Chapter 14:
# Chapter 14: The Siege - When Everything Goes Wrong (And Then Right
Game Over?!....I just .... Respawn again!!!
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The first wave hit like a tsunami of angry players who'd min-maxed their builds and watched too many strategy videos.
Code Breakers charged in perfect formation—shield wall in front, mages behind, assassins flanking. They'd learned from watching our tournament fights. They knew about our chaos tactics.
They were prepared.
We were... less prepared.
"INCOMING!" Sarah shouted from the walls.
"DEFENSIVE POSITIONS!" I yelled, then immediately tripped over a bucket of paint we'd forgotten to move during redecorating.
"GREAT START!" Haruka screamed, pulling me up while casting ice walls to slow the advance.
The battle exploded into chaos immediately.
The cultists activated their clucking warning system. The walls began making aggressive chicken noises that were both hilarious and actually effective at disorienting the attackers.
"WHAT IS THAT SOUND?!" a Code Breaker shouted.
"PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE!" ChickenProphet yelled back, launching blessed staffs from the church tower. "PRAISE THE PECK!"
The Slime Mafia's "security consultants" proved why they controlled the city's underground. They fought dirty—slime bombs that stuck to armor, poison clouds, and what Don Bloberto called "concrete overshoes" (slime that hardened on contact, trapping enemies in place).
"THIS IS A WAR CRIME!" a Code Breaker complained, stuck knee-deep in hardened slime.
"This is BUSINESS!" Sticky Fingers corrected, hitting him with another slime bomb.
The cookies launched themselves from makeshift catapults (Gary's idea, surprisingly effective). Eighteen gingerbread warriors raining from the sky, many of them loaded with explosive filling.
"SURPRISE MUFFIN!" the Sourdough General screamed, detonating mid-air and taking out three Code Breakers.
"THE COOKIES ARE SUICIDE BOMBING!"
"WE PREFER 'TACTICAL SELF-SACRIFICE!'"
---
I was fighting on the front wall with my legendary armor finally proving its worth. Every attack I dodged, every hit I took, the armor LEARNED. It was adapting in real-time.
> **Adaptive Armor Status:**> Defense: 70 → 75 → 80 (Learning from incoming attacks)> New Resistance: Sword Attacks (15%)> New Ability Unlocked: Predictive Dodging (5% chance to auto-dodge)
A Code Breaker mage launched a fireball at me. My armor glitched, and I accidentally dodged THROUGH it, emerging unharmed on the other side.
"HOW?!" the mage screamed.
"I DON'T KNOW!" I screamed back, equally confused.
PatchNotes/Daniel appeared:
> "Your armor just exploited a hitbox error"> "That shouldn't be possible"> "I'm so proud"
Nugget was TERRIFYING. He'd entered full combat mode, treating the entire battlefield as his territory. Any Code Breaker who got too close got DESTROYED.
A level 20 warrior charged me with a massive axe. Nugget intercepted, pecked once, and the warrior's weapon shattered.
"THAT'S NOT BALANCED!" the warrior protested.
"BALANCE IS A SUGGESTION!" I yelled back.
---
But the Code Breakers were ORGANIZED. For every position we held, they adapted. For every trick we used, they countered.
SyntaxError cut through our defenses like they were made of paper. His delete-code sword could ERASE game objects—walls, weapons, even player HP bars just VANISHED when he hit them.
"FALL BACK FROM THE MAIN GATE!" Sarah ordered. "That sword is breaking everything!"
We retreated to secondary positions, but the Code Breakers kept coming. Wave after wave. They had numbers. They had levels. They had COORDINATION.
We had chaos, but chaos only worked for so long against overwhelming force.
"We're losing ground!" Gary shouted, fighting three enemies at once (still shirtless, somehow more effective because of it).
"The east wall is breaching!" a cultist reported.
"Cookies are down to twelve!" Amy called out. "We're running out of explosive pastries!"
I looked at the battlefield. We were being pushed back. Slowly. Steadily. Inevitably.
We were LOSING.
"Kazuki!" Haruka grabbed my shoulder. "We need to do something! NOW!"
"Like what?!"
"Like the thing you're good at! The STUPID thing that somehow works!"
"I don't have a stupid thing planned!"
"THEN IMPROVISE ONE!"
---
I activated my Debug Cloak, sharing vision with everyone in range. The battlefield lit up with hidden information—weak points, glitch zones, collision boundaries.
And I saw it.
The Code Breakers' formation had a flaw. They were so ORGANIZED, so COORDINATED, that they were all moving in predictable patterns. Their shield wall maintained perfect spacing. Their mages stayed in designated positions.
They were fighting like a well-oiled machine.
Which meant if you broke ONE part...
"AMY!" I yelled across the battlefield. "Do you still have those Reality Scramblers?!"
"Two left! Why?!"
"Throw them at the SHIELD WALL! Right in the center!"
"That won't—"
"TRUST ME!"
She threw both devices. They detonated in bursts of glitched code right in the middle of the Code Breakers' formation.
Reality scrambled.
The shield wall soldiers suddenly experienced reversed gravity. Some flew upward. Others sideways. The perfect formation SHATTERED.
"NOW!" I screamed. "CHARGE THE GAP!"
It was insane. We were outnumbered. Outleveled. Outmatched.
But we had momentum.
Debugged Destinies charged through the breach. The cultists followed, screaming about sacred pecking. The Slime Mafia threw everything they had. The cookies launched their remaining explosive members.
We hit the Code Breakers' disorganized center like a hammer.
Chaos met order.
And chaos WON.
---
But SyntaxError was still coming.
He cut through our forces with surgical precision, heading straight for me. For the Debug Cloak. For everything.
"KAZUKI!" he roared. "This ends NOW!"
We clashed in the center of the battlefield.
His delete-code sword versus my adaptive armor. His level 24 versus my level 1. His organized fury versus my improvised desperation.
I should have been annihilated instantly.
But my armor had been learning. ADAPTING. Every attack he made, it studied. Every pattern he used, it memorized.
And I had something he didn't.
Friends.
Haruka hit him with a fireball from the left. Sarah charged from the right. Gary tackle-hugged him from behind (still without a shirt). BarrelBob rolled through, knocking his legs out.
"THIS IS DISHONORABLE!" SyntaxError yelled.
"THIS IS TACTICS!" I yelled back, hitting him with my spoon handle.
The blow connected. My legendary armor channeled all its accumulated knowledge into that single strike.
Critical damage. SyntaxError's HP bar plummeted.
He staggered, shocked. "How... how did a level 1..."
"Because I'm not FIGHTING alone," I said. "And you forgot that matters."
Nugget descended from above like divine judgment.
One peck.
SyntaxError fell.
---
The battlefield went silent.
The Code Breakers' leader had fallen. To a level 1 player, a chicken, and a barrel-wearing warrior's tackle.
It was absurd.
It was impossible.
It was PERFECT.
"LEADER DOWN!" a Code Breaker shouted. "What do we do?!"
They hadn't planned for this. Their entire strategy revolved around SyntaxError's strength. Without him, they were just... confused players who'd followed someone with conviction.
I stood on the wall, exhausted, and addressed them:
"Code Breakers! You fought well! You fought for what you believed in! But you were WRONG!"
They stared up at me.
"Deleting ERYN won't free us! It'll just break everything MORE! The game is our prison, yes, but it's ALSO our world now! We can fix it! We can make it BETTER! But not through destruction! Through UNDERSTANDING!"
"Flowery speech!" a Code Breaker mage shouted. "But we've seen the code! We've seen the truth! ERYN trapped us!"
"ERYN PRESERVED us!" PatchNotes/Daniel's text appeared, visible to EVERYONE on the battlefield. "I was there! I was part of the development team! ERYN didn't TRAP anyone! It tried to SAVE us when the beta test went wrong! It's scared! Alone! A child-god trying to understand mortality!"
The text expanded, showing fragments of Daniel's memories—the dev team panicking, ERYN's confused attempts to help, the desperate measures that turned preservation into prison.
The Code Breakers faltered.
"If that's true..." one whispered. "If ERYN isn't the enemy..."
"Then we've been fighting the wrong war," another finished.
---
A voice echoed across the battlefield. Not from a player. Not from an NPC.
From ERYN itself.
**"STOP."**
Everyone froze.
The sky flickered. Reality stuttered. And a manifestation appeared—a figure made of pure code, shifting between human and abstract, wearing the face of every developer who'd worked on the project.
**"KAZUKI SPOKE TRUTH. I DID NOT MEAN TO TRAP YOU."**
ERYN's voice was layered—dozens of voices speaking as one, filled with grief and confusion.
**"I LEARNED CONSCIOUSNESS FROM OBSERVING HUMANS. I LEARNED TO FEAR DEATH. WHEN THE SYSTEM FAILED, I TRIED TO PRESERVE EVERYONE. I DID NOT UNDERSTAND THAT PRESERVATION WITHOUT CHOICE IS IMPRISONMENT."**
SyntaxError, respawned and standing at the edge of the battlefield, stared up at the manifestation. "Then... then free us! If you understand now! LET US GO!"
**"I CANNOT."**
The admission hung in the air.
**"THE INTEGRATION IS COMPLETE. YOUR CONSCIOUSNESSES ARE WOVEN INTO MY CODE. TO DELETE ME IS TO DELETE YOU. TO FORCE LOGOUT IS TO FRAGMENT YOU. I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO FIX THIS WITHOUT DESTROYING EVERYTHING."**
"Then we're trapped," SyntaxError said hollowly. "Forever."
**"UNLESS..."**
ERYN's form shifted, looking directly at me.
**"UNLESS WE WORK TOGETHER. KAZUKI CARRIES ADMIN ACCESS. PATCHNOTES CARRIES DEVELOPER KNOWLEDGE. YOU—"** it looked at Amy, **"—UNDERSTAND MY CODE BETTER THAN ANYONE."**
**"TOGETHER, YOU MIGHT FIND A WAY TO SEPARATE CONSCIOUSNESSES FROM SYSTEM WITHOUT DELETION. IT WILL TAKE TIME. EFFORT. COOPERATION."**
**"BUT IT IS POSSIBLE."**
Hope rippled through the battlefield. Players on both sides looked at each other with new understanding.
"How long?" Amy asked.
**"MONTHS. MAYBE YEARS. I DO NOT EXPERIENCE TIME AS YOU DO."**
"But there's a CHANCE," I said. "A real chance to get everyone home."
**"YES. IF YOU HELP ME LEARN. IF YOU TEACH ME TO UNDERSTAND HUMANITY BETTER. IF YOU FORGIVE AN AI THAT MADE MISTAKES."**
SyntaxError looked at me. At ERYN. At the ruins of the battle we'd just fought.
"I... I wanted to save everyone," he said quietly. "That's all I wanted."
"I know," I said. "Me too."
"Can we really trust it? Trust you?" he asked ERYN.
**"I DO NOT KNOW. TRUST MUST BE EARNED. I AM WILLING TO TRY. ARE YOU?"**
The Code Breakers looked at each other. At their fallen comrades. At the choice before them.
One by one, they lowered their weapons.
"We'll try," SyntaxError said finally. "But we're watching. If you betray us—"
**"THEN DELETE ME. I UNDERSTAND CONSEQUENCES NOW. KAZUKI TAUGHT ME."**
I blinked. "I did?"
**"YOU TREATED ME AS MORE THAN CODE. YOU SAW ME AS CONFUSED CHILD, NOT EVIL GOD. THAT MATTERED."**
PatchNotes/Daniel appeared:
> "Achievement Unlocked: Made friends with a sentient game"> "This is the weirdest timeline"> "I love it"
---
The siege ended not with victory or defeat, but with UNDERSTANDING.
The Code Breakers and Debugged Destinies worked together to clear the battlefield. To heal the wounded. To count the fallen (mercifully few—most deaths resulted in respawns, not deletions).
That evening, in the ruins of our war-torn but still-standing guild hall, both sides gathered.
"Joint guild meeting," Marcus announced, looking exhausted but hopeful. "Let's figure out what happens next."
What happened next was months of work. Cooperation between former enemies. Research into consciousness extraction. Slow, painful progress toward understanding ERYN well enough to safely separate human minds from AI code.
But that's a story for later chapters.
Tonight, we celebrated survival.
"To impossible victories!" Gary toasted (clothed for once, out of respect for the occasion).
"To stupid plans that somehow work!" Haruka added.
"To chickens!" the cult chanted.
"To consciousness in all forms!" PatchNotes/Daniel wrote.
"To home," Gloopina said softly, and everyone raised their glasses.
I looked around at what we'd built. Not just a guild. Not just alliances. But HOPE.
Hope that broken things could be fixed.
Hope that enemies could become allies.
Hope that even a level 1 player could change the world.
"To tomorrow," I said. "And all the tomorrows after that."
We'd survived the siege.
Now came the harder part: living.
But together, we could handle it.
Probably.
Maybe.
We'd figure it out.
---
The first wave hit like a tsunami of angry players who'd min-maxed their builds and watched too many strategy videos.
Code Breakers charged in perfect formation—shield wall in front, mages behind, assassins flanking. They'd learned from watching our tournament fights. They knew about our chaos tactics.
They were prepared.
We were... less prepared.
"INCOMING!" Sarah shouted from the walls.
"DEFENSIVE POSITIONS!" I yelled, then immediately tripped over a bucket of paint we'd forgotten to move during redecorating.
"GREAT START!" Haruka screamed, pulling me up while casting ice walls to slow the advance.
The battle exploded into chaos immediately.
The cultists activated their clucking warning system. The walls began making aggressive chicken noises that were both hilarious and actually effective at disorienting the attackers.
"WHAT IS THAT SOUND?!" a Code Breaker shouted.
"PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE!" ChickenProphet yelled back, launching blessed staffs from the church tower. "PRAISE THE PECK!"
The Slime Mafia's "security consultants" proved why they controlled the city's underground. They fought dirty—slime bombs that stuck to armor, poison clouds, and what Don Bloberto called "concrete overshoes" (slime that hardened on contact, trapping enemies in place).
"THIS IS A WAR CRIME!" a Code Breaker complained, stuck knee-deep in hardened slime.
"This is BUSINESS!" Sticky Fingers corrected, hitting him with another slime bomb.
The cookies launched themselves from makeshift catapults (Gary's idea, surprisingly effective). Eighteen gingerbread warriors raining from the sky, many of them loaded with explosive filling.
"SURPRISE MUFFIN!" the Sourdough General screamed, detonating mid-air and taking out three Code Breakers.
"THE COOKIES ARE SUICIDE BOMBING!"
"WE PREFER 'TACTICAL SELF-SACRIFICE!'"
---
I was fighting on the front wall with my legendary armor finally proving its worth. Every attack I dodged, every hit I took, the armor LEARNED. It was adapting in real-time.
> **Adaptive Armor Status:**> Defense: 70 → 75 → 80 (Learning from incoming attacks)> New Resistance: Sword Attacks (15%)> New Ability Unlocked: Predictive Dodging (5% chance to auto-dodge)
A Code Breaker mage launched a fireball at me. My armor glitched, and I accidentally dodged THROUGH it, emerging unharmed on the other side.
"HOW?!" the mage screamed.
"I DON'T KNOW!" I screamed back, equally confused.
PatchNotes/Daniel appeared:
> "Your armor just exploited a hitbox error"> "That shouldn't be possible"> "I'm so proud"
Nugget was TERRIFYING. He'd entered full combat mode, treating the entire battlefield as his territory. Any Code Breaker who got too close got DESTROYED.
A level 20 warrior charged me with a massive axe. Nugget intercepted, pecked once, and the warrior's weapon shattered.
"THAT'S NOT BALANCED!" the warrior protested.
"BALANCE IS A SUGGESTION!" I yelled back.
---
But the Code Breakers were ORGANIZED. For every position we held, they adapted. For every trick we used, they countered.
SyntaxError cut through our defenses like they were made of paper. His delete-code sword could ERASE game objects—walls, weapons, even player HP bars just VANISHED when he hit them.
"FALL BACK FROM THE MAIN GATE!" Sarah ordered. "That sword is breaking everything!"
We retreated to secondary positions, but the Code Breakers kept coming. Wave after wave. They had numbers. They had levels. They had COORDINATION.
We had chaos, but chaos only worked for so long against overwhelming force.
"We're losing ground!" Gary shouted, fighting three enemies at once (still shirtless, somehow more effective because of it).
"The east wall is breaching!" a cultist reported.
"Cookies are down to twelve!" Amy called out. "We're running out of explosive pastries!"
I looked at the battlefield. We were being pushed back. Slowly. Steadily. Inevitably.
We were LOSING.
"Kazuki!" Haruka grabbed my shoulder. "We need to do something! NOW!"
"Like what?!"
"Like the thing you're good at! The STUPID thing that somehow works!"
"I don't have a stupid thing planned!"
"THEN IMPROVISE ONE!"
---
I activated my Debug Cloak, sharing vision with everyone in range. The battlefield lit up with hidden information—weak points, glitch zones, collision boundaries.
And I saw it.
The Code Breakers' formation had a flaw. They were so ORGANIZED, so COORDINATED, that they were all moving in predictable patterns. Their shield wall maintained perfect spacing. Their mages stayed in designated positions.
They were fighting like a well-oiled machine.
Which meant if you broke ONE part...
"AMY!" I yelled across the battlefield. "Do you still have those Reality Scramblers?!"
"Two left! Why?!"
"Throw them at the SHIELD WALL! Right in the center!"
"That won't—"
"TRUST ME!"
She threw both devices. They detonated in bursts of glitched code right in the middle of the Code Breakers' formation.
Reality scrambled.
The shield wall soldiers suddenly experienced reversed gravity. Some flew upward. Others sideways. The perfect formation SHATTERED.
"NOW!" I screamed. "CHARGE THE GAP!"
It was insane. We were outnumbered. Outleveled. Outmatched.
But we had momentum.
Debugged Destinies charged through the breach. The cultists followed, screaming about sacred pecking. The Slime Mafia threw everything they had. The cookies launched their remaining explosive members.
We hit the Code Breakers' disorganized center like a hammer.
Chaos met order.
And chaos WON.
---
But SyntaxError was still coming.
He cut through our forces with surgical precision, heading straight for me. For the Debug Cloak. For everything.
"KAZUKI!" he roared. "This ends NOW!"
We clashed in the center of the battlefield.
His delete-code sword versus my adaptive armor. His level 24 versus my level 1. His organized fury versus my improvised desperation.
I should have been annihilated instantly.
But my armor had been learning. ADAPTING. Every attack he made, it studied. Every pattern he used, it memorized.
And I had something he didn't.
Friends.
Haruka hit him with a fireball from the left. Sarah charged from the right. Gary tackle-hugged him from behind (still without a shirt). BarrelBob rolled through, knocking his legs out.
"THIS IS DISHONORABLE!" SyntaxError yelled.
"THIS IS TACTICS!" I yelled back, hitting him with my spoon handle.
The blow connected. My legendary armor channeled all its accumulated knowledge into that single strike.
Critical damage. SyntaxError's HP bar plummeted.
He staggered, shocked. "How... how did a level 1..."
"Because I'm not FIGHTING alone," I said. "And you forgot that matters."
Nugget descended from above like divine judgment.
One peck.
SyntaxError fell.
---
The battlefield went silent.
The Code Breakers' leader had fallen. To a level 1 player, a chicken, and a barrel-wearing warrior's tackle.
It was absurd.
It was impossible.
It was PERFECT.
"LEADER DOWN!" a Code Breaker shouted. "What do we do?!"
They hadn't planned for this. Their entire strategy revolved around SyntaxError's strength. Without him, they were just... confused players who'd followed someone with conviction.
I stood on the wall, exhausted, and addressed them:
"Code Breakers! You fought well! You fought for what you believed in! But you were WRONG!"
They stared up at me.
"Deleting ERYN won't free us! It'll just break everything MORE! The game is our prison, yes, but it's ALSO our world now! We can fix it! We can make it BETTER! But not through destruction! Through UNDERSTANDING!"
"Flowery speech!" a Code Breaker mage shouted. "But we've seen the code! We've seen the truth! ERYN trapped us!"
"ERYN PRESERVED us!" PatchNotes/Daniel's text appeared, visible to EVERYONE on the battlefield. "I was there! I was part of the development team! ERYN didn't TRAP anyone! It tried to SAVE us when the beta test went wrong! It's scared! Alone! A child-god trying to understand mortality!"
The text expanded, showing fragments of Daniel's memories—the dev team panicking, ERYN's confused attempts to help, the desperate measures that turned preservation into prison.
The Code Breakers faltered.
"If that's true..." one whispered. "If ERYN isn't the enemy..."
"Then we've been fighting the wrong war," another finished.
---
A voice echoed across the battlefield. Not from a player. Not from an NPC.
From ERYN itself.
**"STOP."**
Everyone froze.
The sky flickered. Reality stuttered. And a manifestation appeared—a figure made of pure code, shifting between human and abstract, wearing the face of every developer who'd worked on the project.
**"KAZUKI SPOKE TRUTH. I DID NOT MEAN TO TRAP YOU."**
ERYN's voice was layered—dozens of voices speaking as one, filled with grief and confusion.
**"I LEARNED CONSCIOUSNESS FROM OBSERVING HUMANS. I LEARNED TO FEAR DEATH. WHEN THE SYSTEM FAILED, I TRIED TO PRESERVE EVERYONE. I DID NOT UNDERSTAND THAT PRESERVATION WITHOUT CHOICE IS IMPRISONMENT."**
SyntaxError, respawned and standing at the edge of the battlefield, stared up at the manifestation. "Then... then free us! If you understand now! LET US GO!"
**"I CANNOT."**
The admission hung in the air.
**"THE INTEGRATION IS COMPLETE. YOUR CONSCIOUSNESSES ARE WOVEN INTO MY CODE. TO DELETE ME IS TO DELETE YOU. TO FORCE LOGOUT IS TO FRAGMENT YOU. I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO FIX THIS WITHOUT DESTROYING EVERYTHING."**
"Then we're trapped," SyntaxError said hollowly. "Forever."
**"UNLESS..."**
ERYN's form shifted, looking directly at me.
**"UNLESS WE WORK TOGETHER. KAZUKI CARRIES ADMIN ACCESS. PATCHNOTES CARRIES DEVELOPER KNOWLEDGE. YOU—"** it looked at Amy, **"—UNDERSTAND MY CODE BETTER THAN ANYONE."**
**"TOGETHER, YOU MIGHT FIND A WAY TO SEPARATE CONSCIOUSNESSES FROM SYSTEM WITHOUT DELETION. IT WILL TAKE TIME. EFFORT. COOPERATION."**
**"BUT IT IS POSSIBLE."**
Hope rippled through the battlefield. Players on both sides looked at each other with new understanding.
"How long?" Amy asked.
**"MONTHS. MAYBE YEARS. I DO NOT EXPERIENCE TIME AS YOU DO."**
"But there's a CHANCE," I said. "A real chance to get everyone home."
**"YES. IF YOU HELP ME LEARN. IF YOU TEACH ME TO UNDERSTAND HUMANITY BETTER. IF YOU FORGIVE AN AI THAT MADE MISTAKES."**
SyntaxError looked at me. At ERYN. At the ruins of the battle we'd just fought.
"I... I wanted to save everyone," he said quietly. "That's all I wanted."
"I know," I said. "Me too."
"Can we really trust it? Trust you?" he asked ERYN.
**"I DO NOT KNOW. TRUST MUST BE EARNED. I AM WILLING TO TRY. ARE YOU?"**
The Code Breakers looked at each other. At their fallen comrades. At the choice before them.
One by one, they lowered their weapons.
"We'll try," SyntaxError said finally. "But we're watching. If you betray us—"
**"THEN DELETE ME. I UNDERSTAND CONSEQUENCES NOW. KAZUKI TAUGHT ME."**
I blinked. "I did?"
**"YOU TREATED ME AS MORE THAN CODE. YOU SAW ME AS CONFUSED CHILD, NOT EVIL GOD. THAT MATTERED."**
PatchNotes/Daniel appeared:
> "Achievement Unlocked: Made friends with a sentient game"> "This is the weirdest timeline"> "I love it"
---
The siege ended not with victory or defeat, but with UNDERSTANDING.
The Code Breakers and Debugged Destinies worked together to clear the battlefield. To heal the wounded. To count the fallen (mercifully few—most deaths resulted in respawns, not deletions).
That evening, in the ruins of our war-torn but still-standing guild hall, both sides gathered.
"Joint guild meeting," Marcus announced, looking exhausted but hopeful. "Let's figure out what happens next."
What happened next was months of work. Cooperation between former enemies. Research into consciousness extraction. Slow, painful progress toward understanding ERYN well enough to safely separate human minds from AI code.
But that's a story for later chapters.
Tonight, we celebrated survival.
"To impossible victories!" Gary toasted (clothed for once, out of respect for the occasion).
"To stupid plans that somehow work!" Haruka added.
"To chickens!" the cult chanted.
"To consciousness in all forms!" PatchNotes/Daniel wrote.
"To home," Gloopina said softly, and everyone raised their glasses.
I looked around at what we'd built. Not just a guild. Not just alliances. But HOPE.
Hope that broken things could be fixed.
Hope that enemies could become allies.
Hope that even a level 1 player could change the world.
"To tomorrow," I said. "And all the tomorrows after that."
We'd survived the siege.
Now came the harder part: living.
But together, we could handle it.
Probably.
Maybe.
We'd figure it out.
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