♛ sat on the table, drunk both in real life and in-game.

Her speech and typing slurred, she grabbed another pint of booze and further tested the limits of her liver.

XxFoxlyxX logged back in, not to long after the game mysteriously returned.

Bonifacius and John watched him play another round of pool against the belligerent ♛.

“JohnWillStab: I was sure this game was gone for good!” he exclaimed, eating an extra expensive packet of celebratory noodles he was saving for his birthday.

“Bonifacius: That was indeed what I assumed too; however, it would seem that luck was on our side!”

From the stream of misspelled messaged produced from ♛’s character came one that could be understood.

“♛: It was probably a newer version that was never released or something… that’s the only way there’d be another saved copy of the game…” she remarked.

“♛: They probably had backups of the account data… that’s why our levels and items are the same…” she added.

JohnWillStab’s face lit up.

“JohnWillStab: Are you saying there could be more new stuff?!”

Bonifacius laughed.

“Bonifacius: Perhaps!”

XxFoxlyxX sat down beside John and Bonifacius as ♛ finally passed.

“XxFoxlyxX: I’m glad I don’t have to say goodbye to this place just yet…” he remarked.

John and Bonifacius nodded.

Elsewhere more celebrations were held.

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The jGuardians partied the night away at inns around the map, PastaPerfect and Dorpificus had a drinking contest while Olivionion beat up belligerent recruits outside the inn with Avocadont.

It seemed like everyone banned by Alexander was unbanned once the game returned.

Curstl spent her time spreading rumours of how she and Bonifacius were involved in the fall of Alexander.

Pandors_T_T just desperately tried to get promoted and logged out when Curstl refused.

Rootin’, Tootin’ and Shootin’ were released from the jGuardian prisons after a six-hour soft ban, they stayed outside staring at the pixelated stars above.

“Rootin’: That sure was an odd adventure, eh?”

“Tootin’: Mm-hmm…”

`Shootin’ nodded.

“Boopnsnootn: Yeah…” the embarrassed man wearing a cowboy hat nodded.

Elsewhere, Pedecree rode through the night, in the back of his cart was enough booze to last most guilds a month, chugging said booze were a group of miners, or perhaps minors.

“NoPissBottles: OH, THANK F#*K ALL OUR EFFORT WASN’T WASTED!”

“OheiMark: Yeah!” he laughed.

“Garlicboi: Looks like we get to mine mithril for the foreseeable future!” he laughed.

Atwoz and the Silverlight crew just logged in, they missed the whole other game thing, nevertheless, they got drunk and attacked the inn at which the jGuardians drank.

Bolst sat in his inn, polishing glasses as a female wolfman wielding a mace drank at a newly repaired table.

“Cellerious: GeT mE a DrInK bArTenDeR!” she exclaimed.

“Bolst: WOULD YOU STOP SAYING THAT!? I’LL GET YOU THE DAMN SLIME-WATER!” he exclaimed.

“Muffinski: Me too,”

“RedPancake: MORE BOOZE!”

On a distant island, a mad scientist by the name of Bromy spent his night performing experiments as usual, though he may have enjoyed a drink or two in the process.

Kevin drank with a friend, a “professional trolling expert” who was yet to receive any job from any player.

A new player with a blue hoodie, blond hair with two peculiar spikes shaped almost like ears, joined the game for what was definitely his first time, at least on that account.

The level one player started slaying boars and slowly gathering XP like any ordinary player.

While all this happened, a single maybe-player watched from above.

Lorb looked down onto his game with a look of concern masking the excited grin he wore underneath.

“If this version of the game was used… I guess that means the last one was deleted…” his grin finally broke through his façade.

“Oh well, I don’t mind! Your sacrifice won’t be forgotten, last me!”

He snapped his fingers as the first phase of the ordeal came into play.

Back in the rolling plains, JohnWillStab sipped on his ale with the same grin still plastered to his face.

While Foxly and Bonifacius debated about the importance of money as an incentive for quests and dungeons, John thought to the time his journey began not too long ago.

His character took a sip of his beer.

“Damn, this booze tastes pretty good…” he thought.

It took JohnWillStab a few seconds to process what he just said in his mind.

“Tastes?” he asked out-loud.