DDay just stood there, surprised about following events. Kaz was gone, and the portal had vanished to a mere pixel. DDay was stranded back at the damaged pub. Worse, the other two were still not around.

"Bah! I'm not going to get anywhere by just sitting here."

DDay stepped out of the pub through a hole in the wall. Surveying it, it looked surprisingly messed up; from the inside, it looked pretty friendly, but the outside was totally trashed. The roof had collapsed on one side, and the force of the warp appearing had caused the whole ceiling to sag greatly. However, due to RPG elements that mysteriously permeated the server, it merely bent, rather than breaking.

DDay sat down under a nearby dolmen (?!) and examined the map one more time. He took out a scroll of blank paper and scribbled a few calculations on it.

A minute or two later, he got up and walked in a different direction, one that no one had chosen to travel before. Ironically, a relatively short time later, he ran into someone. This person was...