A/N: Happy Easter all. Im planning to have the story continue in this format (this level of detail and pacing) until the OCs enter the medium, prototype things, and go god-tier. Then, depending on what you guys think, I could do a time skip until just before the black king boss battle. Then, we finally get to the Beta kids and trolls. Anyway, I hope to not disappoint any of you guys who reviewed, and hope that you like the new chapter. Rate and Review, as always, I own nothing save for the OCs.

While Chris was blacking out from blood-loss, Evan was finishing up with his killing spree on the other side of the planet.

Only one enemy soldier now remained, (mainly due to his heroic and valiant cowering behind a tree while all his co-workers were massacred by Evan). Looking around the clearing, enjoying the peace and quiet, Evan came to the conclusion that everyone was dead, as there were no more idiots aimlessly shooting at him. Sighing tiredly, he turned to walk back to the Winnebago, hoping that the damnable download had finished by now, before the serene silence was shattered by yet another gunshot, as a bullet whipped past his ear.

Snapping around, Evan glared at the treeline, looking for the last gunman before, oh wait.. there he is...

Dropping to one knee and sighting, Evan aligned the sights on the soldier's torso, after all, Evan's dad pounded it into his head that only fakey-fake actors and people that have never held a gun before aim for headshots. Thus, Evan sighted for center of mass and fired twice.

The enemy crumpled to the ground, and Evan walked back to the Winnebago, annoyed, and half-expecting to have to deal with another of these imbeciles in a few seconds.

Fortunately (for them) no more enemies came forward to attack, so Evan surmised that they were all dead, for real this time. Opening the door, Evan walked in, dropping his gun by the door, and grumbling all the while.

Feeling thirsty, he wandered over to the fridge and cracked it open. Using his backpack fetch modus, he captchalogued one of the filled stainless steel water bottles inside the fridge. Then, once it appeared inside his backpack, he reached inside to retrieve it. Drinking the cool water, he pondered once again his choice of modus. The backpack was rarely chosen by people due to its weight limitation, you could only captchalogue what you could carry. Most of the time, you would be stuck lugging around all your (heavy) captchalogued items all day, which, was...kind of a problem for most people.

Evan on the other hand, had grown to not mind the weight of all the junk he had in there... it only took him about...five, six years to condition his body to be used to the backpack's punishing weight.

He still fondly remembered how he started using the modus in the first place, it was the first one he had picked up to use, and his dad told him he couldn't have it because it was too heavy for him. Evan, naturally, responded by equipping it, captchaloguing a bunch of stuff, and proclaiming,

"It's not that heavy! I can deal with it."

His dad, exasperated, said,

"You'll get tired of the weight in a few hours, trust me. Then, you'll come back and whine about getting a different one. So can we skip your drama just this once? Get any other one. Seriously, Evan,"

To Evan, that was the equivalent of a duel invitation, an insult to his skill and man-hood. Challenge Accepted. Thus, he wandered around through his exercises and home (or Winnebago) schooling with the (very heavy) backpack modus equipped for the next few weeks, a defiant scowl on his face.

Still, pain was nothing compared to proving his dad wrong, so for five or so years he slaved away with the modus, day in, day out, before its burden lessened, and he found it easier and easier to bear.

Looking around the camper, his mood slightly improved by the fond memory, Evan saw that his laptop had a blinky light, indicative of an unread pesterchum message. Probably from Chris. Or, knowing the thief, more like four hundred unread messages.

Judging by his sudden exit from their chat, Evan would be surprised if Chris hadn't suffered an anxiety induced aneurysm in the meantime.

Steeling himself for the worst, Evan clambered back into his comfortable perch in the ball turret and opened up pesterchum... It seems that Chris did have a freakout, but for...reasons other than Evan's absence. Apparently, the kleptomaniac was...stabbed? ...and Bleeding out onto the floor!

That last one made Evan look twice. Yes indeed, he confirmed. It did indeed say that Chris was injured and in need of medical attention. That is why he spent his time messaging Evan for medical advice, instead of calling an ambulance...Because doing that makes PERFECT sense in Chris's delusional mind. At first, Evan was kind of baffled by Chris's foolishness in not seeking a real doctor, but, then again, Evan did treat his own injuries a few times in the past, maybe he could...walk Chris through treating a knife wound...over the internet.

Glancing at the machine-gun he was resting his computer on, Evan was once again reminded that he should get off his ass and load it...but then again, Chris was in trouble...Maybe later. Logging on to pesterchum, baffled as to how in the hell Chris could possibly manage to get himself stabbed in his own apartment, Evan began to respond to Chris's frantic posts.

-EnragedExtremist [EE] began pestering incoporealCriticist [IC]-

EE: Chris?

EE: You there?

EE: Did you pass out?

EE: If you did, make sure to let me know what happened when you wake up.

EE: Ill just be here...

EE: …

EE: *Whistling noises**taps foot**glances at watch*

IC: Okim on, no needto keepbeing so uppity

IC: soI gotstabbed and ohgod theres bloodeverywhere

IC: ithrew uptwice

IC: ohgod

IC: makethat three times

EE:Ok. Calm the hell down. Deep breaths. Respond once you are in a focused state of mind. Understood?

IC: ok Ithink, imgood now

EE: First, what happened? Where are you stabbed? Is there any immediate danger around you? Where are you? Can you reach a medic?

IC: ummm spadesslick stabbedme. In theshoulder, no, in myappartment, notoo poorfor a doctor.

EE: Im not even going to ask who spades slick is.

EE: What you need to do, in any case is to elevate the wound.

IC:whatdoes that mean

EE: LIFT. YOUR. ARM. ABOVE. YOUR. HEAD.

IC: ok thereno need tofreak outat me

EE: Excellent, now, how deep/wide is the wound?

IC: ummm letme grab a ruler

IC: Erm... about an inchwide

IC: Isthat bad

IC: AM IDYING

EE: CALM. THE. HELL. DOWN.

EE: Do you want my help or not?

EE: Now then, is it deep?

IC: Definedeep

Evan really wanted ho hit Chris right now. He took a deep breath, massaged his temples and continued.

EE: Can you see the bone? Or muscles or anything like that?

IC: errr...no

EE: Good.

EE: Judging by what you've told me, it looks like you'll have to sow it shut.

IC: Thatsounds painfull

EE: Man up, pain is weakness leaving the body.

EE: Do you have anything that you can stitch a wound with?

IC: wellfor sowingstuff Ihave needlesand thread thatIused for theblack harrassercosutme

IC:Impretty handywith sowingstuff

EE: Well, that's the only good news I've heard so far. So get your stuff threaded and ready to go, and we can start this.

Hopefully, Chris could at least thread a needle without causing some other disaster.

IC: okthere

IC: nowwhat?

EE: Now that you have a threaded needle, well, you know how you would stitch together two sheets of fabric? Well, you do the same thing here, stitch the two sides of the cut together. SPOILER ALERT: This will hurt like hell.

IC: gosh it'sjust so scaryhowdo Istart?

EE: Put the needle in your arm.

IC: OHMYGOD why wouldyou tellme to dothat

EE: Do what?

IC: IPUSHED THENEEDLE IN ANDI CANT SEEIT NOW

EE: You pushed the needle into your shoulder. All the way. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?

IC: youtoldme to

EE: I was giving you a verbal push to get on with it!How was I supposed to know that you would take it literally.

EE: At least it's sanitized, so you don't need to worry about getting an infection.

IC: yesright let'sgo withthat

EE: You didn't sanitize the needle, did you?

EE: Sigh, you know what? I'm not even surprised.

IC: isthatbad

EE: I don't even care anymore, lets just get on with this before I break something.

IC: canwe get theneedle outfirst?

EE: Fine. Go find a magnet or something. If you can't find that, then get the biggest knife that you can find.

IC:NONEED found amagnet!

EE: Is it a big magnet? We can't use a fridge magnet to pull it out.

IC: Yeah itsbig its likea barmagnet

EE: Why in the seven layers of hell do you own a bar magnet?

IC: itlooked fancyso I tookit

EE: Of course you did.

EE: Anyway, so, put it over your shoulder, and you should be able to pull out the needle the way it came.

IC: ITWORKED

IC: Itwas themost excruciatingexperience ofmylife

EE: Be quiet.

EE: You have the needle?

IC: yep

EE: Good.

EE: So, again, thread the needle, put it in your skin, and start sowing the wound shut.

EE: This Time,try not to bury the needle in your shoulder.

IC: hey, thatwasn't myfault. anywhoIm staritingnow

IC: Thismay takea while

EE: Alright then, I shall be on later.

-EnragedExtremist [EE] ceased pestering incoporealCriticist [IC]-

Evan could feel a migraine coming on after his chat with Chris. Hopefully the imbecile wouldn't kill himself by accident, they still needed him for their sburb session. Speaking of which...

Clicking out of pesterchum, and navigating to the sburb download window, Evan was pleased to see that (finally) the download was at one-hundred percent. Time to contact Chester.

-EnragedExtremist [EE] began pestering InquisitoralLogician [IL]-

EE: Chester, you there?

EE: The download is finished.

IL: Excellent. I'm done here as well. Do you know how things are on Chris's end?

EE: He's encountered some...technical difficulties.

IL: ...I see.

IL: Will he still be able to continue?

EE: In a half hour or so, he should be right as rain.

IL: That's good, at least.

IL: Say, have you been messaged by a...strange user recently?

EE: You mean Chris?

IL: No. Someone...its hard to explain. Just someone... unusual.

EE: I have no Idea what you are talking about, are you sure you don't mean Chris?

IL: I'm Positive.

EE: Well, the only people I talk to are you and Chris. So, no, I have not had contact with any other people recently.

IL: You sound like such a basement dweller when you talk like that.

EE: I am not a basement dweller. I do not even know what a basement is. Your false allegations are unfounded!

IL: Right... Are we going to set up the connection now?

EE: I guess so, I'm starting the game now.

IL: I already have it running, Ill wait for you.

-EnragedExtremist [EE] ceased pestering InquisitoralLogician [IL]-

Evan opened up the sburb game to be met with the house logo and a...lengthy loading screen. After it had ended, he clicked around to find a list of active players. There was only InquisitoralLogician, who was online as a server player. Evan double clicked on his user-name and pressed "connect".

Then...absolutely nothing happened for a few seconds. Soon, the loading screen of death and suffering appeared again. After it had loaded, Evan could see the game screen itself.

There was a room, with a bunch of tasteless and horrid decorations, and some...Spess Rangers...? Ok then, how much money did the Dev's need to blow to get the rights to feature Spess Rangers in sburb? Evan wasn't a money expert, but he was willing to bet it was quite a lot, and the better question being, why?

The whole place looked like some generic teen's bedroom of some sort. But why though, Evan wondered. Sburb was a building game, why was there all this... stuff here.

Then something in the deathly still room moved and Evan jumped a little. Upon further examination, something...no, someone was sitting at the computer station. The fellow had brown hair and... Evan could swear that his coat looked familiar. It looked like Chester's coat, from his profile pic. In fact, the fellow himself looked unnervingly similar to the person on Chester's pesterchum account photo. But, if this was Chester's room...then how...what...why. Evan was very freaked out by this turn of events. Then, his pesterchum beeped...