The Deep Space Entities had understood what the God of Fiction intended to do. Compared to the uncontrollable nature of the original Deep Space Plane, they were now trapped in a new self-contained reality—a place akin to a twenty-five-person dungeon.
"You've misunderstood. If it were just a simple dungeon, I could easily isolate each of you, toss you onto separate planets, surround you with seals, and assign you a bunch of minions pretending to be corrupted. They'd act as cash cows for the so-called evil heroes of the real world."
"Such an arrangement would have the advantage of splitting one antagonist into seven or eight dungeons, thereby significantly extending the playtime for the real-world players."
"What I refer to as the 'World Game' is actually consistent with what you've always wanted to do. For entities like yourselves—born out of fantasy, condensed from ideological tides—naturally, I must grant you the right to reasonable imagination."
