Rafflesiac

It was supposed to be a simple sendoff by the admins.

One last quest for the MMO before they signed off for good. They reskinned the world to an urban complex and hurriedly coded in every language they knew to get the update out on time.

They made a horrible mistake.

Maybe it was the PERL. Maybe it was the HTML. Maybe it was the FORTRAN, or perhaps the COBOL. At any rate, a virulent glitch invaded the system.

A player was corrupted.

Worse yet, he was infectious. The player corrupted two more accounts this night, turning the innocents into what we've dubbed Zombies. They've retained human intelligence, and they have a goal: the main server.

The Zombies are attempting to take over the game; if they infest the server and get to the Internet...God help us all.

It's up to me and my guild to stop them, along with any other human alive. The admins agreed to give us legendary weapons from the game - provided we were worthy.

And despite everything, there's no way I'm losing. Not to the other guilds, and not to the Zombies.

I'm not losing to anyone.