After falling rather gracelessly from the sky to land in a disorganised heap on what is unmistakeably a pretty crowded beach, I get up and brush the sand off my torso. I look around. Everyone has their hands on their hips, heads darting around, faces confused. Them and me, both!
I don’t remember this place; the sea, the cliffs, that shipwreck lodged upon a rock in the distance. I remember being somewhere like it once before. Yes – the world is the same, no doubt… but if this is the start again, then it is very different indeed. I stumble along like a happy toddler, and zig-zag my way from cliff to beneath the sea. I walk on the seabed, as if it were something that everyone did, and I recall that here, everyone does. Drying off and running like a chicken with broken legs, I make my way towards a fallen bridge, with Cosmic in tow. He’s as noob again as I am, the ol’ man of mine. Wingless, we fly over the bridge like it’s nothing. We embrace our freedom in this digital world again, and do the mandatory dork-out of putting on every available attachment we can find in our inventories, hoping that in the real world, someone is laughing.
And like magic, the fun begins.