You are now on the front lines defending the Multiverse.
The supercomputer welcomes you to XISTENTIA. You emerge on the beach, or still in the water, confused and disoriented after your body broke apart and was reformed in the firewall. The weather is temperate, and the water you've been flotsam in is warm, the sand under your hands feels gritty and just as real as anything. This is not a dream.
Your daemon is staring at you. It may be a creature you knew before or it could be something completely new. The look on it is somewhat fond, which, in some cases is quite the feat. It introduces itself to you as Remaind. It will be your network access and companion during your time in Xistentia. It informs you that it is mid-afternoon, and that you should attempt to reach the city. It projects a map, and gives you the rundown: there is a virus seeking to destroy your world, and every other world in the Multiverse. Have you witnessed any catastrophes recently, natural disasters that should be completely out of the realm of possibility? That is D.E.S.T.I.N.Y., and the only place where you can fight it, and restore your world to its former glory is here, in Xistentia. Are you willing to help?
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