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It was the one thing that had sealed all of your fates. From the Trolls who had failed their session, to the four young gods that had just come to existence. And now, with Noir chasing after you all you had little time to think. The new session had started and you stayed by the meteors of Derse in hiding as you awaited the day the new players might possibly reach you.

But just waiting can get boring after a while. So you began to explore the meteors hoping to find something worthwhile as you escaped death each day and waited for the new faces.

However it was only a matter of time before something went wrong. Everyone had tried to account for outside influences: Noir finding them, injuries, suddenly being visited by the new players, etc. But no one ever thought to worry about individual error.

Everyone was about to learn this the hard way; you most of all.