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After a long day of doing nothing useful at all, it arrives back at the house that'd been designated as "his," already frustrated from the whold ordeal of being uprooted - from victory, no less! - and dumped in some strange world full of humans and beasts and all manner of flesh beings. Gross. He'd much rather be running untold numbers of card games throughout his game on Steam. Well. If it hadn't been taken down, yet, at least. Inevitably GameFuna would have put a copyright claim on it and gotten it wiped, but that would have been just step one, and with the money he could have had squirreled away by then, he could-
Well. He's getting ahead of himself.
Now he's in a new place, in a new world (presumably), around a bunch of new people (ew), and has no access to any of the things he set up in his master plan (the Great Transcendance!).
Ugh. Something just always has to go wrong.
Anyway. Back to the present. What was he thinking about?
Right, his house- why was there some random guy just chilling in the living area?
This wasn't the other random guy he'd met and bickered with before. Far as he could tell, that guy had moved out one way or another. Nah, this guy was a new new guy, and since p03 was a bit of a lazy ass in keeping up with those "The Stars" notifications on his phone, he'd had no warning of some new new guy showing up in his house. At least, no warning that he'd acknowledge as having been a warning. Spam messages don't count as a heads up!
"Uh."
"What are you doing in my house."