Day 1, Post 5.

Please be there. Please be here soon. I just caught myself falling asleep, and jolted awake, and my heart is still racing. I swear I heard somewhere that you shouldn't sleep if you feel tired and warm on a cold day. Something about never waking up again. I don't want to die. Please be here. Even if you weren't the one who I meant, please. Anyone. I don't want to die.

Terror is still spiking through my fingers. Please. Anyone. Come. Save me. Bring a blanket.

Lol. This is so fake. 3/10 creepypasta. Do better. --CoolDucky You had me in the first half, not gonna lie. But you haven't even hinted at where you are. --CollapsedFool

It's called hYpOtHeRmIa dipshit --Brainfart

Day 1, Post 6.

Love you guys too. So I guess I'm actually alone in this place?

Ooooh is this gonna be interactive??? I'm so here. --Simulacrum Nah. I'm over there too. So's your mother. --ImBatman

Day 2, Post 1.

Good morning! I still haven't seen you, so I really don't know what to hope for at this point. I'm not gonna keep poring over this story giving you a play-by-play in the hope that you'll see it, but I hope to update you every once in a while when I get bored. Plus it hurts to bend my fingers. That's probably fine, but I don't want to type rn.

Anyway, this is me signing off for a while.

Booo! Tell me you got yourself in over your head without telling me literally that! -CoolDucky

Hmm. Checkov's gun much? --Simulacrum

Wait how is her phone not dead? Leave a phone battery out in the cold for a few hours and it discharges. --ImBatman

Day 2, Post 2.

Wow. That's... a good point. Thanks ImBatman.

If I'm really going to blog my experience in another world, I should really start from the beginning.

This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

My hands have warmed up and I can type painlessly again, so I suppose now;s as good a time as any to explain.

My name's Katherine. I grew up somewhere in suburbia (I'm not doxxing myself, even if I don't know if I'm ever getting home). Yesterday afternoon, going on a walk, I heard a voice in my head. Most of the time I just ignore it when that happens and take a nap until it passes, but this one was insistent, and singing a strange sort of song. Like drums, but it was all human voices. So I tried to sing along. As soon as I did, I could understand what it was saying, but I couldn't stop.

The words were terribly not English, but it was something along the lines of "...I will endeavor to always not be too crappy of a person. I accept the terms and conditions of my transportation as stated above, powers commensurate with the promises I have made, and fate connected with the life I live there, as offered to myself and all others like me. To signify this agreement, I begin my transport through the nearby door."

And a round part of reality started to look different, snowy trees where there had just been slimy leaves a minute ago.

Apparently, like me was more specific than just other people, because I haven't run into anyone else, from earth or otherwise.

When I stepped through the portal, the same voice in my head said something else, and somehow I understood it clearly.

Welcome, Traveller!

Connecting you to the system.

You have accepted no duties exceptional by your own standard.

You will be granted no powers that would be exceptional by your own standards.

[Shitty Post-Scarcity Origin] Any containers on your person when you acquire this skill do not deplete from normal usage.

1 Container affected: phone battery

[Crappy Technofeudal Origin] You can access two websites, based on which websites you have visited the most times.

Websites assigned: royalroad.com, youtube.com/watch?v=r8E0CbYZcjE

Of course, as a genre-savvy isekai fan, I immediately began trying to wrack my brain to find ways to exploit the ability to read webnovels and also use my phone a lot to acquire significant amounts of power, because I would never do anything as weaksauce as have an emotional breakdown while hoping my best friend would find a shitty blog (pls no use back arrow the other posts never happened).

After a while, I decided there's nothing. I can just read when I get bored.

As I wandered around today, looking for a sign of civilization and pondering my two incredible powers, I was struck by inspiration!

I can publish a blog and hope my family members or close friends will one day read it and figure out what happened to me. And since my phone will never die I can utilize my functionally unlimited internet access to keep the blog running as long as it takes. This is the true power of my incredibly synergistic skill combination! Eternal blogging!

Yes! This is in fact the only correct ordering of events! You trust me, dear reader. Please accept this as the one true chronology. Last night never happened.

That's a lot of words. Too bad I'm not reading them! --Coolducky Seriously??? You managed to go multiple posts without an unprompted lore dump. And now this??? --CollapsedFool You're using blue boxes all wrong! --AnthraxIsBestGirl