Dear Diary,

I don’t know what to say.

This morning I woke up to a weird sound, and… it was Mimo! My marble who tried but just couldn’t cut it back a few cycles!

I saw him come hopping right up to me, as I was laying down, and I thought it was a dream. I was sure it was a dream! I mean, marbles don’t HOP for one, and marbles definitely don’t wear tiny marble headbands for another, and they definitely definitely don’t have an accent like Arnold… I can’t ever spell his name, the Terminator guy. And they definitely definitely definitely can’t carry a dagger a hundred times their weight!

“Nikki!” he growled. “I have returned! You and your friends must come with me if you want to live! Live free, I mean!”

I asked him to explain himself and he thanked me for racing with him for so long, even if he didn’t do so well. He started rambling a bit when I tried to ask about how he was moving and talking and daggering, but I guess all our marbles… are people? And apparently they just don’t feel like doing anything most of the time.

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Mimo said he’d been watching us for a while, which was kind of weird, and he’d gotten to the end of the dungeon on his own (he’s maxed-out on like everything). But the thing is, he didn’t press the button, any of the buttons, when he had the chance. Instead, there’s a hidden crack in the very last room, and stuck in it is this weird crystal. He tried talking to it, and nothing happened, and then he tried stabbing it, and he didn’t remember much of whatever happened afterward, but he said he’d been sent to some place he called the metadungeon.

A little while later he died and got sent back here. Ever since then, though, he’s been going through the metadungeon, which sounds strange and math-y and a bit scary. But just this last run, he reached the end of it, some big place with shining lights and a nice man in a strange costume and a giant door, and now he wants to take us to see what’s… outside. I guess we’re going to talk it out, but it sounds like we’re all up for whatever this is.

So… Goodbye, Dungeon…?

Or should I say...

April Fools!