Kai shrugged, his own avatar—a generic, gray-skinned figure with no distinguishing features—slouching in the neon gloom of Rax's hideout. "I don't need to be anyone else. I'm no one. That's the point."
The OP didn't police this. It couldn't. The Steal Avatar script had been passed around so many times that its origin was a ghost story. Some said it was written by a heartbroken developer whose own avatar was stolen. Others said it was a stress test by the OP's original architects, never removed. A few whispered that the script wasn't code at all, but a living thing—a memetic virus that spread through jealousy and longing. - OP - Steal Avatar Script- Be Anyone-
The crowd went silent.
Kai admired that. And that admiration curdled, just a little, into something sharper. He wanted to know what it felt like to be admired. To have people lean in when you spoke. To exist in color instead of gray. That's the point