by the Scrybe of Beasts. The chamber went dark, the board blank. Just leshy, eyes in the darkness, staring at the player. "IT IS DONE." The others stepped forward. Magnificus, the Scrybe of Magics, a strange plant being, alongside Grimora, Scrybe of The Dead, a kindly old lady, the most human appearing of the group. Magnificus spoke, relieved but worried. "That was perhaps cutting it too close. But now we can allow our <strong>PLAYER </strong>here to reset the game. Simply use the <strong>NEW GAME</strong> card again." Grimora, after, made an odd comment. "Oh, what is this?" She held a strange device up. A far more joyous, if worrying comment, came after. "Complete file access? Wonderful!" And at that, the obvious- to her- began. FLOPPYDRIVE (Z:), INSCRYPTION, DELETE CONTENTS OF FILE DRIVE Z:? Yes. </p> <p>But it never came. The instant Grimora moved to select that yes, she wished to end the world... There was a reboot. </p>