Office 8-72B, Unknown pov

Inside of a poorly lit room, Filled with cubicles and stressed voices; A defeated looking figure sat at their desk, a computer with a single tab of C-mail, the number one celestial messaging program since 134GE, stood in front of them.

A closer look could reveal that the inbox was full of unread messages with the subject titled:

[WARNING: UNEXPECTED ERROR HAS OCCURRED]

Sighing, the figure clicked on the first message, which expanded into a full document that read:

Attention, an unknown error has occurred for the participants:

Malcolm Anthony Shellings

And

Mark Abbot Folds.

the error report is as follows: The subject Malcolm (Lidiemos user, Typei 26-21-4, Time anomly, rarity: mythical unique) was killed by Another participant, triggering their lidiemos (reverts time to when user was last safe upon death) the Iidiemos worked as it should, but an unlikely coincidence happened when subject Mark (does not possess lidiemos) was killed by another participant at the exact same time as subject Malcolm. This caused an unexpected soul link in subject Malcolm’s death trigger. This link not only caused both subjects to view each other’s deaths, but caused subject Mark to recall the events that now have never happened.

Additional Notes:

It is unknown if the link will cause subject Mark to revert upon death as well. Subject Malcolm possesses an one of a kind lidiemos, meaning that the subject possesses the only instance of this power not only in their world, but every world that is under admin control. There is a concern about a “soft lock” regarding subject Malcolm’s lidiemos.

That is all, please look into this

The figure at the desk groaned to themself in dismay. It was well known that lidiemos of the 26-21-4 were headaches to deal with, but “one of a kind” lidiemos were notoriously even worse to work with.

“It had to be me, huh” the figure sarcastically remarked to themself, then they got back to work. They were not having a good day.

Monday, Mal pov

Mal, on the other hand, was having what they would call a “pretty good day” as they walked through the empty streets. As they wandered, their thoughts began to wander as well. They began thinking about things like the glimpses of that random dude dying or that “dream” they had, if it really was one, when their thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sounds of fighting in the distance.

Upon further inspection, the sounds came from a skirmish between two collision members and two leapfroggers. Being the good samaritan they were, Mal drew their .44 magnum, Darlene, lined up a shot toward one of the collision members, and squeezed the trigger, turning the target’s head into an imitation of a water balloon popping.

The gunshot caused the other collision member to turn around abd exclaim “what the-” he did not get to finish his sentence since they got tackled by one of the leapfroggers. The other leapfrogger turned towards Mal and charged forward, only to be stopped the next second by having its shoulder removed via .44 magnum, then a shot to the lungs stopped it for good.

Mal then casually walked toward the downed collision member and the leapfrogger that was mauling them and proceeded to execute the leapfrogger. The collision member, still on the ground, looked at Mal, then at the gun, then spoke “engravings huh? They look fancy but provide no tactical advantage whatsoev-” the reference was cut short by the one thing people have yet to outsmart, bullet.

Continuing on, Mal’s thoughts began to drift back to that “dream” they had. Considering that they could feel all five senses when it occurred, they decided that it could be real, and if it was real, how should they “step up their game”. This thought led them to try to think of the evilest thing they could do when suddenly they had an epiphany.

Mal immediately got to work, taking off their bag and retrieving a can of yellow spray paint, walked to an easy-to-view wall, and wrote:

YOU HAVE LOST THE GAME >:)

Absolutely diabolical, well at least to them, but then again they aren't the sharpest crayons in the kitchen.

Tuesday, Still Mal’s pov

After their “evil act” yesterday, Mal was feeling quite proud of themself as they once again walked the barren streets. They began to sink into their thoughts once again too. And like how the clock always strikes twice, their thoughts were also interrupted again, albeit this time by a floating message

Message from 002 to everyone

Hello all, due to the fast pace this realm’s participants have been progressing on their paths, many glitches have occurred :(

This is because the schedule cannot keep up with you guys. But do not fret, for we have a solution to prevent any further glitches from happening.

Since participants are moving ahead of schedule, we will be moving up the schedule to match the pace of you people. We will be doing this by speeding up some of the release dates of our project's schedule.

With that said, we will be adding not one, but two new foes into the mix. What are these new foes? Well, that’s for you to find out. :)

Cheers!

Mal stared at the sudden message, jotting down important parts of it in their note book. Looking up from their notes, Mal asked out loud to no one in particular “what new enemies?” and as if ironic timing manifested itself to them, and answered “these ones” a spike embedded itself into Mal’s eye, and two more into their chest.

As they collapsed upon the ground, they caught a glimpse of a bug-like creature around two feet tall with similar spikes on its wrist and back and that was the last thing their remaining eye saw that day.