"Maybe for you unprotected, but for me 50% of the planet is similar to my home, I'm not surprised that this rp has a planet like this, it's very common irl. Although it's not nearly as cold as my home planet." [b]Techree starts to look sad, remembering his home world, which once a terrible accident happened on.[/b] "I bet I look sad to you, don't I? Well I'll tell you i'm not, this is how most nogla look when they're thinking deeply, even about happy thoughts."

"I have no idea what 'RP' or 'irl' mean."

"4th wall stuff, sorry for the confusion, it's a very complected thing to understand or explain, but i will try if you ask."

"Okay, Tech."

"Ok explain it or ok nevermind?" [spoiler]You have to be very explicit with Techree[/spoiler]

"Explain what, Tech?"

"The 4th wall, I said I'd try to explain it if you wanted me to."

"Then explain it please."

"Where do i even start... maybe about the people reading what we're saying... or... typing, everything you do may or may not be observed, depends on if your writer decides to release that information, I can sense when we're being watched, like right now, this conversation, it's also how i know what's going on all the time, by reading what your writer... or 'Roleplayer' if you would like to call her (your a female right? group chat can be confusing sometimes) that, she controls what you say, think, do, everything you feel she knows about it, she's writing you. Everyone, everything, everyplace is set in stone by her word, even I, a being capable of destroyer multiverses has to bend to her will, because she's the one who made this Rp, that's where 'rp' came from, the fact that everything you know is just words, with the occasional picture of what some people look like." "As for irl, it means 'In Real Life' somewhere not even i can go, nothing here can affect it. Nothing here is real, just text on people's screen. They make these places and make characters to escape reality, my roleplyer is a child, he's writing what i'm saying, even my most deep thoughts he already knows about, everything iv'e ever done, ever will do, everyone i'll ever know, even my mother, who died when i was born, why i'm not getting emotional right now is because my writer doesn't want that to interfere right now. he just re-read everything iv'e just typed up until now, looking for grammar mistakes, can't even spell grammar right, had to use Google crome's correction suggestions." "I may not of even known about the 4th wall if he didn't want me to, everyone is capable to break it, but only if your roleplayer wants you to, he may allow you to remember this conversation, or he may not, whether you remember this or not is not up to me, only to him. My character's story arc is about getting back home to stop a very powerful being from destroying the entire scriptoverse, something i made up, it's basically the highest place a 4th wall breaker can go, even if my rp'er wanted me to know more, it would end up in a script, nothing can go against a script, it's law, even i cannot break it, because if i did, my rp'er wanted me to, and therefore me breaking the script would be in the script, a paradox i know, but that is about it, the only thing you need to know about it is that it exists, and that you are nothing but type on a screen, or possible writing if your rp'er is completely insane about the Fireteam November RP universe, and actually takes notes on actual pieces of paper." "I don't expect you to understand any of this, unless your rp'er wants you to, which i doubt, anyway, I trust you with this information, should you decide to tell the scientists who made that report on me, i would not mind, but make sure you understand this yourself, I am in somewhat control of my own actions, but if i should go rogue isn't even up to me, it's up to him, hold on, one sec." [b]I DO NOT INTEND ON MAKING YOU GO ROGUE[/b], "Yeah, that was him telling me that he would not, which is somewhat comforting, anyway, I have told you everything I can about the 4th wall, I'm going back outside to the cold, empty vacuum of space, it reminds me so much of my home planet, bye!"

"Oh. I already knew about that. My RPer is typing my very words right now. It's Big Brother shit. But Layla is chill. She listens to what I say."

"Well, i guess your RPer wants you to know this information than, anyway, i'm off to the cold, empty, vacuum of space, like i said bye!"

"Bye Tech! See ya whenever your RPer wants me to!"