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The term “nerds” would probably be the best way to describe Alex and Jay, at least personality wise. They were uninteresting physically: Jay stood at 5’7 with short brown hair, and had a habit of wearing light-blue button-ups, while Alex was 6’2 with significantly longer brown hair and a propensity to always wear shorts and a tee-shirt no matter the situation; both had average muscle mass, enough to be considered fit without actually being noteworthy in any way. The pair were close friends, mostly over a shared love of all things nerdy, from Star Wars and Marvel to video games like Horizon Zero Dawn and Alan Wake. Of course, this also came with a deep attraction to many fictional characters and even a few real celebrities tied to their geeky interests, mostly cosplayers and a handful of E-celebs. They could talk for hours on end just debating which of their favorite crushes, whether flesh and blood or not, was better than the rest, usually spurred on by encountering that specific

Student Apartments [Manhattan] – 3:40 PM on a Sunday in October A man in his early twenties sat on a couch watching a download progress bar slowly creep on the television located in the middle of a studio apartment. “Is there a single game that doesn’t have 20GB+ weekly updates now?” A cloaked figure crept out from one of the few rooms with a door within the apartment and approached in a shambling mnner. “Just leave the food on the side table near the door. I paid you in the app.” When he didn’t receive a delivery notification on his phone, the man knew something was up. Turning around, the cloaked figure grabbed his neck. “You’re not the delivery guy.” “You forgot!” The cloaked figure shrieked. “You forgot to zip me up!” Abruptly, the cloak dropped; revealing a twenty-something woman desperately holding up a dress in position for someone to zip up the back. She glanced at the television hoping to see what was so important. “Updates again? Really?” The man

“Overwatch fans, brace yourselves for the ultimate MEKA experience this weekend! See a recreation of the MEKA hangar fully realized in reality! Sit on the beanbag chairs that you recognize from the spawn room! Experience the gyroscopic gaming chair of the 2070’s! All this and more awaits you in historic Suffolk. Only [100 of regional currency] for admission! You get the whole seat, but you’ll only need the edge.” This obnoxious ad ran around the world on a Wednesday afternoon. Surely, there’s no chance anyone would actually attend, right? Well, about that… Saturday Morning in Suffolk One man stood in line outside of a dilapidated boarding school auditorium that sported stock footage-adorn posters over cracks in the exterior walls and broken windows. The queue marking ropes were so cheap that the man accidentally broke by bumping into them. “Maybe they picked this place to have a reasonable approximation of an omnic attack epicenter.” He took a selfie in front of a poster