[Something strange happens to their surroundings as they move as well - the cold cyberspace blocks become less blocklike and more buildinglike, until they're slanted, wobbly, off-kilter approximations of Ned's neighborhood. They still have words slathered all over them, but it's not just Ned's blog posts now, but other words from his memory - things his parents have said, things he's read about, reports he's written for school...
When city streets give way to dry desert - is every grain of sand a tiny letter? - and floating pyramids, it's rather abrupt. Ned skids to a stop, blinks at them, then turns around - only to be met with a wide, empty horizon and glaring, open sky. The city and its buildings are gone.
Well, okay then. He turns back and steps cautiously towards the pyramids, reaching out to absentmindedly place a hand on one.]
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When city streets give way to dry desert - is every grain of sand a tiny letter? - and floating pyramids, it's rather abrupt. Ned skids to a stop, blinks at them, then turns around - only to be met with a wide, empty horizon and glaring, open sky. The city and its buildings are gone.
Well, okay then. He turns back and steps cautiously towards the pyramids, reaching out to absentmindedly place a hand on one.]
These are all from that triangle guy...