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[Roger Smith]

"About me, huh..." Looking as if he were completely lost for words, which wasn't too far from the truth, Adam tried very intently to think of what exactly to say, while simultaneously not launching into a massively boring and disjointed series of recollections.

Guu intently watching him did not ease his thought process. Nor did his lingering bewilderment of the entire situation since she had arrived.

Several long, silent seconds pass in awkward tension before Adam finally tilts his head to one side, as if some thought or other had clicked into place. "Well....let's see here..." He held up one hand and seemingly counted something off in his head. "...so as to avoid getting redundant and extremely boring, I think I'll skip the repeated sequences of 14 years....that kind of happened like four or five times."

"So. First things first....about that whole sequence of years things: Time is very, very weird. There's not really a better way to put it." He seemed more than a little agitated recalling whatever it was that he was recalling, and he went on to add: "And the ridiculous shenanigans that are my life are largely because someone took a wrench to Time's delicate inner workings."

He had never been very good at reading expressions or reactions from other people, but Adam was having an even harder time than usual thanks to the princess's expression. It was...more than a little unnerving. Had it not been for the intensity of her attention focused on him, it might have been cute. But at the moment....Adam just kind of wished he could remember how to jump out of sync with time and not be bearing the brunt of her attention.

Or that something would happen to distract her.

Or that his train of thought would stop getting sidetracked!

"There was....some kind of predetermined Thing going on behind the scenes. Crazy science stuff I still don't really get. And a game that was apparently meant to be played by me and some of my friends? Still don't really grasp that one. Probably tuned it out because of how stupid it was. It destroyed my planet with meteors...that was fun." He didn't look torn up about it in the least, so if it bothered him at all, he was hiding it very well. "Then I ended up in some crazy fucking planet made entirely of mountains and rain and hate. And there was some giant fuckoff god or something whose sole purpose was to torment me with taunts about my inability to maneuver around my planet thanks to a bum leg."

"And answer questions or something if I ever made it to him...I never really did."

"I had to kill myself....that was a novelty experience..." He plucked at the cog on his chest. "Got to ascend to become the Heir of Time, though. That was really nifty. Basically became a god, for all the good it did me." He counted off on his fingers again. "Then we, uh....wrecked a few planets, played a giant game of interstellar chess, killed some dudes with meteors they were trying to kill us with, and pretty much everyone died except me because we fucked up the rules of the game."

He sighed. "Then I finally got to 'win' the game and make a new universe to watch over..." He shrugged hopelessly, as if it didn't really matter or bother him too much. "...and then I ended up here. Well, in the Ominverse, I mean." He adjusted his glasses with a toughtful look in his eyes. "....and I think that's about everything... Everything that doesn't suck or contain stupidly obtuse things impossible to explain, anyway."

Adam...you fucking idiot.

"NAK." Nakworth, having returned at some point in the night, made his presence known, hopping up onto the back of the couch.

"Oh, and that's a crocodile. He was one of the inhabitants of the....mountain-rain-hate planet. Land of Storm and Peak. He's harmless. Obnoxious and kind of a troublemaker, but harmless."

"NAK."

"Ask her yourself, dang lizard."