Java woke up with a deep, heated blush on her face. She looked down at her pants and swore, "Not again." She grumbled in frustration. The dreams she was having about Arvis, which she believed to be entirely fictional and not happening in any reality, were starting to get out of hand; no pun intended.

After getting herself cleaned off from her unintentional nightly mess, she got back into the plane she's 'borrowed' and flew off towards the mountains. She still wasn't a hundred percent sure what she would find on the other side of the mountains, but she was all the way ready to find out.

She figured she had exactly enough fuel to get over the mountains and to whatever was on the other side of it. That is, assuming nothing went horribly wrong between now and when she got over.

So of course something went horribly wrong before she got over. Specifically, her flight had attracted a swarm of flying monsters. Not imps either, which Java could have probably handled or at least out flown. No, she was being followed by jet winged Ogres; a flock of five.

Java tried to get the plane moving as fast as she possibly could, but she realized pretty quickly just how impossible it was going to be to avoid getting blown out of the air. The best she could do was immediately head directly up before she could crash into the cliffs, causing two of the ogres to slam into the rocks and explode into grist.

Java flew as high up as she could, realizing that a laser shot from one of the ogres had caught the plane on fire. Knowing it was bound to explode when the flames reached the fuel, she cut the engine, jumping from the pilot seat and letting her Flight Pack keep her airborne.

The ogres who'd been pursuing her crashed into the plane, causing it to explode and kill them. Not all of them, Java realized to her misfortune. One of them had survived, though it was badly damaged, and tackled into her midair.

Thankfully it had taken enough damage to be killed pretty easily, Java knocking its block off with her brass knuckles. She then realized that she wasn't still floating. The tackle had damaged her flight pack, and she was in fact now falling.

Falling from remarkably high up. Higher than any human had reportedly survived falling from, and falling towards extremely hard, extremely jagged cliffs. Her blood turned to ice as she realized she didn't have anything to stop her.

The flight pack was broken, and Pilotsprite wasn't present to save her. Java felt herself begin to sob as she fell, the knowledge that she was about to die hitting her almost harder than her landing was about to.

She mentally apologized to all of her friends as she dropped, apologizing lastly to Arvis. The last thing to go through her head, other than the bones in her feet of course, was an actual admission to herself how much she wished she'd made the dreams she'd been having about Arvis a reality.

And then she landed. It would have been painful had she not died instantly from the impact. Had she been paying attention as she fell, she might have noticed that she hadn't been falling towards any ordinary rock though. No, she'd landed on an oddly flat stone, like a bed. It had a symbol carved into it that her remains were now covering, a symbol showing a wind current flowing; a symbol that was now glowing.


Risura was panting heavily as he staggered out of the tall grass, seeing the entrance to a massive dark cave. The jade blooded troll had been fighting his way through the grassy area for… he wasn't even sure how long at this point.

He was drenched in sweat, mud, crushed grass goop, and blood; both from himself and from monsters. Even as physically inclined as he was, he was still winded from all the combat he'd had to do to get here.

But he'd found it. He'd decided to find what the source of the laughing that could always be heard at least slightly on his planet. He'd done his best to ignore it up to now, but it was starting to grate on his nerves.

But now he was outside the cave where it seemed to be coming from. The laughter was no longer subtle, sounding like it was actually present physically rather than just as a small sound in the back of his mind.

He'd been planning on resting for at least an hour to make sure he was back in fighting form, his Cureall Clothing healing his body so he'd be ready by the time he'd go in, but he ended up only waiting a few minutes. The laughing, it was driving in mad, he had to know what was causing it. He walked into the cave, certain he could handle whatever was going to come out of it.

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Risura staggered out of the cave. He wasn't sure if he was conscious. He wasn't even sure he was alive. He was only entirely sure of one thing: He was laughing.


Arvis rushed into battle full of energy and vigor. He'd woken up from a wonderful dream, and between the rest and the mental pleasure, he was ready for an intense fight in whatever form it came to him in.

Today it happened to come in the form of a thirty foot golem made of steel and boiling plasma that had risen from one of the bloody rivers that ran through LoBaV, claws of silver and eyes all across its body.

Hook sword in one hand, hookshot in the other, Arvis charged in to attack, already working out how to bring the beast down without getting completely wasted along the way. He couldn't wait to finish defeating the monster.

He couldn't wait to tell Java about it.


Jeff had continued to explore the extent of his time powers. He could still only go back and forward so far, and twice more he came across that one future version of himself that was dressed in all red.

He tried to push his questioned to the back of his mind and focus on his mission. He managed to get the second key with minimal effort now that he could slow time to a crawl and just wail on the key keeper boss.

But as he went to get the third key, a thought occurred to him. If he could time travel, then he couldn't possibly be wasting time! So of course it was possible for him to spend time looking into how he would become that one future version of himself without wasting any time!

With that cleared up, he began jumping back and forth in the hopes of seeing himself again so he could ask himself what the deal was. Try as he might though, he couldn't find himself from the future or past again.

Actually, he couldn't find himself from the present either… he couldn't feel his body anymore. He looked down at his hands and saw nothing but red. Not like red cloth like future him had been wearing; his skin was red, like he'd become some glowing energy.

He couldn't feel himself anymore, but he could still feel. He could feel time. He could feel it moving around him, moving through him. Had he… had he somehow become time? Was he literally composed of it right now?

The only thing that kept him from freaking out at that thought was the knowledge that it wouldn't kill him. He'd seen his future self, so he couldn't die right now right? Unless… unless time could be changed by his time travel, and it was still possible for him to die.

It was this thought that made him panic and lose control. He shut his eyes tight, and when he opened them, he was a great many hundreds of years in the future. He didn't know where he was, the room was too dark, but he could hear voices, voices that he would eventually learn through talking with Aspico belonged to the Exiled who'd been talking to them all.

"God Tier? What's that?" A gruff, confused male voice asked. "It's the pinnacle of a player in this game," A smooth, intelligent sounding woman replied, "Every player has a special bed somewhere on their land called a Quest Bed. If a player dies on their Quest Bed, then they ascend and become a God Tier.

"All players can learn to use their classpect's powers without ascending, even master them, but as a god tier the powers are second nature even to those who never used them at all before their ascension. Well, for most. The Page will likely still have trouble."

"So.. it's a good thing the Rogue died?" The man asked. "Well, not good, but not necessarily horrible. It's potentially wonderful I would say," The woman explained. "God tier… are they immortal then?" A younger male voice asked curiously.

The woman giggled, "Well, yes and no. They aren't literal gods, as much as their powers might make it seem like they are. God tiers cannot die under most circumstances. They'll be revived after just a few seconds of being dead. They can still die under two circumstances: if the death is Heroic, or if it is Just.

"A heroic death is whenever the player dies doing something, well, heroic. Protecting someone, fighting for something righteous, or dying in a way that would make them a martyr.

"A Just death comes whenever the god tier dies after doing something evil. If the god tier has committed a heinous crime, done something cruel or evil, as is killed shortly after, they'll remain dead.

"If they change their ways, or aren't in control of their actions, then the Just-ness of the death can wear off over time, but if the death is happening as a direct result of their evil deeds, like revenge for example, then it doesn't matter how long after the deed it happens or even if the god tier changed their ways; it'll still be a Just death."

"I'm confused…" The young voice said, followed by more chuckles from the woman, "That's alright, you just worry about watching the Maid of Light progress. She learned about the Denizen right?"

"Yeah! It was super cool!"

Jeff wondered about this, and kept the thought of it in mind as he tried to focus on time again, trying to become time like he had before and return to a second after he left.

He missed his target by a few hours, and sighed, but honestly the timing was remarkable well; as the shifting surface of LoGaK had caused a stone bed with a gear on it to rise from the ground under his feet. He was now standing on what he could only assume was his Quest Bed.

Which raised the question: should he attempt to kill himself on it?


Mutosi looked at the gate in front of her. It was sure to lead to Risura's land unless she was critically misunderstanding how the gates worked. She hadn't thought she would find it so soon, but here it was.

She sighed, recalling what Patior had told her. He'd only told her as far as she knew, because he'd known she was the only one who'd be able to understand and agree that killing off the other players was necessary.

But there was one disagreement that she had with his line of thinking. Mutosi felt quite sure that it wasn't a team that would win, it would just be whoever the strongest players were; the final few alive at the end of the game.

And if this was true, then she couldn't allow anyone who would be willing to corrupt the new world they were trying to create with bullshit ideologies. Risura was one of those people. He couldn't be allowed to win.

She was going to have to kill him.