Sten stood there. Shocked. When had he logged into DGO? He had things he needed to explain. Work needed to be done. Now he was standing on the usual building that he logged out from, not too far from dissolution territory. He looked down at himself. He wasn't the Solitary Watcher. That was for certain. This left him feeling rather unsafe. Everything was wrong.

Sten checked his messages in hopes that someone had called out nearby. There he saw two: one from the student president explaining how the assembly would be delayed due to weather, which was immediately discarded as irrelevant to the situation, and the other was from the Jester himself.

**Greetings Players of Deep Ground Online. From your standpoint, you may be wondering many things. Allow me then, to enlighten you of your situation. In short, you are now placed within the Deep Ground Program indefinitely. However, as you also may notice, you are each stripped of your Player Avatars and their abilities. Also take note that your Private Messaging systems among one another are no longer functional. In short, you are completely human and trapped within this world. The game is simple; your minds in the living world are still connected to your chips. However, I have made some rather amusing enhancements. If you die in Deep Ground, a lethal electrical charge will be sent to your brain. You will die instantly. Why have I done this? That too is simple in itself. You people are so….interesting. Please have fun with this new addition to the Deep Ground experience.

-Silver Jester**

Reading this caused something to snap inside of Sten's brain and he started laughing maniacally and uncontrollably. Of course! Of course the Jester was behind this! Only a super hacker like himself could do something like this. This was something drastic. Something insane. No sane human building could come of this. In his hysteria Sten thought what if it wasn't a human at all, but the game itself? This only brought more hysterics as he couldn't help but dismiss that theory as madness brought by his situation.

When he finished, he was delirious and dizzy with exhaustion both mental and physical. He found himself lying on the hard roof staring at the artificially programmed sky. He chuckled lightly, but at that point it hurt too much to keep going. "So... Sten, what now? What grand puzzle shall you solve today? Your stuck in a game. What shall you do to get out of this problem? Heh heh." He winced. "Ah.... Maybe I should just start with getting my wits back together. Yeah... that might help."