Sten hadn't gotten back to his room until it was late and even then he pursued information gathering for the rest of the night. He read the forums finding out as much information about the incidents from a month ago. The Hackers. The Dead Kings. The rumors of the Masked Man. As far as he was concerned everything was connected until proven otherwise. Every time he found a piece of valuable information he wrote a note and stuck it up on the bulletin board he used in his room for his schedule. By the end of the night had everything he could find and the board was full of information.

He sat on his bed and looked at the the board. Hackers, their skills changed the state of the game, some did it to screw around and others had a goal. Corpse Collector and the Masked Man fell under the category of hackers. There was unsurprisingly little information on the later, but the history of her actions left quite the story to tell with the Collector. The war, he had very little information, but the total destruction of the Green City was something not normal. It changed the state of the game, even if it wasn't hacking. The dissolutions were definitely hacked though. No skill existed in the game to tame dissolutions. Were the Ebony Strykers hacking or employing hackers? Some things didn't add up. He was certain of one thing, the Black King had game changing plans.

Then there was a beeping sound signalling he received a message. He checked it to find a message stating the Micheal Faye was the Black King. That didn't make sense. The fact that it didn't make sense and he was tired from staying up all night irritated him. Silver Jester was the Masked Man. So he had a name after all. A hacker would probably be able to find out that information, but Sten refused to believe it. There was no way a guy could have a female avatar. That was unheard of. Sten grumbled and stood up. He typed in a message response that was quite very grumpy. "Bullshit." Send.

With that he left his room to find Micheal. Something smelled badly about all of this and he wanted to be there to see if he could sort things out. Had he been more awake he may have chosen not to bother, but tired, irritable, and stuffed full of information and theories he marched his way there. Wherever there was. He didn't want a hanging on his conscience.