"I don't understand who makes these workbooks," declared the teenager, dropping her ballpen onto the desk next to all her schoolbooks. 

Did people in America or Britain actually tell others that "the bear was underneath the palm tree" instead of "the bear were underneath the palm tree" whenever they were talking to each other? Hopefully not; otherwise she was definitely not planning any holidays to Europe in the future. She was also pretty sure that Europe didn't have palm trees, unless Japanese Wikipedia was lying to her. Maybe it was, but Makoto was busy browsing the ALO forums to see if others had the same problems with the login server as her instead of browsing the Korean Wikipedia. From what she was reading, it seemed that all the players seeking to participate in the Easter event were placing quite a strain upon Ymir's servers.

Pushing her swivel chair away from her desk, Makoto spun a hundred and eighty degrees to face her bed, where the previously discarded AmuSphere was sitting solemnly upon the blue mattress. It stared at her with sad, nonexistent eyes, as if begging her to put it on so that she could enter the world of Alfheim once more as AntoniusPius, the Púca violinist/cellist that had yet to find a money-making guide on the ALO Wiki that properly worked. Her left eye twitched. If she was going to dive into the game today, then the login server better accept her. She was not willing to deal with more "retrying in thirty seconds" when she could do other things like read through her copy of [i]Antony and Cleopatra[/i] for the sixteenth time this month.

"I am growing extremely impatient," she whispered to the device as she grabbed it. "So do not fail me."

Without any further hullabaloo, the teenager jammed it onto her head.

[I]...

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Welcome back to ALfheim Online.[/i]