>Be the Client:
A few minutes after you contacted your Client, your browser blinks again. Meteors are getting closer, so you hope that your server had tracked you down from whatever various thing you managed to lose in the past.
Aw man, you never expected this to show up. This would have been quite useful in the past, but now it's just another friend you have to bury, if you're weird enough to call the queen bee your friend. Still, you never know when this could come in handy. You better check if it's still there.
You hear the sound of the equipment hitting the ground outside your shelter, and it really takes you back to your first game. You need to avoid this being anything like that game at all costs.
Some things have to be done. You smash the cap off with your ladle, and throw JEAN's corpse into the kernelsprite immediately.
That... terrible cosmic pile of vegetable turd found you out. It somehow managed to flip your alchemiter over with its stupid strength in its dash towards your Server's body. It quickly begins kicking his fat stupid head. You know there's nothing you can do to it, and the meteors are quickly approaching.
You awkwardly take the CRUXITE SWORD in your hands, fairly inexperienced with such a legitimate weapon, and walk towards your foe. It ignores you, furiously aggressing your dead friend. Expecting things to go wrong at any minute, you swing your sword. A light flashes, and you're gone.
You see in front of you, some kind of miracle.
You did it. Out of a random slash of the sword, you chopped straight into that bastard onion. It quickly runs off into the mist that surrounds your shelter, but you have a feeling it will be slightly more wary to mess with you next time.
That, or vengeful.
You disregard that thought, though, and run over to your sprite.
Yeah, it looks like you've got crap to deal with.
You better be somebody else, and quick.