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The chat window glitches and pulses with unstable light. With a flourish, the jester drops your name into the conversation. The warrior immediately declares he could crush you in battle. The apathetic queen sighs at the noise, lamenting her interrupted work of bringing enlightenment through oblivion. The winged one types in all caps, demanding everyone shut up so she can sleep. The armored king does not type at all; his silence is a statement.