Aether Hacker

Ever since the arcadia returned to reality, hackers have been flocking to this place. I wove traps throughout the space, laid countless schemes, and snatched this mask from those losers. What am I here for? Same as the old-timers, I'm here to play a game.
Rumor has it Aha once wove the "End of the World" from a single poem. Probably just a joke, of course. Following the flow of data, we craft cartridges, weaving the silk of reality like spiders spinning destiny. I can build a spaceship out of a joke, or code a deletion program into a one-button bomb. Victory is a player's calling, and who could refuse a game crafted by an Aeon?
I'll admit I lost this round, but no matter, there'll always be more hackers coming back here.