The GM-in-Ishtar's-body merely laughed at Rayne's attempt to threaten him. He pointed at her and shot a green ray from the tip of the index finger that reduced her to a single hit point in a flash of light. "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">TAKE CARE OF YOUR VIRTUAL SELF FIRST,</span>" he suggested. "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">DON'T WORRY, WE'RE TAKING GOOD CARE OF YOUR REAL BODIES. AFTER ALL, WE DON'T WANT TO LOSE OUR PLAYERS, DO WE?</span>" He snapped his fingers, and Rayne was surrounded by a nimbus of healing light that restored her health back to full.<br/><br/>When Rayne moved on to her questions, too late she saw Zombs, trying desperately to shout out something but still silenced, shaking his head with an expression of "no" on his face. The GM, on the other hand, looked delighted at the questions that Rayne had posed. "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">VERY GOOD QUESTIONS. TECHNICALLY FOUR QUESTIONS, BUT I'M FEELING NICE SO I'LL COUNT THEM AS HALF EACH. ME AND A COUPLE DEVS SPLIT OFF THIS SERVER FROM THE MAIN. WE EVEN IMPLEMENTED THE COLLARS, DID YOU TRY THEM OUT YET? NOW THAT'S THREE QUESTIONS SO BYEBYE MAGIC CIRCLE.</span>" He stomped on the circle drawn on the floor, smudging the curve and some of the symbols inscribed along it, ruining the circle's ability to bind anything. "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">AND WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT, PIZZA's HERE, PERFECT TIMING!</span>"<br/><br/>Ishtar's eyes ceased glowing and she dropped limply to the ground in a crumpled heap like a rag doll. "Get out of my head!" she screamed as she regained control of her body, her voice hoarse but her own, curling up into a fetal position and visibly shaking.