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ectoBiologist
[EB]
began pestering fraudantCreator
[FC]
at 6:12pm.
EB: ident check.
FC: What?
ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering fraudantCreator [FC] at 6:13pm.
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Twelve: twelve long sessions; years of searching for the others. Success rate: 0. John Egbert was a veteran player of Sburb, infamous within the community for his aptitude at mastering his allocated Aspect almost immediately, and for his reclusiveness. He never spoke to any other players. He would blaze through sessions almost unassisted, beating the Black King with minimal contributions from the others, even if they were God Tiers: then, without saying anything, or even sparing the other players a glance, he would jump into the Doorway to Infinity.
The greater Sburb community didn’t really know what his deal was. The most anyone had gotten out of him was one sentence, upon asking why he wouldn’t speak to anyone in their session. He turned his head, whispered the phrase “You are not the droids I’m looking for” and proceeded to clear a high-level dungeon in four minutes and thirteen seconds.
He was, in truth, on a mission. It wasn’t the usual variety of mission, where one could guess the time until the end-point; this was a mission that had the potential to continue forever.
He was on a mission to reunite with the players of the most unusual series of sessions ever played.
He was on mission to reunite with his friends.