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Everythings normal. Everything feels normal. You have a good life, your server is safe (for the most part), you have friends and family who support you. Recently, youve felt an odd feeling tugging at you. That something isnt right— something bads going to happen. You never really were one for superstitions or anything of the like, so you ignore it. You dont elaborate to your friends, this feeling is bound to go away. Right? Its been a few days. A week, to be precise. The feeling has only gotten worse and youve started to doubt yourself. You get into bed— praying today is the final day. You can relieve yourself of all this nonsense. Your prayers are answered. You awake in a void of some sort. Everything around you is black. You have no semblance of where you are or even where you were. Your home has.. vanished. A bright light forms in front of you and you shield your eyes from it. Any word you speak is drowned out by overwhelming silence. Then it speaks to you. It tells you that your world is in danger. All of them are— and you’re expected to save them. You attempt to open your mouth to ask questions; nothing comes out. For a split moment, youre falling. Landing on the ground with a rather embarrassing noise, you take in your surroundings. As you come to, you notice a small animal nudging your leg. You could use a friend. As you pick up whatever this thing is, a sharp pain runs through your body. Something about you has changed, for better or worse. Accepting this odd fate, you begin to leave where your new journey started. To save the world or to not; is that really your issue?