909 Reedwodehouse Road, is a miscellaneous two-story home that contains 2,817 sq ft of liveable space and was built in 1976. It contains 3 bedrooms and 2.5 bathrooms. At the time of the announcement about the world's upgrade, three out of the four residents of the house were home. In the main bedroom, just turn left after you walk up the stairs, Brian's uncle Prentice Bird was sleeping soundly having disregarded the strange announcement he had promptly returned to sleep. Sure it was 2:00 in the afternoon but Prentice Bird was a man that valued his sleep, alleged changes to the world were not about to change that.

If you turned right instead of left, you would find yourself at Brian's sister's room, However, Elizabeth Summertime Bird, that's Brian's sister if you didn't catch on, was not in her room at the moment. She was downstairs sitting crosslegged on the kitchen counter working on a crossword. Elizabeth had no doubt that big changes were in store for the world, but she had a crossword to finish solving. In fact, what concerned her most about any potential changes brought about by this upgrade, was in what way it was going to affect future crosswords. "There's bound to be some weird monster with a strange name that they are going to include in every single puzzle," Elizabeth complained internally as she wrote in the name of some obscure river.

Below the kitchen, down a latter and over some boxes of books was the basement where Brian and Elizabeth's Cousin Zach Bird called home, however, while certainly crowded and full of seemingly random junk, the basement was empty of human occupants as Zack had been out grocery shopping. There was some movement of lifeforms among the towers of junk, but Zack would not have been pleased to know this. For around the time of the announcement, a small pack of small blue three-eyed rats and suddenly appeared unnoticed in the basement.

Back upstairs, just down the hall from Elizabeth's room, was Brian's room. It contained Brian. He was sitting on his bed, trying to decide what to do now. However, no great plan of action came to him. It was all just too much. Brian supposed that he could try to get some work done, it was a workday even if he was working from home, but does work even matter anymore? he'd just destroyed seven worlds and this world was changing, and maybe all things considered, even though all things were definitely not considered, maybe the best plan of action was to simply to head down to the kitchen and eat something, maybe a sandwich? And just like that, Brian finally had a plan. Sure it was just a plan about a sandwich, but still, a plan about a sandwich is still a plan.

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"Brian"

"Elizabeth"

"Do you know what the capital of Montana is?"

"Isn't Montana a city or maybe a basketball player?"

"Useless, ignorant, hopeless, annoying..."

"Gee thanks, Liz."

"Seven letters? That doesn't make any sense. Oh if you're making a sandwich make me one too please?"

"Maybe you're spelling Helena wrong?"

"I'm not. Make me a sandwich. Also unless I got other things wrong it starts B A N N"

"Sure. What do you want? Also, do you have any thoughts about the announcement? You saw that, right, it wasn't just me? Also, I think there is actual magic now so you should be careful what you say, maybe I'm able to turn you into a literal sandwich."

"That would be cool, please don't though. I like not being a sandwich. I don't care, just make me food."

"Okay"

"And sure world's changing, yaddy ya yeah yeah, whatever, probably significant, might change everything, might not, I'll look into it after I finish this crossword. It better not be Bannack."

"Then it probably is Bannack."

"I hate my life."

"Here have a sandwich"

"Thanks."

System message: The three-eyed rats in the basement have created a portal out of junk and are currently summoning their three-eyed rat overlord to this planet. People in this building are recommended to either head down to the basement and attempt to stop the summoning or to immediately flee.

"Shall we go?"

"Oh yes, without a doubt, most assuredly it is indisputable that we should go, like now."

"And just to be clear, we are agreeing that we should leave the house quickly, not agreeing on going to the basement full of three-eyed rat cultists, right?"

"Yup, not going down to the basement. Less talk, more leaving house."

And so, Brain and Elizabeth quickly exited 909 Reedwodehouse Road and discovered that their neighborhood had turned into a forest.

"Great."

"Wonderful."

"Yup."