<strong>Name:</strong>Karl Willamson<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Harrisburg, PA, USA<br/><strong>Local Time:</strong>3:37 PM<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>N/A<br/><br/>Karl un-plugged hours later to find that he'd been in the tank for almost a full 72 hours again... and that it was mid-afternoon. He rubbed tiredly at eyes that were not themselves tired as he thought over what he'd found... or<em>hadn't</em>found rather... The Balor had possessed a status effect, several really, but this one was different... it was nether standard for that creature type, any common spells, or (and most importantly) on<em>any</em>effect table he'd known. Obviously on a game as large and complex as Eden it was impossible to memorize all the different status effects any more then one could memorize all the spells in game, but he'd checked with the developers, the game maintenance department,<em>and</em>the AI. None of them could find it anywhere. Even more worrying not even his own developer tools, which had recorded the battle<em>and</em>the<em>presence</em>of the status effect, could tell him what it was<em>for</em>... Which, given the Balor's apparent knowledge of the real world and the death of the gamer Vergil in a manner clearly related to his in-game death, was<em>extremely</em>worrying. Unfortunately without anything more solid, or demonstrable, all bring this up with his boss would do would be to get one Karl Willamson fired... and probably sent to a mental health ward to boot. And since the internet and real world both seemed to lack answers that meant there was only one place to find what he sought... and not even Morgul could take all of Eden on alone....<br/><br/>It was the work of a few more moments to look up the real life identities of all the Epic level characters that had been there (despite not technically being supposed to be able to tell more then if they were or were not npc's) and find their E-mail addresses. One quick mass E-mail later his suspicions and contact information had been sent out... as well as a more personal E-mail containing his sorrow, support, and offer of aid or a shoulder to cry on as needed to an Alessa Silverstone.