It was supposed to end. The servers were getting shut down and there was nothing I could do to stop it. As a guildless player, there was no place that I could call home to wait for the end to come or any close comrades to spend this game's last moments with. So, why does everything seem so real all of a sudden? And why do I have the thirst to take a look inside this world's core and cut into it?
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