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The next time people got a glimpse of Ollie, they were patiently waiting on the website that had mysteriously appeared.
Not everyone who saw the hijacking went to the stream- there were folks that were too busy with their jobs to look at it, those who were just uninterested, or kids and teens that were banned from going anywhere near "such violence" after their parents saw the poor girl die.
They were in the minority, however. Most people understandably wanted to see a new world and prepare for whatever was ahead. Most were fascinated, confused, and wanted more.
Humans were naturally curious beings.
When people first clicked on the site link or entered it in, they were met with the following disclaimer.
[VOID CO. presents the Inphernal Archive, the homepage for all of participant Olivine Nguyen's future livestreams!]
[All viewers' identities will not be anonymous- although your fellow chat members will only see your username, Olivine Nguyen (and Void Co. higher beings) will see able to see your full legal name.]
[Void Co. already knows it. We do not need algorithms or subterfuge to know who you mortals are.]
[Aside from that- remember to be polite and follow common courtesy to your fellow chatters! Please choose a username. No need for a password.]
A decent chunk of humans had contemplated whether or not to simply exit out, but the implicit threat of whatever Void Co. was- the congregation of gods they were- already knowing their identities...
It made them feel like there was nothing left to lose.
When they first entered their username and logged in, they saw that, to their relief, the layout looked similar to a Twitch stream. There were tabs for a forum moderated by... whoever the hell [Xx__xX] was.
Fellow Redditors would have thought the being was a human if not for the fact that their title was clearly cursed in some way and clicking on their profile made screens glitch in protest.
The whole site was a sleek black with purple highlights, and in the middle was the same timer counting down from one hour.
[FIRST STREAM - ???] was the title. Oddly enough, the chat was still active without the need for Ollie to be streaming.
Already there was a lot of people from around the world spamming it. Tons of confused folks, troublemakers spamming obscenities, and spammers reigned supreme.
Oddly enough, while the chat allowed profanity, anyone who tried to type a slur or anything 'too far' was censored with hashtags, akin to the Roblox filter.
So the chat ended up looking like this:
Global Chat
perrecito: ############
Mike2911: Dude what the hell was the hijacking on about??? Is this really the end times???
asdfg123: bruhhhh
ToiletPaper_Bro: Greetings from Yunnan!!! How are you?
FBIOfficialTrustMe: How is this a better layout than Twitch already
M0RTi5: play Pokemon emerald plz
SageBowingToADog: I am surprised that the government has not blocked this site???
Aritenn: Same, I agree comrade
OOOO: ######
DreamWasTakenFan1111: I'm so shooketh??? Like, i was in the middle of drawing fanart when that all happened?
Chatters quickly realized that even though every message was in their native language, everyone in the stream chat seemed to be from all around the world.
It was as if the metaphorical Tower of Babel had never been built- here, there was only communication without a language barrier. The built-in forum was already flooded by people trying to get a sense of where they were.
Of course some troublemakers tried spamming it with explicit imagery but found that it just wouldn't send at all, unless the message was changed.
It was the world's most well-moderated and worst-moderated forum at the same time. Chaos reigned.
And that wasn't considering how the countries with internet censorship were reacting. The moment they realized that the website connected their people to the outside net, they immediately tried to block it.
Nothing. Their best hackers couldn't even peek through the firewall, and even those who got close seemed to sweat and visibly fear for their lives as they did.
It stopped once a government official- leaning on the desk of one of those poor hackers, yelling at him to keep going- ended up seizing up and having a mysterious stroke. The news spread quickly, and others who tried to stop it were also similarly harmed.
It's not like they can go against Void Co. after all. Human government and corporate bureaucracy had nothing on divine bureaucracy.
A few folks all around the world were talking with each other, doing the first steps to break down the barriers between them. All what [REDACTED] wanted, before shit eventually hit the fan.
And the one thing with all of them- rich, poor, government lackey to anarchist to scientist to country hick- man and woman and in between, old and young -
They waited impatiently as the timer ticked down to the hour that their lives would turn upside down yet again.
Everyone processed grief differently.
In a small house in California suburbia, gently nestled in a corner- a mother clutched her phone like it was a lifeline.
A father was waiting at the front door of the house, pacing back and forth. Curious neighbors were already peeking their heads through their front doors and gates, whispering to each other.
"Isn't that the same couple that...?"
"Poor woman. I don't know much about her, or her husband- but didn't their daughter pass four years ago?"
"Ellos son una familia bastante solitaria. (They're a rather solitary family.)"
"We don't know much about them, but-"
Black cars pulled up, clogging the small neighborhood street. Men in black suits, with dark sunglasses and clean-cut hair, stepped onto the front porch that had withering flowers around it.
One knocked on the door.
'Knock, knock.'
The man took a deep breath, opening the door. His wife was sitting on the couch in the back, slumped over. She looks exhausted, as if she'd cried all night and was too tired to cry more.
"Are you Orwell Nguyen?" The government agent asked.
"... I am." He says, his response curt. He glances over at the group of agents stationed in front of his house, blocking off the neighbors' sight. "What's it to you?"
"May we come in and speak to you and your wife, Hoa Tiên Nguyen?" The man asked.
Orwell's face twists up, and he glances over at his wife. He glances back at the agents- more specifically, the guns holstered at their waist.
"... Fine." He says. He opens the door, knowing that there wasn't really much of a choice anyways.
The man steps in, and so does all of the other agents. They stand neatly in the living room, some of them sweeping the house before coming back.
"It's a nice house you got here." The agent says, nodding his head. "You've taken care of it well."
"Thank you." Hoa mutters, trying to be polite back. It was clear that she was stressed and scared, her nails digging into her aged palms.
Orwell, on the other hand, narrows his hand. "Get to the point. We know that you are not here for-" He struggles to find the word for the bit. "Normal business."
The man nods. "Straight to the point, I see."
"We're here to take you and your family to a safer place. With everything that's happened, and your daughter's involvement-"
"My daughter is dead." He says, his tone harsh.
Hoa looks away, her lips pursing. She closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath.
"We cremated her body ourselves. Saw the process." She said. "She cannot be alive. That cannot be her."
The agent clasps his hands together. "There is only one Olivine Nguyen in the entire state of California." He says frankly. "And her appearance matches up with all academic records the state has of her, even with her being older."
"We believe that yes- while this is not your daughter, given the... circumstances-" He gestures towards a family photo. "She's still a version of your daughter."
"And many people around the world will not care if she is alive or not. You're already on their radar."
Orwell is quiet as the agent explains it to him and his wife. They're still raw- the grief of their only daughter's death freshly renewed at seeing her alive and then die again.
They can't get that sight out of their head. Their baby, all grown up and going to university- their little baby girl had made it, and then had her future ripped away from her again.
No parent wants to outlive their child. They only had one last chance with their son.
"Our-our son." Hoa suddenly sat up straight, her nails digging into the couch in fear. "Our son! He's- he's still in school! What if-"
"Don't worry." The agent holds his hand up. "We dispatched some agents to pick him up. He's at the planned drop-off place."
"Come with us. We'll bring you to him."
Hoa looks at her husband. Both of them seem to quietly agree, and get up quietly to follow the agents back to the armored cars.
Both of them knew they would never have a normal life again.
[00:01:00]
One minute until the stream was online once again. The chat was flooded and racing by as fast as it could, even with slowmode.
The international audience was mostly common people and those curious to see what was going on. More influential people, like government officials and agents, were much more quiet, simply observing.
The timer ticked down. It hit zero, and the stream flickers to life.
"Okay- camera on, microphone ready..." A clawed hand pulls back. Ollie, or at least her new appearance, is present in front of the screen.
Her new apartment is much more disordered than before, with books strewn across the bed behind her and a bunch of paper stacks.
"Ah- right." She gives a sheepish smile, checking her laptop monitor. "Hey! I'm Ollie. Uh- you probably already know that, but-"
"Yeah. I'm from the future. And here to help you all survive what's coming in five years."
The chat explodes. Ollie clears her throat.
"Okay, so... the chat's going too fast for me to read- I'll have to figure out how to fix that later, when it's the QnA session, but-"
"I'm going to first start off by getting my priorities in order."
She takes a deep breath, clasping her hands together as her tone is serious.
"I know you all have your grudges. I know there's history between nations and people that I can't ever fully understand."
Ollie closes her eyes. It's the same way her mother closes her eyes.
"But I am here to represent humanity. I cannot pick or choose sides just because of who I was when I was alive, or favor any one country or political party or whatever."
She places her hand down. "That is final."
There's an outcry from the people watching the stream. Nationalists argued, some were bold enough to call her a traitor to her own country- but they were silenced by the large minority, who was more doubtful she could do that.
"Neutrality? In this day and age?" One British woman snorts. "Please. As if anyone could do that without the press twisting their words."
"试图通过对话来化解国家间的宿怨，就像试图用一根草叶劈开大海一样徒劳无功。(Attempting to resolve long-standing animosities between nations through dialogue is as futile as trying to split the sea with a blade of grass.)" A Chinese shut-in muttered.
"Скорее ад замерзнет, чем наше правительство добровольно пойдет на сотрудничество с ними. (Hell will freeze over before our government voluntarily agrees to cooperate with them.)" One Russian said, spinning a pen in his hand.
Ollie elaborates, adjusting the camera on her laptop. "This isn't just a livestream- I've also been given the ability to transport non-living material back to Earth, in order for you to analyze."
"Resources not found on Earth, technology that we don't have... I can send it over for you to analyze and pick apart, all you'd like. I know that scientists around the world would love to see what's in store."
World governments tensed up the moment they heard 'resources'. Their hands itched to call up any of their workers to pick apart every little word and possibility.
"So I will make it fair. I will get as many samples as I can during my 'work hours', and I will share them as equally as I can." She waves her hand. "Whatever research facility I send them to- you choose. I know that you'll figure it out."
Ollie then goes on to explain the mechanics of how the stream works. The contents of whatever she's sending comes through the screen of the device via holographic teleportation, and the contents can literally be anything that's non-living.
"Okay, uh- let's test it out, first." Ollie says, pulling out a six-pack of soda cans. "These are uh- Bloxy Colas! Yes, the Roblox ones."
"And I'll tell you how my user search function works too!"
She carefully cuts the plastic rings holding the soda cans together while talking. "Basically, I can search up which users are relevant to the task I need, and put them in a temporary chat that's public to the rest of the stream. I'll be able to send the materials right over to them, once I know what their username- or their name, is."
She finishes it up by going on her laptop and squinting. "Hm... government workers... I'm pretty sure the major governments had their employees set up accounts to watch this, and- aha!"
Ollie places five of those accounts into view, all with blank profile pics. A secondary tab opens up in the chat, and the viewers hurriedly click on it.
[New Chat Group] [Government Test Chat]
user1776: You were able to find us that fast?
heavenlyswordsaint: I am not even on my main account, and yet you still manage to distinguish my identity?
user1990: I expected so. I am curious as to how you were so efficient in finding us.
user1776: I see you opted to use the same default naming system as me, user1990.
CoffeeMorningDrink: Oh come on, I wanted to watch this on my off day...
sharuyaBatmanFan: This will be difficult to explain to my superiors.
"And to answer your question, I found you that easily because I used a specialized search function on my laptop." Ollie explains. "I can see every chat member's true identity, as stated- don't worry, I won't break confidentiality unless someone agrees to have their named shared."
"You all are listed as 'government worker', so I kind of chose you five randomly from different countries."
She takes five of the soda cans, placing them near her laptop before summoning a holographic panel. The five of them disappear after some tapping and swiping.
"It should appear on your desks, if you've placed your devices there..." Ollie cracks open the sixth Bloxy Cola, before taking a swig of it. "... There. Cheers to the first new drink from another world!"
Roblox players were currently going buck-wild at seeing their own favorite game have something in their reality now.
"WHAT DOES IT TASTE LIKE?!"
"Yooo, Bloxy Cola's real!!! REAL!"
"Isn't Coca Cola gonna sue you?"
On the other side of the world, the Russian diplomat was sitting, frozen in his room as his superior eyed the inconspicuous soda can. All of them were wearing face masks due to the COVID pandemic.
"И не беспокойтесь о возможных загрязняющих веществах или патогенах из другого мира, (And don't worry about possible contaminants or pathogens from another world,)" The computer he was watching on said, translating Ollie's words.
"Мой начальник пообещал, что мое оборудование будет автоматически дезинфицировано во время транспортировки. Тем не менее, не помешает перестраховаться. (The boss promised that the transportation process from my equipment automatically disinfects it. Still, it wouldn't hurt to be safe.)"
"... Есть ли у нас оборудование для проверки на наличие загрязняющих веществ? (Do we have the equipment to test for contaminants?)" The agent asks.
His superior barks out orders for the rest of the employees to call up scientists as fast as possible. Everyone rushed around, hasty to beat the other countries in their 'test'.
The worker, however, furrowed his brows. As much as he wanted to stay on the safe side- the curiosity was too great.
He cracks open the soda and takes a small, tentative sip.
Everyone in the room freezes, and the soldiers called up slowly reach for their guns, nervous.
The diplomat leans back, pondering the taste. "... Это мило. (It's sweet.)" He says, looking more confused that he wasn't immediately in pain or tasting any poison. "Как американская Coca-Cola. (Like American Coca-Cola.)"
The soldiers lowered their guns, and his superior berates him for disregarding protocol.
Ollie swirls her drinks around, sipping it. She's very much aware of the people commenting on her appearance in chat, freaking out about her declaration, all the like.
The chat with the government agents becomes active again after a few minutes.
[Government Test Chat]
user1990: We have received your delivery. Apologies, our agent has breached protocol.
user1776: Lemme guess, he drank it too?
user1990: ... I see that our subordinates are very much alike. Is he not dead as well?
user1776: No, but he's going to wish he was with the paperwork he's been assigned to.
heavenlyswordsaint: You drank yours already? I am not at work, but my superiors called me in... they saw the drink and took it for analysis.
CoffeeMorningDrink: I just prayed to God and took a swig. It's just off-brand American Soda
sharuyaBatmanFan: At least it is cold.
CoffeeMorningDrink: Amen to that.
The rest of the chat was still speeding along, so Ollie sighed in relief. "Great, the test worked. Uh- what else..."
[Government Test Chat]
heavenlyswordsaint: Why are you doing this, aside from it being assigned to you as divine duty?
heavenlyswordsaint: What do you stand to gain for doing this?
The former human was quiet for a while, before she lets out a sigh.
"You won't believe me if I say it's just for the sake of humanity, will you?" She says. "I get it. You wouldn't trust someone to do something so selfless, especially when the world's been thrown into disarray."
"So- instead of me just making this one-sided, I'll let this be an equal trade between you and me." She snaps her fingers, pointing at the camera. "If I give you resources to study and research and information... I want you to take care of my family."
"I know they're not... my family, from my own timeline and such." She says, her expression becoming soft. "But they're still my mom and dad. My brother should still be in school by now, and-"
She clears her throat, sucking in a breath. "I care about them. A lot."
"So here's the deal."
Ollie rummages through some paper before holding up a simple diagram. "Any country that receives my aid grants my family partial citizenship. I want them to have the resources to travel and my brother to have the best education he can."
She lets out a sheepish chuckle. "He's uh- he might look lazy but he's got a lot of potential. So, please? Check him out when it's time for him to graduate?"
... Honestly, it wasn't a bad deal. Some people murmured to themselves, still baffled that the girl didn't ask for hundreds of thousands of dollar in cash, just- for her family to be prosperous?
Her family, which was huddled up together in the office room together, Hoa hugging her son close like he was about to disappear at any moment- went quiet.
"... Silly girl." Her father muttered, sounding tired but fond. "You should have asked for money."
The agent assigned to watch over them only hummed in acknowledgement.
This was not their daughter. Their daughter was eleven when she perished, not old enough to even see the path she'd walked in the future. She was not a being with horns like a goat and skin as white as snow.
But her same foolish, endearing love for her family was there. And that was enough to remind them.
The broadcast continues. Ollie sighs, before getting back on topic.
"But enough about my family. The reason why I'm so insistent on neutrality, on all the countries of the world working together, is because of the situation you're in."
Her expression becomes grim. "The Inpherno is a dangerous place. Yes, it is not inherently bad or evil- but it's complex in the way all our countries are."
"It's a place with both magic and futuristic technology. Yes- I said magic." She pinches the bridge of her non-existent nose. "And I mean it. Call it magic, thaumaturgy, magitech- whatever. Because some of the shit here defies Earth's laws of physics and biology."
Magic was real. That was enough to send the scientists reeling back and the religious folk crying blasphemy or divinity. Normal folks, however, were more focused on the novelty of it all.
A young kid that had snuck out her tablet with her older brother to watched the stream squeaked. "Magic! Does that mean I can become a magical fairy?"
Her brother grins, looking just as excited. "Woah... I can be like, a super cool mage that shoots lightning and blows stuff up!"
Another person, much older and standing over a hospital bed and glancing at the TV above, mumbles to herself. "¿Puedo usar magia para curar a mi madre? (Can I use magic to cure my mother?)"
"I can't get into the Inpherno's history in-depth now, because I don't have the books in front of me and this is just the first stream-" Ollie rambles. "But. But there was like- they just went through their first world war not too long ago. Like, the year's 3099 AR, whatever that means- and their war only ended in the 80's, I think-"
She takes a gulp of her Bloxy Cola, sighing. "... Yeah. There's a lot to go over. The main thing is, the world's been described by the game creators as 'trying to recover from being a dystopia'."
"It doesn't bide well for us if we come in, guns blazing."
The chat is filled with worry and panic. Ollie holds a hand up, massaging her new horns in frustration.
"Look- I'm not saying we're doomed. What I'm saying is even though we've a population of eight billion and they've only got a few hundred thousand, they're still stronger, tougher, and have more experience with magic and more advanced tech."
"All we have over them is our teamwork." She points down at the table. "And that's what's going to make this work. We can't assume that we're better than them- we can't think we're superior and act all cocky going into this blind."
"Because that's how we'll lose."
"War is messy, tragic- and most of all, unfavorable to our circumstances as newcomers." Ollie folds her hands. "While diplomacy doesn't work when one side is unequal in terms of power."
"So we'll bide our time. Learn their culture, learn their science and their history. We collaborate with them, because immediately picking a fight with the dominant civilization in this world the moment we arrive makes us look like pricks."
"Got that?"
They couldn't have made it even clearer.
The stream continues, as messy and disorganized as it was. It was Ollie's first stream, however, and she decided to use it to discuss the most urgent matters at hand.
"I used the time before this stream to get food and prepare for the initial broadcast." Ollie says, showing off her ID. "[REDACTED] actually got me a new identity here, see?"
Her ID read as follows:
Frying Pan
Age: 20
Region: Thieves' Den
Faction: Factionless
There was a bunch of other information about 'horn color', eye color, and height, but that was obvious. The humans were more curious about what the 'region' and 'faction' meant.
Global Chat
amy000: what does faction mean??? as in like job or???
SWEEESH: What's factionless mean???
ppextendus: yeah tell us about the faction
SaltyBae: Nvm about the faction wdym THIEVES' DEN??? Kinda sounds like stereotyping????
MikeHolde: Bruhhh what's the region what does it mean
Samuraiii: Yeah me too sounds kinda lawless. Like something outta Batman. Like who TF names their place 'Thieves' Den'
"Okay, okay- Basically, the gist of the Inpherno is that it's split up into four main regions." She explains. "The entire place is a supercontinent akin to... Pangea, I think? But they have four regions that have differing climates and cultures living there."
"The four regions are Thieves' Den, Blackrock- yes, the same name as the American military company, it's a funny coincidence- Lost Temple and Playground."
"And before you classic Roblox fans comment- yes, those four regions are based off the Crossroads map in the old BrickBattle game."
More excitement from the Roblox fans, while government analysts quickly wrote down the information. Ollie makes a circular gesture with her hand.
"And uh- those four regions house the main factions that went to war with each other during the Great Faction War. I'll go over them later when I actually have more concrete information on hand."
"The apartment I'm in is not in any of the four factions- it is instead in a massive megacity called Crossroads."
She pulls out a really messy sketch of- oh wow, that was just a bunch of messy cylinders haphazardly sketched together. There was a line where the ground was, indicating that a portion of the city was underground.
"As you can see, it's uh- pretty big. An architectural nightmare on the bottom." She comments. "It's also really capitalistic and you can really see the class disparities, but- it's also the only neutral zone between all four factions."
"Even so. The crime rate's around like- Detroit level or something. Especially in the lower layers."
More people were chattering about the implications of such a city- that sort of place? They sure as hell didn't like the description, but hey- a ton of places on Earth could qualify for the same sort of disdain.
"A city like that... you think it's like Kowloon Walled City, right? The one that Cyberpunk 2077 was inspired by?" One gamer whispers. "I gotta know if there's sick-ass neon lights."
"That sort of living space... it'd be really cramped at the bottom."
"Invånarna av den nedre delen av 'Crossroads' är nog de fattiga, medan de rika lever lyxigt på toppen. (The inhabitants at the bottom of 'Crossroads' must be the poor, while the rich enjoy the luxuries up top.)"
"De har det nog fattigt där nere medan de glider på en räkmacka där uppe. (The bottom must be poor while the top slide on a shrimp sandwich.)"
However, there were still people yelling in chat about the most obvious change in front of them.
Global Chat
Paru-Paru-chan: Tell us what you are!!! are you like a demon or something???
Farmer Harvesting Meme Crops: I do not know what you are, but you look very squishy, like a hamster
JackofAllTrades: Dude those are some sick-ass horns
christisking999: REPENT!!! FOR THE LORD SHALL FORGIVE YOU AND DELIVER YOU FROM HELL!!!
coldsnow5: bald
benchbedrock: I mean at least you look cute, whatever you are???
InnitFan0000: Those horns are so goat-coded
Ollie's hand goes up to her horns, and her eyes widen. "Ah, shoot- I forgot to talk about the most important thing! Uh-"
She gestures to herself, giving a sheepish grin. "So, as you can see- I'm an Inphernal. Yes, same name as the planet I was sent to. Like naming humans 'Earthlings', I swear."
"Inphernals are genderless, asexually-reproducing beings that inhabit the Inpherno. They're a rather territorial and naturally aggressive species, but I suppose it comes with spawning in such a harsh environment."
The former human pokes her own chest. "And uh- before you ask, when I say genderless- I really mean it. I don't exactly have... reproductive parts anymore. It's all smooth down there and my chest is just fat, no nipples."
The chat explodes once again, this time from more science nerds. One user seemed especially distressed about the implications.
"BUT HOW DO THEY EXPEL WASTE?! There's no hole at the bottom! And- asexual reproduction in such a complex species- if that's the case, they'd all be clones of each other! No genetic diversity!"
Another scientist was rocking back and forth, muttering to herself. "二度とあんな研究はしない。無性生殖に関する論文のために、何年もかけてトカゲの繁殖について研究したんだ…。 (I'll never do that kind of research again. I spent years studying lizard reproduction for a paper on asexual reproduction...)"
Ollie lets out a small chuckle. "If i wanted to get into Inphernal reproduction, I'd have to get into the four Spawns, and those are complex enough on their own. Know that they're spawned via magical means and technically have reincarnation cycles, though... I'd have to research that more."
Oh. She did not just drop the fact that reincarnation exists and that the so-called demons of the other worlds had it- it was enough to make the Buddhists and Hinduists feel satisfied that their religion got something right while also confused as to why Inphernals had the luxury of reincarnating when they were apparently 'aggressive'.
"Anyways- to answer the guy ranting about waste like shit or piss, they just... don't have that? No toilets and all." Ollie winces, before shrugging. "Inphernal bodies apparently are very efficient at converting food into energy. As much as that breaks the laws of biology."
She could practically hear the pained wailing and screaming from so many biologists having one of the basic tenants of biology broken by this world. She feels like the physicists were going to have an aneurism at what they'll see with Playground.
"If you're worrying about losing reproductive capability when you eventually get transported to the Inpherno and turned into this species, don't worry. Uh-"
Ollie rummages through one of her papers and squints at it. "Boss says you're going to be turned into a separate subspecies of Inphernals with reproductive systems. The downside, however, is that due to being able to create life without the need of a Spawn, you'll be physically weaker and less durable than a normal Inphernal."
"Can't believe I got my tits taken when I died, and I can only get them back after I do my job..." She mutters jokingly.
The chat has a laugh at that but there's several people completely horrified at her losing her bodily autonomy. Ollie holds up both hands.
"Woah, don't worry! It was kind of a mutual agreement- it gave me a durability boost and the strength to keep up with normal Inphernals, and I don't get caught if they somehow see me without clothes in some god-forsaken circumstance."
One person, finally, asked the question she was looking for.
"Bakit Frying Pan ang pangalan mo? Hindi ba bagay iyon?(Why is your name Frying Pan? Isn't that an object?)"
Ollie's grin widens. She pulls out a frying pan from behind her, eager to explain.
"It's time I introduced you all to the biggest defining trait of an Inphernal, aside from their horns." She said. "It's what their culture is based around, what they use to survive, and simultaneously one of the most well-researched and most mysterious parts of their existence."
"Let me tell you what an Inphernal's gear is."