I grabbed the handle and pushed forward. The inside of the room was dimly lit by candles, and all the curtains were drawn closed. It was someone's office, but it was in complete disarray. There was a smell of must, but it had been covered up by a pleasant incense. Why would anyone be here? CCP closed down over twenty years ago, who would still be lurking in their corporate office in Reykjavik?

"G-globby? Is that you?" A familiar and weak voice came from behind a desk in the corner of a room.

"Yes, I'm here CCP Falcon." I walked over to his desk and saw him laying on the floor, covered in paper cuts. "Why are you here?"

"I did it, I told you I would find it." He handed me a flash drive. "This is it. This is the back up right before Phoebe. I recovered it from another broken flash drive after months of hard work."

"Does this mean-"

"Yes. We can fix it. We can go back, and make sure it never happened." CCP Falcon whispered. "It's all up to you... Make sure you stop *him*."

"My friend, I will go back and save not only you, but the entire world."

CCP Falcon smiled, and exhaled his last breath. I shut his eyes and stood up, I knew what I had to do.

I backed away, and put a knee and a fist to the floor. I set my watch to November 3rd, 2014 and braced myself. Lights started spinning all around me and the room began to blur. A roar of static deafened and drowned out all noise and climaxed in an intense burst of light and the sound of thunder. I was thrown into the same room, but it was very different. It was brightly lit, well maintained and clean. I stood up and looked behind me- and a young CCP Falcon looked right back, mouth wide open.

I put my hands up "Friend, it's me, Globby. We worked together in the future, I came back to save Eve!" He moved back in his chair and picked up the phone. He kept mumbling in some odd language and panickingly tried to dial a phone number. Remembering what the old Falcon said to me, I said "Remember the blue dragon dildo you bought for a friend?"

He completely stopped moving. He looked at me and after several seconds of silence he stuttered "W-what?"

"Before you joined CCP, you RMTed by buying your friend a blue dragon dildo. He paid you 50 billion ISK and you bought him a $150 sex toy."

"How could you know?"

"Because you told me. I am from the future, you sent me here to save Eve online, and if we don't act fast, we wont be able to stop *him*. He wont stop until he ruins Eve, Albion, and every other game he works on. He later launches into politics and becomes president and causes a nuclear war. We cannot let him start his campaign of destruction." Falcon understands what I'm saying. He has obviously seen the warning signs coming from the evil I'm talking about.

"Even if I believed you, how can we stop him? He deleted all the previous iterations of the game up to this point and it would be nearly impossible to unwrite his code. It would take years to decompile all the data in order to get the game back to where it was!"

"Yes it would, but luckily we've had years." I reveal the flash drive. "This is a pre-Phoebe patch version for Eve. If we can get this into the main server before down time, which is in two hours, we can avert the crisis that is about to happen."

CCP Falcon held eye contact with me and after a tense few seconds put the phone down. "Alright, I'm in. I can't have my family and friends thinking I made a shit game."

-scene-

I went to the lunchroom with a guest pass given to me by Falcon. I grabbed a kitchen knife and stashed it in my sock. I figured you could never be too prepared, and the fate of the world, and Eve Online might depend on it. Me and Falcon met back together in his office.

"He was there. Greyscale has the key, and he's keeping it on him. I asked him for it, using the excuse that I left my wallet in there but he said that searching for it can wait until tomorrow. I don't know why he's acting strange."

"It doesn't matter, we need to confront him. Let's go to his office right now."

We took the elevator to the third floor and approached Greyscale's office. Before we knocked, me and Falcon looked at each other. "You know what must happen if he doesn't willingly hand over the key." I said sternly.

"He needs to be stopped." Falcon repeated.

I opened the door and looked forward. There was CCP Greyscale, with his back to us, looking out of his window.

"Ah, will you look who finally showed up. I've been waiting for you."

"What?" I exclaimed. "How could you know we were coming?

"You're not the only one capable of time travel, Globby." I was sent a message by myself that I should be ready for you. Greyscale pulled out a handgun and aimed it at myself. "Why don't you two have a sit?"

Me and Falcon sat down ten feet away from Greyscale. There was a desk between us, so there was no way I could make it to him in time.

"This patch is going to go though, no matter what either of you do, it's just paradoxically logical. I will however, still kill you because I can't risk anything happening after that."

Greyscale pointed his gun at me and I jumped out of my seat and lunged at him. He fired off two shots and hit me once in the chest. Falcon followed up with me and wrestled the gun away from Greyscale, and threw it on the floor. I had stabbed Greyscale in the stomach.

"Are you okay?" Falcon cried.

"I'm fine for now, get to the server room and-" The door to Greyscale's office opened.

A man with a terrible shirt walked through the door and pointed his gun at Falcon. I moved my body in between him and the man with a terrible shirt and three more gunshots went off. I fell to the floor, and a speechless Greyscale stumbled away.

"S-Sort Dragon? What are you doing here?" Falcon said. But it wasn't just Sort Dragon, it was a much older Sort Dragon.

"I came here to stop Globby. If I can't have the game my way, I'll burn it down, and I'll burn down the whole world if I cannot be satisfied. CCP Greyscale, get out of here and get the key secure, I'll take it from here."

I was slowly bleeding out on the floor but still conscious. Sort Dragon shook Falcon up and took the flash drive that I had given him. He threw it to the floor, and stepped on it. He started punching Falcon over and over again, maniacally shouting about Null Wormholes, or some other nonsense. I figured all was lost, until I realized Greyscale's gun was still on the floor.

"Fix the game you goddamn Developer!" Sort shouted as he kneed Falcon in the chest.

Every single wound on my body pulsated in pain with the beat of my heart, and every single movement I made needed to be fully calculated.

"Wormholes are fucking stupid, Pandemic Legion's wormhole force projection is so fucking dumb fix this shit!" Sort kept shouting at a confused and scared Falcon.

I grabbed the gun, rolled out into the open, and opened fire on Sort Dragon. I emptied the entire magazine, and he dropped. Falcon ran over to my body.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, we couldn't stop him." Falcon said.