(WSS 11/28 Game)
Huela reached for her drink while she waited for the game to finish running the matching sequence.
It was an old game, and one that was probably on borrowed time as a live service, but Huela had been playing for so long... She'd missed a few days, though. She'd been sick...
She wasn't surprised when she was matched with all the usuals with generic names that always seemed to be on. Bots, she'd long-assumed, to fill the gaps.
That was fine. It was time to play. No need for chatting, no need to-
[You're back!]
[We worried.]
"What?"