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	[color=0054a6]What defines one's identity? Your soul? Your heart? Your memories?[/color] Co-founders Sebastian Sullivan and Taku Yamamoto used those burning questions to fuel the immensely popular and ever-evolving alternative reality MMORPG; Project Eternal Entities. Unfortunately, it was soon after completing their dream that Mr. Sullivan was apart of a terrible traffic accident that caused him to become hospitalized and remain isolated from prying eyes. Failing to comment on widespread rumors that he’d deteriorated to a vegetative state which compelled him to assume the mantle of a permanent administrator dwelling only inside his creation and forever abandoning the real world... 

	Making interviews with his equally brilliant and private colleague the 'Holy Grail' to The Press. That fateful day happened to simultaneously celebrate the anniversary of the game's launch and his 42nd birthday as Mr.Yamamoto graced the largest network with his presence for a live event to give out an important announcement. But it was clear that something was wrong from the way his glazed eyes stared up at nothing and his voice sounded borderline monotone, an antithesis of his previous exuberant nature. Nearly infamous from how dull the conversation was from this generation’s supposed second most sought after individual. But the last segment was one that everyone remembered...

[quote][b]Interviewer:[/b] "You’ve talked about your past and what brought you so close to a young man you happened to chat with in an online forum that you ended up moving in together. Which, for you, meant risking everything by leaving it behind. But what inspired you specifically to make this virtual world?"[/quote]

[quote][b]Taku Yamamoto:[/b] “Since the beginning of existence, men have been fascinated with a higher power. Desperately clinging to their desires to find omnipotence; they dived down the darkest depths into the vastest oceans and soared far beyond the clouds. But humanity was daunted by the insurmountable task they set upon themselves. Outstretching their theories like reaching out for a specific star among a hundred billion that comprised the universe."

"Nowadays, playing God and creating our own universes proved to be more enticing endeavors. Our future flourished under the few that delivered us the greatest advancements in technology. So when the virtual headset market recently exploded into popularity and became a target for mass consumption due to our business. I’ll always feel humbled that I’m partially responsible for a hundred billion dollar industry. More importantly, a vital human experience galvanizing fans across the globe to participate in it together. I cannot thank you all enough, even if I had two lifetimes to do it in...”[/quote]

[quote][b]Interviewer:[/b] "...Do you believe you’ve played god?"[/quote]

	Mr.Yamamoto shared his first genuine expression with a slight smile and a fit of laughter. He stood up from his interviewing chair and clenched his heart with both hands. “Undoubtedly, I’ve thwarted what should be anyone’s greatest fear. Death itself. I’ve discovered the path to immortality—” With those words he almost instantaneously collapsed forward and off camera as he plummeted to the ground. The broadcast shut off and he was pronounced dead the following morning. Nobody was certain what he’d planned on announcing, speculated to have gone crazy because of worsening early-onset Alzheimer's. But Project Eternal Entities only continued to thrive, especially for those also seeking the infinite. In this case; a happier life amidst a shelter of ones' most precious memories...
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	Our journey begins on an early afternoon, inside a suburban cul-de-sac within an upstairs bedroom in a sizable two story home. A bright pink convertible parked into their stone driveway, shaded underneath the big oak tree in their yard. Getting out of the driver’s side and carrying several plastic bags filled with groceries in both arms as she quickly approached the front door. She knocked with her foot, repeatedly kicking against the door before letting out a defeated sigh. Setting all the bags down on the “Welcome Home” mat, as she begrudgingly retrieved her keys still inserted in the ignition.

	“My brother is [b]still[/b] playing that VR game?” She grumbled to herself, pulling out her kitten keychain with haste and rushing up to unlock the front door. [i]"What’s the odds he’ll come downstairs to help me get the heavier thing out of the backseat?”[/i]

	The door swung open as she took off her shoes and placed them neatly on the designated floor mat. She called out by holding her hands up to her mouth like a megaphone. “Enzo! Come downstairs, please! Your sister needs you!” Casually turning her head back to notice a pair of chittering squirrels descending the tree and prancing toward her open car door. She squeed in abrupt panic and dashed off toward her car, leaving the front door ajar. “You little rat bastards better not swipe my honey cashews again!”
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