Huddled in the Great Hall, hunched over the table, Brunhillde sat overlooking the resplendent meal that had been set out. Ugly crying, she stuffed her face with the food, while the constantly refreshing food buffs she kept receiving gave her a strange sense of depressed satisfaction. YGGDRASIL was coming to an end, and the thought was too much to bear. Whenever she lifter her face from the meal, she would either catch a glimpse of one of her guildmates and the armor and weapons that she had helped them craft, or something about the guild itself that she had had a hand in building, which would send her back to attacking the food. To have everything that she had spent so long building, crafting, and perfecting stripped away from her, to lose this piece of her world that she had helped create... This was her escape from the cruelty of the real world that would never accept her for who she was. These were her real friends. This was her real home. Brunhillde slowly lifted her face from the pie she had been focusing her attention on. She realized she was being silly. The others were already exchanging contact information and planning ahead, hoping to meet up, possibly in some other game. She had let her hopelessness get the better of her, but she had never been very proactive to begin with. Maybe it was too late, the timer was already seconds away from the end.

3...

2...

1...

Suddenly the light from the windows went dark and a draft blasted in. Was this some joke on the part of the developers? Were the yactually going to simulate an apocalypse? But the rush of her guild leader and guildmates rushing into the hall suggested something else. Wiping away her tears, Brunhillde looked on curiously and quietly and she reached for another slice of pie, wondering what was afoot. Two things happened simultaneously: Brunhillde realized that her hand was still wet with tears, the crying emote had never actually produced real, interactable fluid, and the second was that the pie was dry, causing a lump of starchy goodness to get stuck in Brunhillde's throat, choking her. Pounding her chest frantically to help get the morsel down, Brunhillde reached for a horn of beverage to wash it down. Choking on food wasn't a possibility in this game.

[quote=@Zelosse][color=fff79a]"What is happening. Does anybody know what in the hell is happening?"[/color][/quote]

Brunhillde stared at her hands, trying to fathom the severity of the situation.

[quote=@Spriggs27]"[color=Brown]Calm down Zealous-sama, you should shouldn't be so panicked, it will make the others nervous. I believe our, or your guild house has been transported to another location. I feel speaking of this should be between mostly guild mates and we should let the servants stand out for this conversation, it would be... Above their level of thought.[/color]"[/quote]

[quote=@Darked13][color=a187be]"Well, while I'd love to say that this is some sort of secret update or... a dream, I doubt we are dealing with either of those. Honestly though, you shouldn't worry too much guild leader. At least, we have food and things of the kind, it isn't that bad regardless of what exactly is happening. Plus, you have us around, so I'm sure we can go through whatever problem we face."[/color][/quote]

She was surprised they could remain so calm, but she could understand Overzealous' panic, he was a ghost. But Archene brought up a good point, was this an update? Was this a dream? A single word flashed through Brunhillde's mind: PHYSICS. Shakily, she reached over to a lovely wine glass and poured the wine into her plate. Grabbing a dinner roll, she began mashing the bread into the wine, watching it soak up the color and become soggy. Continuing to play with the soggy dough, Brunhillde began to chuckle nervously. She struck the wine glass against the table, shattering it, and started sticking the broken glass shards into the soggy lump. [color=f49ac2]"...it's real...it's real..."[/color] she muttered to herself as she explored the world the way a toddler would, testing the way things interacted with each other. [color=f49ac2]"My forge! Omniac!"[/color] Brunhillde called out, suddenly overcome with the urge to build like she had never done before. Bolting up, and causing her chair to squeak backwards, she looked around the room, [color=f49ac2]"It's real."[/color]