[Shenandoah]

Mazin flushed slightly even as he backed up. "Okay," he mumbled, casting a look over at Mike who was still in denial on his own circumstances.

Michael looked about at the sudden realism of the game that he had helped design. It was obvious that what he had done was not this complex or detailed. It was obvious to him he'd gone outside the parameters by taking off his breastplate. He knew he didn't engineer straps into his character's armor design.

Jasper... or rather 'Michael the White' approached one of the windows as the streets became more populated as more people logged on. He saw his own face, the one he woke up to every morning and shaved... however this was the face of his avatar with long hair and a beard.

"This is ludicrous..." he mumbled, kneeling down next to his breastplate still laying on the ground. One hand reached down and grasped the edge of it and he started slightly when he was greeted by various players walking by.