[color=00a651][center][h2]Alex[/h2][/center][/color]
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Alex was shocked into silence. This guy’s claims were simply too far-fetched! A worm that makes players turn into ghostly strings of code upon death? This isn’t a fantasy novel! Still, Erika was there in front of them, in a coma and they had seen her in game... but why would the DGO devs have something like this in the game? Who would be familiar enough with DGO to create a worm that can bypass all the safety measures that are supposed to stop this from happening?! Sure Corpse Collector seemed to be some kind of hacker, but the difference between altering stats and spawning mobs is like Heaven and Earth compared to this!

[color=00a651]“H-how is killing Corpse Collector going to help? If what you say is true then all you’re going to do is make the one person that [i]might[/i] be able to fix this into a vegetable! How is that going to help? Do you know how to hack the game well enough to try and fix this? Why don’t you just get in contact with a DGO admin or developer?”[/color] he was just clutching at straws, Alex knew that. This ghost story did put the fear in him. It took all he had not to open up his messages and send Bel a warning. Then he heard Eris’ warning

[color=00a651]“Hey, I’m not going to follow you, but that doesn’t I’m not curious. I mean eggs and one baskets should be avoided right? And that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t keep an eye out for each other. Plus there is a chance that none of us have got the super coma worm that may not be real, but we can just communicate with the subject lines, right? No opening, no worms? Plus, I don’t know, calling? Voice chat? I’m just trying to be practical...” [/color]scratching his head, Alex took a pen from his pocket and grabbed a piece of paper, scribbling his number down.

[color=00a651]“Plus if there are no online messages, a hacker can’t read them, right? Y'know, for stuff you don't even trust the internet with?” [/color]handing four scraps of paper with his number on it to the rest of the group, Alex sighed and felt his knees weaken.

[color=00a651]“Between this, a fake Black King, the lovely Green King seemingly hating me, Corpse Collector just on its own and whatever the hell else there is to go wrong... well this is rather stressful isn’t it?”[/color] his throat dry, his knees weak. All in all? Alex really wanted to just lie down and sleep.

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