Dear Diary,

I guess everything below us is just super angry. Some players got through the kobolds, and were ripped to shreds by the ants.

I kinda feel sorry for the players at this point. I mean, it’s not their fault everything on the floors below us is different. We accidentally ruined everything, and I don’t know how to fix any of it.

Well, except the slimes are the same. And Ox (oh yeah, his group got here, he’s an otter guy now) said that the kraken is easier to fight now. So just the wolves, kobolds and ants are harder to beat. No one has gotten to the yetis yet, so I don’t know about them. I doubt the yetis will have changed.

Aya is worried about the ants. She was their friend, more than anyone else, and she doesn’t have any way of communicating with them. Like I don’t have any way of communicating with the wolves.

A part of me wants to try making a deal with the Admin. Like, if he lets Staab come down and then lets us get to floor 98, I’ll… I don’t know. Pretty much anything. Promise to never push any button ever again ever? Even if I wasn’t one of the ones who pushed the end button.

I have to wonder if anyone else in the dungeon was used to moving between floors. I mean, we couldn’t have been the only ones to have figured out how, right? I wonder how many other people are upset that they can’t visit their friends any more.

And it’s all our fault…

Goodnight, dungeon.

Staab roared, swinging his heavy longsword at a player. The player yelped, holding a shield in front of him. Staab brought his sword down again, breaking the shield. He was about to bring his sword down onto the player’s skull when a blast of magic hit him. He felt ice go through him, turning him into a frozen sculpture.

He didn’t die, though. The magic would wear off within a quarter of an hour. If the players were still around, he’d be able to break free of the ice and attack them.

He was facing the exit. The players defeated the last ghost and wandered to the invisible barrier. Two of the group went through while the third waited. Staab watched, curious. One of the players pulled a multicolored key out of his inventory and tossed it to the player on Staab’s side of the barrier. The player caught it, said something in thanks, and walked through.

With the group out, the magic affecting Staab evaporated. He stared at the barrier, then ran to his hut. The other hobgoblins called to him, but this was far more important than preparing for the next player.

He pulled the pillow off his bed and grabbed his sending stone.

“Lily? Lily!”

He paced impatiently, watching the other NPC’s through a glassless window.

“Lily, come on, please…”

The group of ghosts shot away. Players were close.

“Fine,” he growled, tossing the stone back onto his bed.

He ran back out the door, longsword ready.