Everyone says writing about situations can help, but I honestly don’t see how a forum on the internet could possibly aid in a recovery. Especially one apparently related to ducks--I could have sworn the address I was given was different. Wouldn’t readjustment require something that held more personal interaction? Then again, I’m not the expert here.

It’ll be impossible to forget what happened for those two years, even after several weeks back home. The distance doesn’t help me separate myself from it any more than I already have.

I’ve been doing fine on my own. Even if less than four hours of sleep and nightmares that have you waking up screaming in a cold sweat isn’t exactly...normal. I think can manage eventually. We all have to.

Either way, I suppose a stranger's ramblings aren't all that interesting. For those that could care for whatever reason, my name is Jill.

Another virus has come and passed us by.

To those of you who are new to the community, I have a few questions for you. While I, myself, happily skipped this set of viruses, I'm sure others were not so lucky. But I digress - I understand a few of you have little patience to sit in front of your computer, or book and read over my words. On to the questions;

How has this viruses affected your life in your world? And how has it affected you?

Both positives and negatives, though I'm sure the negative may out weigh the positive. I would still enjoy to know.

[The video comes on. Winry doesn't look very good; pale, with reddened eyes. Possibly her nose is red, too.]

You know what they say. All good things come to an end. [Her voice is muffled and strained but she manages something like a smile.]

So, Envy, if you're out there, I'm coming for you.

( [Locked to Naoto, Al, Chase and Mello] )

( [Locked to Al] )

( [Locked to Merlin] )

( [Locked to Harry and Merlin] )

Ah... what's this virus I keep seeing everyone write about? I didn't notice anything unusual at all....

Hail and greetings, my online friends!  I am Zapp Brannigan, captain of the Nimbus BP-1729.  I am here to forge diplomatic ties between the DOOP and whatever nations you people represent.  If there are any pilots of any sort of vehicle online, then I would like to get to know you, seeing as I will undoubtebly be your commanding officer from hereon out. 

And as for any ladies, well...I'm ready whenever you're ready.

My god! You guys are a total riot! I don't think I've laughed this hard in centuries! Running around like a bunch of chickens with your heads cut off. Hilarious! I'm actually a little bit sad to see things have quieted down now...

You know, I should be pissed at the fact that you guys managed to cover up the Fullmetal Pipsqueak's recovery for this long, but since he's kinda important to Father's plans... I'll let that little matter slide. Just this once~♥

So, now that you're back to your "normal" self, Winry, you gonna hold up your end of the bargain, or what? You've kept me entertained for this long, but now it's time to get serious! Let's see which of us can find the good doctor first, shall we?

((OOC: Since I was on hiatus during the virus, I'll just assume that Envy wasn't affected and just quietly watched and laughed at the chaos on the community.))

Oh man...

A duck virus, you've got to be kidding me. The time I finally decide to log on and find out someone hacked into Capsule Corp. Well I got news for you pal, you won't find anything interesting here.

[Mutters.] Thank Kami mom's data is in the other computer. Man, she would have blown a basket.

Okay, I'm looking for the help forms here how to get rid of this thing, FAQs wasn't helpful. When did we get internet?

[You are now looking at Shelly, sitting on his sofa and idly stroking his cat's fur as he stares intently at the wall directly in front of him. Oh, if only that wall were Matt Engarde.]

... As if I needed a reminder of what I have to do... [His voice sounds rather strained, as if he's holding something back. Anger?] I needed no further incentive, and I most certainly did not need him to know any of what he knows.

[With a deep breath, he stands up and walks over to his desk.

... And he stares, mortified, at the webcam, as he realises it's recording. If you're particularly good at reading faces, you might very well notice that Shelly's is twitching. His eye and his mouth are trying their best to keep his entire being from exploding into assassin rage, and considering how pissed off he is right now, they're doing a rather good job.

Another deep breath and his voice comes out just as strained as before.]

... A worldhop. I would like to make negotiations as soon as possible. That is all.

[He turns the camera off. Let's hope he's calmed down by the time anyone replies.]

I don't suppose anyone has use for a pair of boy's pajamas printed with the WRO logo? They're quite unique, if nothing else -- I must say, I find them charming. Oh, and the fabric is flame retardant; it says so right here on the label. Size 4T.

Come on, surely someone needs them.

I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 100.

Was it just... ah.. just an illusion...? I wasn't aware the community could be so cruel.
And if it wasn't then... Well, I don't understand--!!

But it would be silly to blame something like a miscarriage on the community. I don't believe that.