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Apollo:
Your spell becomes ready for a minor blast that will deal a small amount of damage within thirty seconds. More power will require longer preparation. What do you do?

Nyx:
The lenses do not give any information.

Everyone:
"Thank you," the man in blue says to Willow. "It is a nice coat, isn't it?"
He turns to Mazurn.
"I am not a vampire," he replies. "I am a human."
He then looks everyone over.
"I am the President of Triton Enterprises," he says at length. "The greeting was necessary because I needed to make sure that only you seven saw me. You are the last players to have entered the game. And you shall remain the last until further notice. This is because, sadly, something has happened. The exit protocol has been shut down, and we don't know why; the NPCs aren't acting as they should, and we don't know why; and when players die in the game, they die in reality, and we don't know why."
He pauses, waiting for reactions.

"So are we suppose to survive until you fix the problem, or do we have to figure out what is going on?" Mazurn said as he still held his sword ready, but interested in what else he had to say, if anything at all.

I dispel the energy from my spells upon hearing who the man is. "In other words, you are no longer in control of this world, and it's up to us to fix it. Is that the gist of what you're saying?" I say.

I heavily sigh, still somewhat sad that the bandaged dude is ignoring me, but hey, this blue guy just showed up.
"Hey Mr. Blue President? How much time do we have left? How much control do we have in here that we can possibly do something about this glitch?"

Everyone:
"Yes, the ID Lenses and the other GUI items will lose effectiveness over time due to this anomaly," the President says. "The players and NPCs do not respawn because of this, yes."
He looks at Willow.
"That presence was Zizal, the Raven God," he replies. "We don't understand why he reacted when you attempted to log out. However, the log out is unusable because the Exit Protocol is gone."
He looks around at everyone who asked about survival vs. helping.
"Both," he says. "We need as many players to remain alive as possible, but we cannot risk any more lives. Seeing as you were the last people to enter, I would like to ask you all to help us by attempting to find out what happened and try to fix it. As for knowing more than you should, your characters give you memories and knowledge from time to time. However, these pieces of information will grow increasingly more frequent as time progresses. Once you have been in the game for about a month, you will fail to remember reality and instead will believe yourself to be the person of this world, the character you made."
He looks at Branwen.
"You have no control," he replies. "You can only do what your character is capable of. Also, you will notice that you are all evenly matched. No one, not even Nyx or Willow, is stronger than anyone else at the current point in time. This may or may not change as you learn new skills in the future. Also, this infighting that I've noticed...stop it! It gets you nowhere! I am speaking mostly to you, Nyx, as you are the instigator of the majority of the fights! You cannot fight like this; you must work together in order to survive this ordeal! Any questions?!"
He is clearly agitated and is unlikely react well to retaliation of any kind.

"Well, would you have any idea of how we could fix these problems?" I ask.

I listen intently on the further explanations by the president and then shrug somewhat when he's done. I had nothing much to say. Plus I didn't want to bring too much attention to myself in case Layla really didn't want me here. I could sleep outside, but having an indoor option was nicer...