[b][h3]Universal Hub[/h3][/b]
The last thing you can remember is playing some game. After hitting start, things go all fuzzy. You must've fallen asleep at the keyboard or something. That must explain why you're feeling a bit tired. Your eyes groggily open to your new surroundings. It's very blue, reminiscent of tron certainly, but white instead of black. It's actually quite bright, and for most this would do nothing good on the eyes. It's an endless expanse of white and cyan, and there's no ground beneath you. Though there's no density to it, you can easily swim, and if you could fly, you're sure that would work as well. In fact, maybe you can fly. You can feel it- your body has changed. For some, the changes are minor. Others, their body is not only their's anymore. It's surprisingly un-ephemeral though, it feels that whatever's happening is happening for real. Or maybe it's just a really weird lucid dream. Who knows?

[b][h3][color=6ecff6]Cirka [/color]- Universal Hub[/h3][/b]
The young fairy boy yawned and groaned in annoyance as he woke up, not even bothering to open his eyes. "Urghh. Eye'm sleepin' here, Mom..." He complained. Getting no response though, Cirka decided something was up. He yawned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before checking his surroundings. It was quite bright, and gave off a very sterile feel, making him shield his eyes from all the bright white and cyan. He tried to get out of bed, but he couldn't. There was no bed. In fact, there was nothing under him! He scrambled to find something to hold, only to see he wasn't falling. He looked around to see why, but all he saw was some weird people.

He couldn't remember all of them, but judging by those he could, they were from videogames. Except Jack. He was from a comic. Also, he was evil, probably. Cirka tried to charge at the enemy, but when he moved his body, he realized it had changed. He quickly took stock of himself. His hair felt the same, though until he got a mirror he wouldn't be sure. He couldn't remember wear he had gotten his clothes, and he felt much shorter. There were two cool things about him now though. The wooden sword strapped to his side, and the icicle wings on his back. That explained why he wasn't falling. He quickly resumed his jack attack, flinging himself at the enemy with sword in hand, screaming at the top of his lungs.