>> Mark: Examine Room

[Kenpachi Zaraki]

The dark-haired teen sat in darkness, having left every light in his small apartment off upon arriving home from work. It was the way he liked it, and with high frequency of imperial patrols illuminating the area and flooding his room with their spotlighting, it was rarely a detriment. His desk was currently a cluttered mess as it so often was, covered with numerous books, magazines, CDs, and miscellaneous paraphernalia. His computer monitor sat amongst the clutter, bathing him in a bluish glow. Behind him was a simple bed (unmade, naturally), over which hung a poster of a periodic table. He had (hilariously, in his opinion) added a little box next to Hydrogen, scrawling 'Om' with a silver marker. The small room was otherwise empty, save for a small pile of laundry near his slightly ajar closet door.

Mark sighed as he eyed the blinking alert text on his dataverse device. He hadn't yet figured out how to sync the alerts to his computer, forcing him to have to reach over to his bed (his desk offered no space to keep it) every time he got an alert. He considered ignoring it outright; there was a 50/50 chance that the article it alluded to was absolute garbage. With nothing better to do, he adjusted his headphones as he navigated to the site, the first few words of a truly genius post-industrial-sadboy-ultrametalcore anthem buzzing into his ears.

”You don't care, you aren't there!/
You say you're here, but it's clear!/
You're away! There's nothing to say!/
WRRROOOOOOOOOO."

“Geniuses,” the teen muttered aloud, allowing the singer's vocals to wash over him. This was truly the height of musical brilliance.

Mark flicked the scroll wheel on his archaic computer mouse as the emotionally-charged lyrics battered his eardrums. The listicle of which he had been alerted was passable at best, with only a few of the entries interesting him. He mentally filed some the more interesting tidbits away for later, to be unleashed on some unsuspecting person. The average weight of a blue whale tongue would floor his buddies. Without a doubt.

Having had his fill, the teen closed the article and returned to meticulously compiling his witty reply. He had done precisely zero research on the topic he was now spouting about, though it didn't matter. His opponent in this verbal spar had already descended to the 'ALL CAPS ZERO PUNCTUATION' phase, giving him the de facto upper hand. So long as he retained his composure and perfect sentence structure, it hardly mattered if he was 100% correct. 

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"NervousHabit: Well, it's not as if there's much research on the topic. You're free to believe your comically misguided view. Such a powerful being, if he were to even exist (I can guarantee he does not) would hardly show preference for such a lowly hue as blue. I can assure you that the writings dictate that Omni's favorite color is fuchsia. I'm not surprised that you're not aware of this, but we can't all be right can we?"

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With a smug smirk, Mark submitted the brilliant comment. It would be a few hours before he got a reply anyway, as the user's location was listed as 'Coruscant'. Users from that verse seemed to only be on for a stretch of a few hours at most, likely due to curfew. The dark-haired teen luckily did not have such issues in Costa del Sol. Though the Empire was in definite control of the city, they had better things to do than worry about dataverse access. 

”GET AWAAAAAY.
REEEEEEEE"

So good. Mark mused, a genuine smile on his pale face. His head bobbed erratically to the beat as the music reached a nearly deafening crescendo. The adolescent’s movements stopped as he caught sight of a new review on his favorite gaming site, E-Sport Propagandist. While not exactly the best source of content, it was really the best that the Omniverse had to offer. While back in his old life he had had a larger pool to pull from for such information, here he'd have to settle. His cursor quickly crossed the screen, bringing up the page.

>> Mark: Read gaming review