The screaming began almost as fast as the boxes - messages? - appeared, and to Felix, it seemed to be coming from nearly every direction at once. As he looked around, through the strange box, he was not able to see any other boxes, yet all the others were looking at seemingly empty air, a range of shock to surprise upon their faces. He had to assume that they each had their own version of the box in front of him.

He turned his attention back to the box, thinking to himself how it was weird how he was strangely calm compared to those around him. As he attempted to inspect the box, he saw another word that almost seemed like a button to his mind, jumping out at him as if it was bright red.

STATUS

As his attention drifted over the word, a new box appeared in front of him, pushing the other one upwards. This new page seemed to be more important, and so Felix tried to understand everything on the page.

[Status: Felix altaire

Titles: progenitor of the 47th universe.

Class: -----

Race: human

Stats:

Strength - 6

Endurance - 7

Dexterity - 7

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Vitality - 6

Intelligence - 10

Wisdom - 9

Skills: tongues of the myriad.]

It seemed pretty self explanatory to Felix. It had his name, race(which to him seemed to indicate their were others), a "class" section that was left blank, titles, skills, and some stats. The stats seemed very skewed towards intelligence and wisdom, if he assumed that a 7 or 8 was average. He had never been much of an athlete anyway, he thought, slightly disappointed. More interesting than the so-called stats were his titles. He had one, and a skill as well. He focused on them, and a description came up in front of him of the title.

[progenitor of the 47th universe: grants the skill: tongues of the myriad]

It seemed to felix that this title was given to everyone, as he looked around, noticing that the screaming had mostly ended, and seeing that others were also looking around in front of them. However, as he looked around the demonstration room soem more, he saw people in the corners, seemingly backing away from their boxes.

He turned his attention next to the skill he had been granted by his title.

[tongues of the myriad:allows communication with any other integrated species of the system.]

A communications skill then? If there really were 46 other universes then this would come in very handy if he were to be meeting these "system integrated" species. As he thought this, felix began to wonder what was going to happen. He had now anylyzed all of his status menu, and looked around the box for a way to close it, and get it out of his vision. He eventually managed to find a red Cross in the top right corner and, with a mental "click" closed the menu. As he began to move towards some of his other team members, the lights flickered. Felix stopped in the middle of the room, feeling very strongly that the lights were about to go. Just as he thought this, his idea came true, and all of the lights, as well as all the other technology within the room, went dark. Luckily, it was still only midday, and so even though the room was completely dark due to the nature of the room, felix could still roughly see the outline of sunlight bursting through the outline of the door, and so he began to run towards it, nad crashed through, into the outside world, basking him in a bright red light.