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/in with [Character Name] the [Character Race/Species] [Character Class]

(Character class shouldn't really affect anything that much, but merely exists just to give it a bit more of a RPG feel)

"The required number of users has been detected. Beginning termination process..." a cold, lifeless voice monotonically echoed. It wasn't speaking to anyone in particular; it just said the words out loud like it was programmed to do so many years ago. Standing at the foot of the behemoth of a machine, a hooded figure intently stared at the screen, shrouded by darkness. Jumbles of letters and numbers rapidly scrolled across the dim screen. The figure muttered to himself as he beheld the computer still working after all of these years. It could carry out his instructions still; that was all he cared about.

After a brief moment of hesitation, the figure quickly typing out a set of instructions. The screen cleared in reaction to what he told it, and after a few seconds it displayed what little information it could gather on the two users who had connected, triggering its failsafe. Nothing more than a name, a race and a class was displayed, revealing to the figure the words "Ircher; Human Wizard" and "Iconeum; Undead Warrior". He softly groaned as he began typing once more. The lack of information didn't matter to him, he knew everything he really needed to know. Everything else was irrelevant to him as he hastily typed out one last message.

"If you are reading this message, it means there is still hope. You just need to find it."

You both wake up in a dark room. You don't remember how you got there, just that you are there. Now that you think about it, you really don't remember anything past your name, what race you are, and a class. Almost like this is some sort of RPG... There's a door and window in the dark room, yet neither appears to radiate any light from whatever lies beyond it. Laying at your feet is a small sheet of paper with the words "If you are reading this message, it means there is still hope. You just need to find it," hastily scratched onto it in a messy scrawl. What do you do?

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You search for hope, whatever that might be. You just woke up in a room with no memory of anything, but you had a note saying you have to find hope, and you'll be good. The note was pretty cryptic, but it had to have truth to it right? They wouldn't lie to you on a cryptic note, right? Right? So, you set off on a mission to find hope within the room alone. You were actually so good at that, you found many things that relate to hope, but you're not sure if any of them were what you were actually looking for... However, you discovered: A person named Hope, a dog named Hope that belongs to the person named Hope, a dictionary page for the definition of hope, and several different religious books, all of which are in Latin for some strange reason.

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You try to investigate the window, but the second you start to, you just start staring at your reflection and begin contemplating how the window reflects your image. It's not a mirror, so how does it do that? It's just like magnets! How do they work?? By the time you finally figure it out the answer to both of those questions, you forget exactly what you were originally gonna do.

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