Dear Diary,

I haven’t written in a couple days, sorry. We’re back on the floor with Gigi, so that’s fun. Tomorrow we’re going to have a formal tea party with Painbringer the Gold, otherwise known as Jenny. She lives on Floor 61 with a bunch of wyverns, but they aren’t like kobolds. She says they used to be crows or something; they’re very sweet and loving to her, and they have their home, but they aren’t people. They don’t talk to her. Which, that sounds super lonely. I’m glad she got a key and can move around now.

The ones setting everything up are me (cuz I make all the food), Y and Lily. Y has a lot of experience with parties from spending all that time as a kobold, and Lilly is the most… elegant? Out of us. She knows what fancy tea parties are supposed to look like, and how everyone is supposed to dress and stuff.

Mika wants to make a formal tea gown for Jenny. The catgirls here thought that would take too long, but Via said it was totally possible. Turns out, Via knows how to sew fancy dresses! Which makes sense, since she always wore clothes that were frilly and stuff. Like, more frilly than what any of us had access to. She had clothes that were too cute for the Admin to have come up with them.

Altho, maybe he didn’t come up with them. Because the first couple cycles all we had access to was, like, jeans, hoodies, and maid outfits. It wasn’t the biggest variety in the world. And then on cycle… 6? 7? we suddenly got a whole lot more clothes in a way bigger variety. So maybe he took clothes from someone else.

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Yeah, so, there’s another reason I haven’t written in a while. I was processing… stuff.

The Admin isn’t The Admin, he’s just An Admin. Apparently there are a couple of them, all with their own dungeons. They have to find the best players in their dungeons, and then those players will compete. Which sounds kinda dumb. The Admin thinks it’s kinda dumb too, so he wants us to ruin everything.

Kinda. It’s more complicated than that. Like, way more complicated. And what are they all competing for? …Well, officially it’s to see who goes where when the competition is over. But the real reason… is just to waste time.

It, umm, something happened. Something big. Something bad. Lots of people and animals died at once. More than anyone was prepared for. They needed some way to stall for time while sorting everything, and… this is what they came up with.

There are problems, and it’s not fair, but life isn’t always fair. Or, I guess death isn’t always fair. Afterlife? I don’t know, it’s complicated.

But basically, we aren’t players. We don’t know what to do, so we do things that are unpredictable. And the Admin, our Admin, wants us to go be the best players for him.

I don’t know if I can be the best, but if he wants our group to spread chaos, that we can do!

Agents of Chaos, Go!

Goodnight, Dungeon!

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