Percival walks into the computer room of his home, as well furnished as it is it still bugs him how often he has to go into here. It used to be when people played in the real world, no more, he rubs the temples of his forhead as he sits down into his armchair. Times have changed however, and he has to move with them, reluctantly he made a Navi just last night however as a way of rebelling he made it exactly like him in everyway so at least something will remain human about all of this. He speaks silently, his voice a hoarse whisper, to the empty room
"computers, accursed things, what ever happened to meeting people in real life and doing real life activities. *Sigh*, well that time has apparently passed, I pray it comes again in my lifetime...I miss shooting people for real, well the program is finished lets see the Navi-me in action"
he finishes his rant with a loud sigh as he jacks into the net...