"I'm from Septemberclaver", Clara replied. The game reminded her of the way she felt when she ran around Septemberclaver in the early morning. She took another sip of beer and grabbed a handful of redirected popcorn that was raining down on the couch where she sat.

"Why was I waylaid and brought to this place of which I know nothing?" she asked.

"Probably it has something to do with the new policy of the impressment of game designers. First the artists left for TheCity and the game designers moved in. Now we too are fleeing to TheCity."