Thank you all for following me! I hope not to timebend like this too often, and I certainly shouldn’t harm what I am meant to fix! Now, if you excuse me, I have some cleanup to do, and maybe a celebration later.

((Thanks a bunch! Sorry, the angle of the Repariman’s eyes was too good to pass up!))

Battle of the Roleplayers Submission

To Whom It May Concern:

I have indeed noticed the dimensional fracture. My first clue was seeing a yellow-eyed Fourth Wall Repairman glaring at me when I got home. My first question, after the preliminary shock, was “Don’t you have a job to do?” He merely laughed and stated that it was he who led to the shattering of the Fourth Wall, and he would be happy to demonstrate the technique on my spine.

My second hint was the fact that frantic music started playing out of nowhere. Many more clues came during the ensuing battle. The inkblot flowed towards me and bashed me in the face with a poorly-drawn hammer. It hurt, but it was still a toon hammer, so most of the pain came from my being knocked into the wall. As I got up, I noticed that the wall flickered, and then became more vibrant. In my awe I failed to notice my creation forming a cage around me with his body (for want of a better word). By the time I noticed, he had already surrounded me with (bafflingly durable) ink. Unsurprisingly, I took a number from him before one huge punch launched me out. I broke through the ceiling and continued soaring.

I looked around at my neighborhood for a bit before my crash land. It may not be like this where you are, but my hometown seemed to be a bit more…hand-drawn at parts. Other parts appeared to be several styles of CGI. The rest seemed to be (relatively) normal from what I could see. There was no rhyme or reason to where each change occurred.

As I landed with a quiet thud, my former muse opened the door to greet me. Of course, I was in no shape to fight at that moment. Luckily, the weather outside was very cold, and so the inkblot was much slower and clumsier. Even more fortunately, a wooden mallet had materialized near me. I quickly rained a series of wild blows on the toon’s cranium, with him lowering with each whack. Finally, the Fourth Wall Repairman was small enough to scoop up and cap with a vial that somehow appeared in my pockets. Quite the deus ex machine, no? Anyway, he has no chance of escaping anytime soon.

Finally, I checked the mail. It was unfortunate that I got your letter after my battle, as I didn’t know I could use mod powers. If you would be so kind as to direct me to the base, I will gladly bring the Fourth Wall Repairman to try to find a cure for this obvious mind-altering disease.

Yours,

“askthefwrp”

((Sorry it’s late and sloppy!))

((Based on: http://inboxideas.tumblr.com/post/67016721463/the-battle-of-the-roleplay-world-has))