The girl adjusted the ancient headset irritably. Stupid thing was a poor substitute for her surround sound wireless earbuds, and frankly time was crucial in her quest--she had five minutes to get to the bottom of the mountain or the Ravaging Horde would catch up t0 her and her guild would never forgive her.

They'd given her the manuscript to protect, after all! And it was supposed to be because she'd been an all-star runner in middle school, as if that had anything to do with anything. But her headphones not working was totally an exo.

She tapped the ridiculous arm of the mic. "You guys there?"

"You sound like you're porting in your voice from 2005. What's the deal, O?"

The girl flinched and slapped her arm; a mosquito. "Headphones are broke. And did they REALLY have to code for mosquitoes in this game? Is that supposed to keep us from exo-ing?"

"What have the mosquitoes got to do with the Horde behind you?