Nixion opened his eyes, looking up at the perfect sky. Not even a cloud. Sunny, bright warm, caring. A perfect day. Nixion realised that he was lying on some slightly moist grass. He didn’t lie on grass. He mostly read, or talked on his computer to his friends. He sat up and looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings.
He was lying on a hill, overlooking a large, impossibly big lake. To the left was a cliff. Over the lake, directly across the hill, was a volcano. This didn’t seem like the right environment for a volcano, but it was there. Nixion noticed with a shock that some smoke was coming out of the top, and a small amount of magma was running down it. Nixion wondered what was behind the volcano. To the left, near the lake, were some tree houses. Behind them was a forest, big and dense. It seemed to go on forever. Nixion looked behind him and saw a huge hill, maybe even a mountain, rising up, dotted with tress, bushes and grass.
Nixion realised with a jolt that he knew where he was, but had never really been there.
This was Blogland.
Nixion stood and looked at everything, amazed. He had only been to this place through computer. This couldn’t be real. He looked down at himself and gasped. He wasn’t himself. He was the character he had created. He was taller and thinner. He was wearing black jeans, a black T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He also had a machete, which was the most surprising. He touched his hair. It was different then he remembered. Longer and straighter. He wasn’t himself anymore. He was Nixion Strange.
He looked around at Blogland and to his surprise he saw other people. Most were around the lake, so he walked towards there.