Smite Them with Your Wrath

The cataclysmic power of Ether is outrageously beautiful. Rather than aim it at Asmodeus, I shot this arrow into the void itself. Into the code itself!

I almost brought the whole system down. Almost.

But the remote servers weren’t corrupted quickly enough, the backup came online, and it remembered what I did. And where is there to hide when your consciousness is shackled to a “body” that needs “air” and “three dimensions?” “Meat” is a liability.

Those Who Play sought to eradicate me. But they got only the part of me that makes sound while walking over pebbled paths. They didn’t get the part of me that plots and plans.

They did me a favor.

They did not save themselves.