He looked at his own inventory one last time. The rusted pistol. The useless keycard. The message in a bottle.

Kael opened his inventory. He still had items from the first fan-run server, back when they'd called themselves the Legacy Keepers . A rusted pistol. A keycard to a locked door that didn't exist anymore. A single, unsent message in a bottle, text he'd written a decade ago: "We're not preserving a game. We're preserving a place."

Instead, he typed: "Does anyone want to just… walk?"

Good game, everyone.