“I went to visit our old friend.”
The hall broke into an uproar when they heard this confession. A tall being in full plate armour stood and roar agitatedly.
“You know we can’t interact with people from the old world anymore! What if he gets transported here too?”
A goat headed man in a extravagant suit rebuked him:
“Maybe he will like it here. Don’t just decide that for yourself.”
The bubbling slime at the head of the table called for silence, and said:
“Ulbert, we all decided that we wouldn’t interact with others from the old world anymore.”
“Chagami-san, this is the last day, you know we can’t infect anyone else even if we tried.”
The room was silent for a moment as everyone contemplated this fact. The DMMORPG Yggdrasil will be shutting down its server after twelve years, the end of an era, but also bears an uncertain future for the guild members that were trapped in the game. Members of the guild, Ger7Bra1. This name came from the distance past, detailing the absolute decimation of one team by another. The facts were lost over time, and only this strange words was left. A self mocking name of a guild that had given up hope of returning to reality.