Jules, who sat across from Alex with a halo of earbuds and a perpetually raised eyebrow, leaned over. "You following that?" she asked. The plan was simple in theory: download the add-ons at lunch, unzip into a USB, and import them later at home where the internet was mercifully free of filters. The thrill was partly technical—crafting a world that broke the default rules—but mostly it was about the stories they'd tell afterward: how they’d turned their server into a neon jungle where creepers wore top hats.