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[color=lime]"Oh brother."[/color] Pestilent sighed as she read her emails. Another game mode that Pestilent would no-doubt be writing a guide for soon. Maybe the devs would be kind and send her a beta-version of the survival mode so she could get a jump start on that. Regardless, the other email was her main motivation for the night. A new bar opening for HGO players? What, did that mean a physical bar was open for all patrons, but it mainly catered to a HGO demographic? Weird, but okay. Still, a new bar opening was something for Pestilent to write a guide about, though it might just be a short 'this drink gives these boosts' guide. Easy money.

She kept her face obscured by a black hoodie as she made her way through the city towards the Sixth Chamber, keeping her player handle hidden from view by staying logged out. She wasn't gonna get recognized if she was logged out, which was good. Last thing she needed was a Golden Guardian noob coming up to her and asking her for a date in their roleplay character. That wa,s for sure, not one of Pestilent's scenes. Roleplaying was weird.