Her name was [insert file .ex]. She was part of a big family, rabbit beastkin doing what rabbits are known to do. A dozen kids and two loving partners, [error] & [missing].

  For generations, the [----] family worked a farm, producing food for their massive family and the local townships. [.ex] was proud to be part of such a great tradition. Her siblings all had green thumbs and a talent for growing delicious produce. Her sister [expunged]’s fruits were some of the best .ex would ever taste, the memory of her [ ??? ] lingered with her even [expunged]…

  It turned out that despite her family history, .ex didn’t have the talent for growing plants. She was perfectly good at eating them, of course, the sweet [........deleted.......]. She was also very good at talking; she could talk the floppy ears off her mother [missing].

  In time, this minor “gift of gab” became a real talent. She had an excellent memory for people and names, making each person feel special and remembered. She could also describe things with a magical panache, especially things like her brother [removed]’s delicious [redacted].

  So she put her talents to use. In the nearby town of [deleted], she and her father [error] ran the produce stand, and she was in heaven. She couldn’t have been more proud when she sold her first [delete] without her father [error]’s help. He beamed as his little girl found her place in the family, not with a green thumb, but with a silver tongue.

  Gold started coming in with .ex’s help, and the once cash-strapped [......] family began to gain a reputation for the quality of their produce. People came from miles around just to buy the family’s home-grown food.

  Some of .ex’s siblings got older and started families of their own, expanding the farm even further. Eventually, the town of [deleted] was just too small, and .ex got the itch to travel. She got herself a cart, a good strong Yak named [■■■], and taught a few nieces and nephews to run the [deleted] stall. She became a traveling merchant, bringing her family’s fine goods to people all across Coro?en.

  She was a busy bunny, with routes stretching from [eliminated] to [obliterated] and everywhere in between.

  Then came a new type of customer, something called “players.” They were strange. Some were cold and barely spoke, only buying what they needed before moving on. Others talked, but their words and phrases were strange. Still, their gold was good and plentiful, and none of them ever tried to haggle. The money kept flowing, and she sent it home to support her ever-growing family.

  Then a dark presence appeared: an ancient, destructive dragon awoke from its slumber, destroying the ocean city of [eliminated]. Worry spread quickly, if the dragon could destroy a city, it could strike anywhere. But hope came from an unlikely place. The “players” began showing great powers, abilities unseen in the world before. Maybe their strangeness could challenge the dragon.

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  “Parties” began to form, groups of players who worked together to take down great monsters. One party rose high, rumored to be strong enough to defeat the dragon. People cheered and prayed for them. But when they fought the dragon, they lost. A few days later, the party disappeared. Hope died, and the dragon destroyed the town of [error].

  Things became strange. .ex, despite her great memory, had started to forget. She forgot players. She forgot people she no longer saw. She even forgot places. Her travel list had once been thirty stops; now it was twenty-four. But she couldn’t remember the missing names.

  Her client list was shrinking, and it bothered her deeply. Was the dragon not only destroying cities, but erasing the memory of those places?

  One day, a massive, high-leveled player came to her with a request: add a new client to her list, a beastkin in a town called Starter. She normally avoided Starter; there wasn’t much gold to be made there. But her list was shrinking, her family was once again coin-poor, and her bags were overflowing with produce. Even a small client was worth the trip.

  The player Grimmblade seemed flush with cash, buying a large haul before using an expensive teleportation scroll to return to Starter.

  It took her a day and a half to make the journey.

  At a bar called Gristle and Beers, run by a dwarf (which struck her as odd, had she forgotten dwarves existed?), she saw a cat beastkin. Her curiosity turned to confusion, and then to a little fear, as she approached the woman.

  Why would a cat beastkin want produce? Cats were meat-eaters. Was this a trap? Did this cat want to eat her?

  Her worry faded when she noticed the beastkin was a player. Players did weird things. This one was particularly weird, obsessed with the quality of melons. But .ex was excited. She had a new customer, and the cat was excited for her produce. Her family would finally have some coin. The dragon was still far from this town, and she could keep this route going for a long time. She couldn’t wait to tell [missing] the good news. Maybe she’d buy her nephews and ne....

  When she woke up, it was gone. All of it. She didn’t know what she was, who she was, or where she came from. There were sparks, fragmented ideas. Didn’t she have a family? Who were her parents? And… what was her name?

  All that remained of her identity was a floating label: .ex a screen, like glowing paper, listed her produce and goods, and she knew she was the manager of some undefined shop.

  She saw a bearded dwarf and took his hand as he helped her up.

  “You’re alive, girl. That might be all you have, but you’re alive,” he said, his eyes sympathetic. “I’m sorry.”

  Sorry for what? What had happened? Who was he?

  She looked around the bar and saw the cat beastkin. Her name was Noobkitty. She was the owner of the store .ex was meant to manage and she...

  A strange thought came to mind. .ex looked down at her chest, then at some of the produce on the table. She met the cat girl’s worried gaze and shook her head.

  “You know, that melons joke wasn’t that funny, boss.”