It was midnight, and he was alone.
He finally started writing. The mortal who was writing the story of my adventure finally had access to the open internet.
The politicians and officials of the geopolitical region in which he lived had assumed themselves to be in the place of me, a god, and completely blocked the international internet because of the protests of the rest of the mortals who were dissatisfied with the state of their economy.
He wrote, so that everyone would know that their God was aware of what was going on in that world.