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"Should we invite Turing?" Deeno asked, pulling out his tome again. A page had filled out near the Friend Request section, although it only had Pyro's basic profile information. @PyroPhile

Deeno lowered his voice. "They mentioned that they changed how the magic works... I bet there's something to do with that."

"Certainly, but..." Deeno stood on tiptoe to look over the crowd. "I'm also curious about what they've changed."

He grinned, reaching out to shake the hand of his fellow ranger. "It's been a minute, Pyro."

Join your friend? Deeno circled yes - and a portal swirled to life in front of him. He stepped through and found himself on the other end of the plaza, face-to-face with Pyro. "Why hello there." He said.

main quest I'm not insane

oh yeah btw I beat the game

Edmin had been waiting at his PC for about an hour now, scrolling through what little remained of the open internet as he waited for QuestAdventure to finally reboot. Version 2.0, huh? Certainly the first edition had been massively successful and revolutionary, but he supposed at the end of the day it really didn't play much different from any other RPG - sometimes he'd even find himself playing old versions of Final Fantasy or Legend of Zelda in his Shared Space on the site. So he figured that the only reason the organization had shut down for an entire month of development after years of preparation was to completely reshape how it all played. It was exciting. This was exciting. 12:00, CST. Edmin began rapidly mashing the reload button, an old anxiety setting in as it took almost a whole minute from there to finally get the site to boot up in his browser. A part of him wanted to scroll through Information and see if they'd detailed any of the changes yet, but the anxiety wouldn't let him do anything other than create a new account. He went with an elven ranger for the time being. In version 1.0 it had been easy enough to reset his account and pick something new, so he figured he'd start with something familiar for now. Deeno_The_Fourth was his username - after all, this was his third reset. Then came the moment of truth: Login. Edmin - Deeno - punched in his brand-new username and password, and after a few moments of loading up the simulation, the Pure Augmentators connected to his brain and pulled him into QuestAdventure.org's world-famous Nexus. And just like that, he was immersed in a brand-new world. The layout was completely different from how he remembered it based on the minimap, but the central plaza where joining players spawned was just about the same: a sprawling field of cobblestones and shrubbery, with a massive fountain in the middle. Already, thousands upon thousands of people just like him were snapping into existence throughout the plaza, preceded only by a little sphere of light to indicate where they were going to appear. Deeno watched as the players also began to appear in the surrounding city: in the streets, by the shops, etc. Most likely the worldspawn radius had been drastically increased for the initial reboot. There were a million things to see right now, but for the time being Deeno was only concerned about one of them. He reached into his bag and brought out a little book, which expanded to the size of a tome when he tapped the gem emblazoned on the cover. Not many pages... yet. Deeno flipped to the last one and brought out a quill to fill out the prompt there. Send Friend Request Search Playerbase: ____________ Deeno began scratching into the empty space with the quill: PyroPhile. As he detailed the search, a myriad of images appeared on the page opposite the one he was writing in, along with - most importantly - their profile information. What do I put here? He smiled to himself and circled the PyroPhile232, dotting the end and closing the book to confirm his request.

"Will going back redo your curse?"

"Though I guess technically it might be more morally upright to just... incapacitate them?"

"Or a whole bunch of law enforcement officers die," Ayia clarified.

"Okay? Sure? That doesn't mean you get to leave." Ayia crossed her arms. "You're staying at least for until Al here comes to."

"The hell did I just say? Sit your ephemeral butt back down here."

Ayia rolled her eyes. "Relax, ghost boy. We're all still alive, huh? We can figure this out."