"Well, that's just depressing," said Abed flatly, finally pulling his hands away from his eyes.

If it really was real having it be grounded by reality's rules instead of fun adventure rules just sucked all the fun out of it.

He sat up, dragging himself over to lean back against a couch, holding his hand to his chest, still obviously in a bit of pain. Then he peeked down his shirt and quirked an eyebrow when he saw that the puncture wounds were already healing.

Then he looked at the ring on his hand, creating a rudimentary construct with it. Just a square. Apparently, it was fairly difficult to use.

"If this is real then I'm not human anymore, am I."

At least he was accepting the possibility of it being real now.

The construct disappeared.

"What species am I? Do I still have a heart or is it multiple heart-like organs? Am I immortal? If I'm immortal, is it the kind of immortal where the only way to kill me is chopping my head off? Does this mean I get a sword?"