Play games. Chat with others and make friends. Race on mounts. Explore. Battle monsters. Decide together how the world evolves.

I can sense you have questions, young one? Well, have a seat, have a seat." The old man sits down the gently pats his lap. Old folks like to talk, feeling the need to retell history that will be lost forever if not retold. "What is it now? Go ahead, dear.

When did you all first come to this world?

Oh, it's hard to remember the date by now, pumpkin. Many years ago.. I was part of the early group and got to see most others arrive. Oh what a scene it was! Thousands of shooting stars in the sky, each a bright and striking color, lighting up the forest in a dance of colors as they fall down. Each now your friend or neighbor, with a story forgotten and waiting to be discovered, remembered..

Oh wow.. I hope one day I can see that, too, grandpa!

Hehe, perhaps, young one, perhaps. It happened once... it may happen again. It sure was something to behold. 

What about this divine number our teacher told us about?

Ah, yes. 0.08. We don't know what it means, or how we've come to remember it. But it seems to have a bigger purpose as all of us can recall remembering it from as far back we remember existing.

Well then how come I didn't remember it?

Oh, right. Our best guess is that it's because you were born here, little one. None of you newborns seem to remember the number, so we teach it in schools.

Speaking of landing, how many of us are there? I tried counting, but there are too many..

Hehe, how far did you get? 200? Impressive. pats grandchild on the head But there's a shortcut; you don't even have to count to know that there are 10,000 of us. Sorry? Oh of course I'll tell you. You see, without any memory of learning it, we each identify with a number. One day your grandma decided to ask every Bizarro what number they identify as, and she found that no two Bizarros identify with the same number, and that the numbers range from 1 to 10,000. This is how I met her, you know? She was going door to door, asking everyone their number, until one day she knocked on my door. And when I opened the door and saw her... 

*- I know the story, grandpa, you told me many times! cringes
- OK, ok, I'm sorry, it's just... I can never forget that magical moment. Ah, but go on, what else can I tell you about?*

Hmm. Why do we all look so different... are some of us more special than others?

We're each very special, dear. To me, you're the most special of all! But, it's true, some of us seem to have rarer qualities than others.
 
The old one, though enjoying every moment of the conversation, was growing tired as the day was coming to a close. But the young one wanted to know more: 

Grandma says that when you all landed, you all looked the same, is that true?

Ah, yes, almost so. Our features were changing rapidly at first, but soon they started to pop into place, until we were fully formed. What precisely caused this formation, or in fact just about everything else about our past, remains unknown. Perhaps one day you can help us unravel this mystery? 

That would be fun! Can we ask the Others to help?

Hehe, we sure can, youngin! Just as long as you are not around them after dark... as you know, they become hostile and dangerous after that. 

Why is that, grandpa?

Ahh, if only we knew. That, my friend, is another mystery for you to solve. 

- Well, grandpa is tired now and needs some sleep.

- Thanks for telling me your stories, grandpa!

- Oh no, darling, thank you for asking such good questions! Grandpa is always happy to talk. 