<strong>Name:</strong>Karl Willamson<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Harrisburg, PA, USA<br/><strong>Local Time:</strong>7:26PM, 11:32PM<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Katerina De Leon via video call, Everyone via E-mail<br/><br/>Karl nodded at her point before responding. "That's true enough Boss but we can always hope some gumshoe with step in something he doesn't understand and bring it back to us. And at this point<em>anything</em>helps. As for the board... if the game really<em>has</em>started killing people, and we can prove it, I'm not going to be overly concerned about getting there authorization to shut it down... if it will still let us at that point. Read section 47 and you'll see that the Balor specifically mentions what I can only assume to be the real world. And if the demon knew... what else does? And how else might it be able to affect us if it's capable of sending firestorms through? Certainly just hacking the controls for the power and internet connections would be easier. And on that happy note I'll leave you to get ready. With your permission?"<br/><br/>If given permission Karl would cut the connection and start preparing for a long journey into Eden, including updating his Will and making sure the connections for everyone who had been involved were going through dummy servers that pretended to be the actual pods to the game servers. With luck any disasters would blow up rentable server rooms and give the players Disconnection Headaches rather then killing them outright.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A quiet beeping summoned Karl from the kitchen, his second sandwich still in hand, to walk over and hit a few keys on his computer. Reading Alessa's message quickly he gave a grunt of assent and sent everyone else an E-mail containing a picture of Zachariah (for those that didn't know him in game) and an announcement of his funeral. It also suggested that anyone interested in getting answers come along but warned that it would be dangerous, potentially life threatening in the real world, and that the group would be going to<em>find</em>answers... it didn't have them yet. He send a copy of the E-mail with a bit more information to Miss De Leon, gulped down the slow release capsules containing vitamins, minerals, and protein that were how an industry insider maintained his body when he could be under for days or even weeks at a time, inserted an I.V. and set his required in-game sleep time to four hours. He had a bad feeling about all of this and he intended to stay on guard. Then he lay down, plugged in, and closed his eyes for what he strongly hoped wouldn't be the last time.<br/><br/>(Moving to Eden.)