Alex pushed open the main door of his home with an impressive level of personal restrain on his part, calling out "I'm home!" into the rooms ahead. Breathing heavily from running the majority of the way from college, he slipped off his shoes with little care and shuffled into the living room to go through the usual pleasantries with his father, his mother was still away in usual returned just in time for dinner. He quickly pointed out that he'd be up in his room for they day, ensuring that he'd keep an eye on the time before darting upstairs ignore all form of exhaustion. The cause of such excitement stemmed from a certain video game known as the world, granted he was old enough to not normally get riled up over video games but today was special, and not because of the event.
"It sure would have been nice to go though" he muttered as he infront of the familiar monitor, quickly booting up the PC and logging into the BBS. Despite what had been said, he would beat himself up to no end if he had ignored that E-mail, which he now opened and mulled over it's contents one last time. He figured the crimson knights had got a special area for the whole one sin thing so how this sender had a specific location ahead of time intrigued Alex, but more than that there was the possibility of finding out the truth about the coma rumors. Text alone couldn't convince whether this was all some kind of elaborate hoax exploiting the circumstances of a special event, but even for a PK trick it seemed to be going a little further than the average player would bother to go. A quick check of the BBS confirmed that it was mostly engulfed in topics involving the one sin, no surprise there and it simply meant less time not being logged in.
Slipping the FMD over his face, Gram reopened his eyes to be greeted with the usual sweeping visual offered by this game, though he had done more than his fair share of gaping at scenery and simply moved towards the Θ Server chaos gate, flicking open the inventory menu to give his equipment a quick check. Satisfied he ported over to the lia fail, where the normally mystic ruins were instead stuffed full of player swarming there way towards the server's own gate. Gram was immediately glad that he had ported from another root town and turned to the other gate, uttering "Sicked imprisoned fallen angel", almost immediately being surrounded by glowing rings that whisked him off to this special area
Before he was even given time to take in the new surroundings, a powerful wind rushed up to greet him. He was sure if the world had a pain simulator he would be feeling something closer to a thousand tiny knives raking across his character. On the subject of his surroundings, there was not infact much to observe, it was mostly a barren, white wasteland, the only defining feature was a gigantic mountain, clearly designed to pull the attention of every player. A little off from the warp in point was what would be most accurately described as a sea of characters waiting impatiently for the event to begin, though some had taken upon themselves to try and trek into the depths of the blizzard. The crimson knights could be heard calling out frequent warning to those players, as undoubtedly monsters of unknown power lurked outside the currently extremely obscure level of vision that players now had. Gram even managed to catch sight of the famous stark, who seemed far more laid back than his fellow crimson knights and was instead passing the time was casual chatter. Not wanting to waste anymore time incase a knight suddenly saw him delving into the blizzard himself, he turned in the exact opposite direction of the mountain and began to swiftly walk in what he hoped was a straight line. The usual map was rendered useless so Gram frequently glanced back towards the mountain to try and get his bearings. It was not too long before he saw a colour that wasn't white or grey, hoping that it was the light of the cottage he picked up his pace ever so slightly. The lack of monster ambushes was both relieving and worrisome at the same time and he planned on spending as little time in the blizzard as possible less the entire known had some kind of random monster spawn system.
Shortly after the cottage fully came into view, and so did the figure of a female player leaning out of one of it's windows. Figuring that she was the "Loch" from the E-mail he gave a friendly wave, not bothering with trying to shout over the wind. Only when he stepped inside the building did he offer a casual "Good evening", flicking off bits of snow clinging to his feet ware back to where they came. He refrained from starting up questions for the time being assuming that she would wait for more arrivals before explaining herself properly, for the time being Gram made a bee line for the nearest seat, leaving the neutral looking woman to continue to scan for more players