brown hair that curled slightly at the ends. He smiled, walking proudly towards Amaroq with no fear whatsoever. He seemed to not notice the fireballs Amaroq was holding.

???: It's nice to finally meet you, Amaroq.

Amaroq: How did you know my name?

???: In due time, my friend. In due time. My name is Steven, by theway. You don't need those fireballs. I bring you not harm, but rather an interesting proposition.

The fireballs disappeared from Amaroq's hands as he looked thehuman up and down. Not exactly strongly built; Kinda skinny actually, about Amaroq's build. He looked intelligent, like Amaroq did. If this guy was anything like Amaroq, he'd rely on his intelligence rather than any sort of strength to sort things out. The man reached out towards Amaroq and they shook hands.

Amaroq: My name is Amaroq, as you have already proven yourself to know. What brings you here? And must you continue to damage my carpet?

The man turned to see that the portal was indeed continuing to burn Amaroq's carpet. He turned back to face the wolf and shrugged.

Steven: I'm sorry about your carpet, there's nothing I can do about it. I can't go back unless I keep it open, so I'll make this quick. I've been working on a system similar to the one that made this portal. Once I get it ready, I would like you to come meet me. I'm sorry if this seems a little cryptic, but I like to keep things as a
surprise. I should have it all ready in two weeks if you'd like to journey back with me then.

Amaroq thought this over for a second. The guy seemed nice enough, but the prospect of leaving his home through a portal was indeed an awkward one. Though it was also quite the intriguing one as well.

Amaroq: Why should I?

Steven: Do you have anything better to do?

Amaroq: Okay, you've got me.

Steven: See you in a couple of weeks then.

With that, the man stepped back through the portal. Lightning continued to hit the carpet as it closed.

Amaroq: Damn it, my carpet!!

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Two weeks later, at about the same time, Amaroq was pacing back and forth in the room he had met the man in. A rubber mat had been placed on the carpet where the burns were. He'd gotten the carpet repaired, and he wanted to avoid any more damage from that darned lightning. Just then, he began to hear that electrical sound again. He stood... and waited... and waited... and then, he looked to his
left.

Amaroq: Oh god no...

There was a portal opening right over his bed. His bed with the wolf blankets and wolf pillow and wolves carved into the headboard. As the portal expanded, his bed was lifted off of the floor. The bed swung around the portal as it was ripped to shreds. Tufts of fluff, pieces of ripped cloth, and splinters of the wooden headboard were strewn around the room as the portal opened in its entirety and the
lightning began to burn the carpet where the bed had been.

A thoroughly pissed Amaroq lowered the barrier he had thrown up to block the splinters from hitting him. He hurried to drag the rubber mat under the portal before the lightning did too much more damage to the carpet.

Just then, Steven stepped out onto the mat and onto Amaroq's paw with a crunch as he was still moving the rubber mat into place.

Amaroq: OOWWW!! Get off!!

Steven: Oops, sorry. Odd, I don't remember the portal opening in this part of the room. The targeting software must not be in sync... Damn it, I should not have upgraded to the newest version until I knew it was stable...

Amaroq: YOU DESTROYED MY BED!!

Steven: Oops, terribly sorry. So, would you like to come back with me for a time? It'll be fun.

Amaroq: Why should I go anywhere with you after you ruined my wolf things!?

Steven: Because it isn't like you to let your anger get in the way of your logic and you know it'll be the most interesting thing you'll do this month.

Amaroq: Fine fine. But this had better be good if it's worth my bed and my carpet. And you stepping on my paw.

They both step through the portal and it begins to close. The heat from the lightning arcing onto the rubber mat begins to melt it. The rubber melts into the fibers of the carpet before it cools. Amaroq began to wonder how this man knew that much about him.

They both emerge in what looks like a moderately sized room with white walls and a white carpet. A metallic platform sits under the portal to ground out the arcs of lightning. Two large spires sit on either side of the portal with wires running from them to a computer terminal on the opposite side of the room. Steven closes the portal from the terminal and shuts down the system.

Amaroq: Nice setup you've got here. I should have thought of using a metal platform on my carpet.

Steven: Thanks. There's an even better setup down the hall. Follow me.

They leave the room and walk down the hall. More bland, white walls and white carpet pass by before Steven leads Amaroq to a rather large room. It's a circular room, with eight sets of spires with metallic platforms surrounding Steven and Amaroq as they walk into the center of the room. A single computer terminal lie at the center of this room, wires running out of it into every spire in the room.
Steven boots up the computer.

Amaroq: You're right, this is a nicer setup. So... it's some kind ofportal machine with more than one portal?

Steven: Yeah, it actually uses plotholes.

Amaroq: Didn't someone already try this with bad results.

Steven: That one was built by Microsoft.

Amaroq: Good point.

The screen is black, with blue text scrolling up it as the systemboots up. A logo is displayed on the screen.

Amaroq: You say you've been working on this for how long?

Steven: About a year. Why?

Amaroq: I think that's the Linux Ubuntu logo.

Steven: Oh that... no, see there's a swirl in the center of the logo. That makes it a different logo.

Amaroq: Oh...

There's a few seconds of awkward silence.

Amaroq: So you made a Linux distro for it?

Steven: No. I'm not that good of a programmer yet. The open source community made it.

Amaroq: Did you even build the machine?

Steven: No.

Amaroq: Then who did?

Steven: The open source community did that too.

Some more awkward silence.

Amaroq: ...I thought they only write open source software. How'd you get them to make you a plothole portal machine?

Steven: The open source community is largely comprised of a bunch of nerds with nothing better to do than to write code in their spare time and give it away to everyone for free. Getting them to make me some advanced plothole harnessing hardware and an OS to run it was easy.

Amaroq: So, what's this operating system called?

Steven: Ubuplothole.

Amaroq: You're kidding, right?

Steven: It's an African word that means plot holes for everyone.

Amaroq: Oh...kay... So how long ago did you ask them to do this?

Steven: A year ago.

Amaroq: Hard working little buggers aren't they? It took them a year to make this thing?

Steven: No, eleven months and two weeks.

Amaroq: What have you been doing for the past two weeks then?

Steven: Installing and configuring all the necessary software.

More silence.

Amaroq: So... why do you need eight portals connected to one terminal? Why not use the other one?

Steven: That one can only do one portal at a time, and only known locations. It was difficult to guess where to open the one to you. Some of the most disastrous events in history were my fault as I tried to find you.

Amaroq: Like what?

Steven: Remember that spy satellite that the government lost control of?

Amaroq: Yeah.

Steven: Opened the portal in their control room and tore up their computer systems.

Amaroq: Ouch. The Kennedy Assassination?

Steven: My portal spooked the shooter and he twitched his finger on the trigger a little too hard. He wasn't going to go through with it.

Amaroq: The Titanic?

Steven: Portal tore open the hull.

Amaroq: Hiroshima?

Steven: They were testing nukes in secret bunkers. My portal destroyed the equipment that stabilized them. I barely managed to close it in time.

Amaroq: Ouch. So... if the open source community made this, then it's available to anyone? What if it gets into the wrong hands?

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Meanwhile...

Dick Cheney: Hello? This is Vice President Dick Cheney of the United States of America. That plot hole machine we paid for isn't working and I--

Phone: Welcome to Microsoft Technical Support. Your call is very important to us and will be answered in the order it was received. Your estimated wait time is... thirteen. hours. and. fourty. three. minutes.

Elevator music begins to play.

Dick Cheney: *Sigh...*

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Back at the portal room.

Steven: It won't.

Amaroq: So... why not just install Ubuplothole on the other machine?

Steven: That one has lower specs than this one. I had to put Xubuplothole on it.

Amaroq: ...That... that makes some sense I suppose. So why am I here anyway?

Steven: Oh yes, of course. I'd like you to do an interview.

Yet another moment of awkward silence.

Amaroq: I dunno. I've heard bad things about those. The one time I got interviewed, things didn't turn out very well. I can't imagine what it would be like to do that all the time.

Steven: I promise, this will be an easy one. You'll be interviewing people you already know.

Amaroq: I don't know anybody.

Steven: You do. You just don't know it yet. Anyway... this machine is something I'd like to call the Continuity Hub. I'll skip the specifics and just put it this way: it can simultaneously open portals to multiple continuities. All it needs is someone to base its search off of, and it finds every version of that person that has ever existed in any storyline. I used an older version of the tracking software on the other machine to eventually find you.

Amaroq: Wait... I'm a version of you?

Steven: Sort of. You're my persona. You're the fictional version of myself I created to represent me in online communities and to role play with. I'm offering you the chance to interview every other version of yourself I've ever created. It'll be a most epic first interview for you I think.

Amaroq: You can't just use this machine to do it yourself?

Steven: No. The other versions of you are further disconnected from me. The only way to get them here is to use you. What do you say?

Amaroq: Alright. Let's give it a shot.

Steven: Good, good. Put your hand on this pad and I'll start it up.

Amaroq places his paw on a pad while Steven types something on a command line. Amaroq's body suddenly feels abuzz with electricity as some of the other sets of spires begin to create portals between them.

In total, five portals begin to open, the arcs of electricity grounding out on the metal platforms as they open.

Amaroq: Nnghh.. Why... why do you have *grunt* eight portals when there's only five of me?

Steven: Just in case I made more of you by the time it was ready.

Five portals open around the room, and figures begin to step through them. Through the first one, a black feral wolf appeared. It had a stripe of blue fur down its back ending at the tip of its tail. Three of its paws were colored red from halfway down its legs to the tip of the paw. The front left leg was the same, but blue instead of red.

Through the second portal, a human stepped through. This human looked exactly like Steven, and even had glasses too, but he had long, gray hair. He was also wearing a rather flamboyant, red gown with intricate markings on the chest that faded to yellow at the bottom.

Through the third portal, another black feral wolf stepped forward. This one was very large though. The towering wolf's shoulders measured a lofty ten feet off the ground. No colored markings on this one.

Through the fourth portal, another human. This one looked exactly like Amaroq and was even dressed the same as him. A black feral wolf followed this Amaroq through the portal and sat down next to him. It never left his side. This wolf had no colored markings.

Steven: Odd... I thought there were only four other versions of you. Yet there are five portals.

Through the fifth portal, an anthropomorphic wolf stepped through. This one was identical to the Amaroq who had his paw on the pad. Identical even down to the red and blue mage robes they were wearing. One major difference, though, was that this was a she.

The electrical feeling through Amaroq's body ceased.

Amaroq: You made me a girl!?

Steven: HOLY! I swear I didn't do that.

Amaroq: Then what is this!?

He pointed to the female Amaroq.

Steven: I swear I never made any female version of you.

Amaroq: All right, all right. If you want me to interview them, we have to determine names for them so we don't call them all Amaroq.

Steven: Okay, this first one, the black, red, and blue wolf, is Feral Amaroq. That one there in the gown is FOmar Amaroq. He's from Phantasy Star Online. This gigantic feral wolf here is Enfoldened Amaroq. He's from a role play story thread I started a long time ago. This twin of mine here with the pet wolf is from another thread I made. Just call him Gaurdian Of The Power Amaroq, or Guardian Amaroq for short. And the girl is... is... I have absolutely no idea where she came from. I'm going to go into the other room and try to figure out where she came from. Meanwhile, you have an interview to do. Have fun!

Steven walks into the next room, scratching his head and mumbling to himself.

Amaroq: Sooo... um... I'm sure you've figured out why you're all here by now. I'm going to interview you.

Feral Amaroq: What's an interview?

Amaroq: I ask you questions and you answer them. It's to help me get to know you.

Feral Amaroq: Sounds like fun.

Feral Amaroq lifts a leg and begins licking himself.

FOmar Amaroq looks the other way.

FOmar Amaroq: Is that really necessa-- Oh god...

Enfoldened Amaroq is licking himself as well. FOmar Amaroq shields his eyes.

Female Amaroq stares at one, then the other. Her gaze moves back and forth before settling on staring at the the large, Enfoldened Amaroq.

Amaroq: Will you guys stop that!

Feral Amaroq and Enfoldened Amaroq sit up normally. Guardian Amaroq smacks his wolf upside the head, as it had been licking itself as well.

Amaroq: And you! Have some restraint. I didn't learn to keep my paws to myself only to see another version of myself fall to tempting thoughts.

Female Amaroq breaks her gaze away from Enfoldened Amaroq and stares straight ahead, blushing. She begins to grumble to herself and fuss with her red and blue robes.

Amaroq: Now then, let's get things started. Tell me a little about yourselves.

Feral Amaroq stands up proudly with his head and tail held high.

Feral Amaroq: I'm an ex-alpha male of a pack that I created.

Amaroq: Ex?

Feral Amaroq: Yeah... they sorta kicked me out.

Female Amaroq: Some alpha...

Feral Amaroq winks towards her.

Feral Amaroq: I'll show you alpha, my dear...

Amaroq: Stop flirting with yourself! What happened with the pack?

Feral Amaroq: Oh, they turned their backs on me and put me down to Omega. They didn't need me anymore, and I eventually learned that I didn't need them anymore. So I left. I'll never go back to life in a pack again. Living alone is much more free. Nobody expects anything of you.

Enfoldened Amaroq: Hhmph. My pack never disobeyed me. Who took over when they booted you down?

Feral Amaroq: Me and a female named Eykodu made it together. She's actually the one who booted me down. Our love life wasn't so great either... More like nonexistent. We never even role played out the naughty acts of the circle of life. We just... roleplayed her giving birth one day.

Female Amaroq: So you're a father... and a virgin?

She gives him a coy look.

Feral Amaroq grins back.

Feral Amaroq: Hardly. Once we separated, I had lots of--

Amaroq: Oh, god.... I'm a bunch of whores.

Enfoldened Amaroq: I'm no whore. I had but one love.

Amaroq: Who's that?

Enfoldened Amaroq: Before I transformed into the wolf form I have now, I had this dog named Daisy I wanted to be part of my pack. If the humans hadn't kidnapped her, she could have been transformed into a wolf too.

Amaroq: NOO not listening!! Now then... um... Tell me a little about yourself. How did you get so big? You say you used to not be a wolf?

Enfoldened Amaroq: I was a human. I had a really large house with lots of wolf stuff in it.

Amaroq: Ooh, sounds like my house.

Enfoldened Amaroq: And one day, all hell broke loose when this alien hive mind came to earth. They infected living beings with this microscopic organism that transformed them to make them bigger, stronger, faster, more agile, more intelligent, and boosted their natural advantages. And that's if they're unwilling. If they're willing, like I was, the transformation can be much more drastic. Like, oh say, transforming from a human to a wolf.

Feral Amaroq: A really big one at that.

Enfoldened Amaroq: Yeah, I was really willing. They told me I could have my own pack. And I did. Somehow having my human brain boosted coupled with having a boosted ability to work within a wolf's social pack structure enabled me to telepathically communicate with my pack. I could tell them what to do just by thinking it.

Feral Amaroq: Ooooh, I'm big bad Enfoldened Amaroq and my pack listens to me. Ha! More like you mind controlled them.

Enfoldened Amaroq: You're just jealous that my pack didn't push me around like a panzy and then kick me out.

Feral Amaroq: Shut up! I'll take you on you big turd.

Enfoldened Amaroq: I'll crush you, if I don't Enfolden you and make you my Omega.

Feral Amaroq: I'll run under your long legged self and rip your nuts off.

Amaroq: STOOOP!!

Silence for a few seconds as they all stared at Amaroq.

Amaroq: We're all the same person, so stop trying to dominate myselves. We're all equal, okay!?

The two feral wolves nod solemnly.

Amaroq: Now then, FOmar Amaroq. What's your deal?

FOmar Amaroq: I don't really have much to say about myself. I'm the earliest version of you. I'm a human whose only magic stems from PSO's "techniques". My level is in the 70's and I'm already in Mines on Ultimate difficulty, which I hear is pretty good for a FOmar.

Amaroq: What's with the dress?

FOmar Amaroq: It's a sorcerer's gown.

Amaroq: Dress.

FOmar Amaroq: Sorcerer's gown!

Amaroq: DRESS!!

FOmar Amaroq: SORCERER'S GOWN! Don't make me Foi you, bitch!

Amaroq's eyes close slightly as he smiles blissfully.

Amaroq: Bring it you dress wearing panzy.

Fog begins to appear around Amaroq as FOmar Amaroq launches a fireball in his direction. The fog shrinks noticeably as the fireball halts in mid-air. Amaroq holds up his arms and the fireball fires back at FOmar Amaroq, hitting him square in the chest. The fog dissipates as FOmar Amaroq gets back on his feet, grumbling.

Amaroq: That's what you get for taking me on with your outdated magic.

FOmar Amaroq: But... how...

Female Amaroq: It's kinetic energy. Droplets of it in the air. Spiritual energy is mixed with it that triggers the kinetic droplets to harden around harmful projectiles or enemy combatants when they enter the fog.

Amaroq's jaw drops.

Amaroq: We are definitely going to have to battle sometime. You sound like your magic is identical to mine.

Female Amaroq smiles coyly.

Female Amaroq: You could just... oh, maybe keep me after when the others leave?

Amaroq blushes.

Amaroq: Uh... uh... um... no, no no no... I'm sorry, um, it just wouldn't do for me to be doing naughty things with myself, you know?

Female Amaroq: Aw, okay then...

Amaroq: *Ahem* Now then, Guardian Amaroq, what's your story?

uardian Amaroq: One day, I started having these bad dreams. There was a wolf in them, and some bad shadowy figures kept closing in on him. He was really weak, and was barely holding them off with some sort of... force... One day, I went up to him, in my dream, and touched him. I immediately woke up and could feel where he was.

Amaroq: Feel where he was? Is that the wolf there?

Guardian Amaroq: Yeah. I could sense his presence. I went to find him, and I did find him locked up in a warehouse with a bunch of guys in suits with ties meditating around him. They left, and I opened the cage to let him out. When I touched him in the real world, I felt this energy transfer into me. Ever since, I've been able to command energy.

Amaroq: So... I might have to challenge you some day too.

Guardian Amaroq: Naw... I can't generate energy on my own. I can only manipulate external sources. My Keeper here is a wolf, and your Keeper of the Power determines what your power will do. Wolves are born leaders, but they are nothing without a pack to follow them. As such, I cannot make energy on my own. Instead, I have to rely on the other Guardians to make raw energy for me to shape and make use of when we get into a bind.

Amaroq: Wow, that sounds pretty epic. How'd it turn out?

Guardian Amaroq: Dunno. The role play thread died out quickly. I was trapped in a facility and had just escaped.

Enfoldened Amaroq: My story was almost done, but someone had to let some newbs in just when the story was reaching its climax.

Female Amaroq twitched at that last word.

Enfoldened Amaroq: STEVEN in there let some newbs in who decided they were going to wear Halo-esque power armour and propel in from overhead out of helicopters and try to make themselves the heroes of the story.

Steven: (From the next room) Shut up, everybody makes mistakes.

Enfoldened Amaroq: I BROKE MY TIES WITH THE FOLD MIND TO RESCUE MY DOG DAISY FROM THE HUMANS AND YOU WEREN'T EVEN ABLE TO FINISH THE STORY!

Steven: I SAID SHUT UP! The board got hacked. It doesn't matter anymore.

Enfoldened Amaroq curls up in a corner and grumbles.

Guardian Amaroq goes over and pets him.

Guardian Amaroq: There there, your thread made it much farther than mine did. That's a success isn't it?

Enfoldened Amaroq: Yeah I guess so...

Guardian Amaroq: Come on, don't be a grumpy boy. Come on, come join the rest of us okay? We can all be happy here, alright?

Enfoldened Amaroq: Yeah yeah, I guess you're right. It's just frustrating, you know?

Guardian Amaroq: Shhh, it's okay. Come on, everyone's waiting for you.

The large wolf padded back over to the rest of them and sat down in his original spot.

Amaroq: Um... well then! I guess that just about covers everybody, except you, Female Amaroq. Tell me a little about yourself.

Female Amaroq: Oh, there isn't much to me. I like to keep to myself, experimenting with my magic. I only go out and seek others when I want to test my abilities. I usually stay in my house, which is furnished with lots of wolf stuff, and think of new creative moves I can perform with my magic.

Amaroq: ... ... ... You are like, my twin!! Too bad we're... you know... related.

Female Amaroq giggles.

Female Amaroq: Yeah. I'm also taken too.

Amaroq: Really!? You weren't acting like it earlier.

Female Amaroq: Oh, I've always been a flirt. Probably always will be. So, your magic is like mine eh? Let's see one of your moves. I already have that kinetic fog one in my repertoire.

Amaroq smiles again, feeling the heartwarming feeling as he creates more fog. This time, the fog glows red. Meanwhile, Female Amaroq is smiling the same smile as a fog appears around her as well. Her's, however, glows yellow.

Amaroq: Droplets of thermal energy that sets people on fire when they enter it. What's yours?

Female Amaroq: Not bad. Droplets of electrical energy that begin electrocuting people when they enter it.

Amaroq: Ooh, that's nice. Really nice. We'll have to compare notes sometime.

Female Amaroq writes something down on a piece of paper. She steps forward, blushing, and hands the paper to Amaroq.

Female Amaroq: Here, have my phone number. Call me sometime.

Amaroq: It's the same number as mine.

Female Amaroq: Damn it.

Amaroq: Yeah... *Ahem* Well then, I suppose that's about it. Time to go back home, the lot of ya.

One by one, all of the Amaroqs begin hugging eachother and/or licking eachother goodbye.

Amaroq: Um, Female Amaroq, can you stop licking me?

Enfoldened Amaroq: Please, nobody lick me. You might become Enfoldened. The Agent is probably present in my fur as well as my blood.

FOmar Amaroq: Feral Amaroq, stop licking yourself!

Feral Amaroq: *Staring at Female Amaroq* I can't help it. I'm hot, you gotta admit.

FOmar Amaroq: Yeah, you are hot. I mean I'm hot. I mean she's hot...

Guardian Amaroq: We're all hot. I think...

Steven comes back into the room.

Steven: Ah, I see the interview went well. Better than most interviews actually. Nobody's been broken, mentally or physically.

Amaroq: Physically we're fine. I don't know how I'm going to be mentally when this is over...

Steven: Oh, it was fun. You know it was. Oh! before you all go, I want to hug you all!

Steven shares a group hug with all of the Amaroqs, and an especially long hug with Female Amaroq.

Amaroq: Are you feeling me up?

Steven: No. Shh.

Amaroq: Are you sure you didn't make her? She's pretty awesome. Like me.

Steven: I swear I have no idea where she came from. Well, it's time to get you guys back to your continuities. Since the Continuity Hub runs Linux, it can run forever without a reboot. But I'd still like to get you guys back before my electric bill goes through the roof.

Everyone waves goodbye and/or howls goodbye as they step into their designated portals. Except Female Amaroq, who hangs around for a while longer.

Female Amaroq: You'd better bring me back sometime so we can have a battle.

Just then a voice emanated from the portal she had come from.

???: Make me a sandwich.

She shouts back.

Female Amaroq: Go make it yourself!

Amaroq: Will do. I'll definitely bring you back for a battle. Um... who was that.

???: Sudo make me a sandwich.

Female Amaroq: Gotta go, see you later.

She runs through her portal. Her voice can be heard echoing back.

Female Amaroq: Yes, Jach dear.

The portal closes. There's a moment of awkward silence.

Amaroq: ...

Steven: ...

Amaroq: ...

Steven: ...

Amaroq: ... What the hell!?!?

Steven: I swear to god that wasn't me.

-----

I knew I wasn't going to escape my first interview at least mentally unscathed.

Since the only character involved was mine, the obligatory copyright section should be easy.

Amaroq © Amaroq.
PSO © Sonic Team.