[Shenandoah]

Mazin layered bread, cheese, and meat together into a dry sandwich before biting into it. Mike thought about it. "Hm... you may be right," he considered. "Did you look at maps before logging in? Or before all of this happened?"

He sighed as he grabbed an apple and bit into it. The administrator marveled at the taste before swallowing. "Well, I'd be considered an anomaly myself, now. Therein lies the problem. How do we get information to them? What do we do to get them to realize we're still very much conscious... just within the confines of this place." He waved his hand around the room, apple firmly held in place in his palm.

Mazin swallowed his bite with some difficulty. "Do you think you've been discovered?"

"I don't think it. I know it. People pass by my office every day and I was there when I logged in. I'm sure it'll be a huge deal all over the walls and PMs of this world." Mazin gave him an odd look. "I'm not over-exaggerating, Mazin," he said sternly. "The admins will talk. The pixelists will talk. It will spread outwards and everyone will talk. Some will make connections with your cases and then you'll have your own fames going. Right now, you could be considered safe because you don't look like yourselves in real life. I do."

Mazin arched a brow. "Bad idea making your character look like you, huh?"

"Most items are completely customizable, within reason. Base designs don't change but colors do. I designed my character to look exactly like me, save some minor alterations. I wanted mine to be individual. And now it's going to cost me."