After everyone woke up a meeting as arranged inside of the guild base, there was no time to admire the fine craftsmanship and tiled floors.

  "JohnWillStab: Right... I'm sure we are all pretty overwhelmed by what's going on... so let's try and figure out a basic game plan."

  "Bonifacius: I think that our top priority should be the NPC situation - after all, judging from the global chat nobody else had the cross-reality abilities we discovered."

  "JohnWillStab: Yeah, I agree - what about you guys?"

  "XxFoxlyxX: Personally, I'm still struggling to accept they're real - so I think our sense of small and stuff takes priority."

  "?: Logically speaking, none of the two strange things that took place make any sense... but both the hangover and the smell/taste was real - so I think we should entertain the idea that NPCs are sentient, making them our top concern."

  XxFoxlyxX looks at ? with a surprised look.

  "XxFoxlyxX: Heh, never expected you to be somone who values human life."

  "?: What do you mean!? Of course I do!"

  "Bromy: I for one think the NPCs should take priority, I can't wait to see if any of their biology changed..."

  Bromy looked out into spece whilest dreaming of #### ####### #### the #### until it resembled a ##### with #####

  "XxFoxlyxX: ..."

  "?: ..."

  "Bonifacius: ..."

  "JohnWillStab: ..."

  "Bromy: I feel the self-writing emotes will doom me one day..."

  "JohnWillStab: Why did it get censored out?"

  Bromy shrugged.

  "Bromy: Who knows."

  "JohnWillStab: In any case, I guess we should focus on NPCs for now, though, Foxly I'll have a job for you in regards our "abilities""

  XxFoxlyxX raised an eyebrow.

  "XxFoxlyxX: A job?"

  "JohnWillStab: I'll explain later."

  "JohnWillStab: Now then, what exactly should we do about the NPCs?"

  "Bromy: I can't see them surviving long-term with the chaotic nature of players, so unless we keep them locked-away, they're screwed."

  "Bonifacius: Perhaps if we inform the players of the state of affairs they could stop their assults on the NPCs?"

  "JohnWillStab: Well, aside from everyone calling us crazy, even if one in 100 players is a sadist like that Olivionion guy..."

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  A shiver went down JohnWillStab's spine.

  "?: What about... like... if we build a massive wall... and wall the NPCs in?"

  "Bonifacius: That idea doesn't sound too wrong, though I can see that being seen as an act of imprisonment, plus the walls would fall eventually..."

  "XxFoxlyxX: Just stick them in the weeaboo walls." he stated jokingly.

  "JohnWillStab: ...The what?"

  "Bonifacius: A long time ago, the game developers led a competition to see which new type of zone would appear... the vote... came in and the devs were quite dissapointed."

  XxFoxlyxX errupted into laugher.

  "XxFoxlyxX: THEY VOTED FOR THE MOST CRINGY WEEABOO ZONE!!!"

  "?: Yeah, they even had the pink trees and rice-fields."

  "Bromy: I liked the zone :/"

  "Bonifacius: Whatever the case, the zone is locked away with a massive wall, located in one of the harshest zones in the world, guarded by powerful monsters to keep any players out."

  "?: Yeah, nobody can get inside for more than a split-second before dying or getting teleported out."

  "JohnWillStab: ...But if we made it inside..."

  "Bonifacius: No, I can't see that working out..."

  "?: Same..."

  "JohnWillStab: What if we buff the NPCs to make sure they can't die?

  "Bromy: You'd be making the torturer's job easier."

  "JohnWillStab: So, maybe the solution is to... y'know..."

  JohnWillStab looked away from the party realising that there was only one solution that was a 100% guarenteed solution.

  "Bromy: I think we can all agree that we have no clue what's going on right now."

  "Bromy: I think that the best outcome is for the NPCs to just pop back to their role as NPCs, though we're in no position to make that decision for them."

  "?: I say we hand them some gold and some loot and drop the off in some town."

  "JohnWillStab: How does that solve our problem?"

  "?: Well, being a nice person aside, why are we obligated to help them?"

  Nobody replied, they all knew she had a point.

  "?: I hope you remember we are just one, 5-man guild! I'm sad to say that we havn't managed to refine your optimism into a fuel with which we will defent the NPCs."

  "JohnWillStab: So we should just let them get killed?"

  ? let out an aggrivated sigh.

  "?: They have cities with giant wall and guards, John - we aren't the gods of their world and we aren't obligated to do anything for them."

  "Bromy: True, though we can't argue with the fact that we are in a position of power when compared to them."

  "?: Yes, and as people with computers to play this game we are all in a position of financial power to donate to some poor country, but we don't."

  An even longer silence filled the room.

  "JohnWillStab: I guess you're right..."

  "?: Exactly."

  "JohnWillStab: It was a bit stupid of me to assume we have some sort obligation to deal with this."

  "Bromy: Yup."

  "Bonifacius: Tis not something which brings me joy... but we are just 5 people."

  "JohnWillStab: I understand, I've been pressuring the whole guild into my abitious goals."

  While nobody said anything, there were no objections.

  John stood up from his seat.

  "JohnWillStab: I will do no such thing anymore."

  He headed through the door and towards the outside, playing the /bye emote before going downstairs.

  "Bonifacius: It would appear we crushed his spirit completely..."

  "?: He needed a slap from reality, and you know it."

  "XxFoxlyxX: I guess you're right."

  "Bromy: Oh he got a slap from reality, though I don't know if you got the outcome you wanted..."

  "?: What do you mean?"

  "Bromy: Check the player list in our guild."

  Quickly everyone in the party opened the guild roster and noticed that it only had four names within.

  "?: That son of a b#*ch!"

  "Bromy: I guess he must've been really passionate about the topic of helping the NPCs."

  "Bonifacius: We need to go after him!"

  "XxFoxlyxX: I'll message him!"

  Foxly tried to message JohnWillStab only to be greeted by an error.

  "This player has made his friendslist and private messages: private."

  "XxFoxlyxX: He privated his friends list."

  The guild roster went down by another name.

  "?: Fine, I'm out too. Lemme know when the attention seeker comes back."

  With that she teleported out (and set her friends list to private).

  The three players, Bonifacius, Bromy, XxFoxlyxX exhanged a look before falling silent for a while.

  "Bromy: I'm not leaving."

  Bromy shrugged as he stood up and headed to the lab.

  "XxFoxlyxX: Well... guess I'll try and track them down..." he stood up and headed towards the door.

  "Bonifacius: I suppose I shall go help the two-dozen NPCs awaiting our help..."