"Oh, come on now," he said, rolling his eyes. "There’s no such thing. Halliday’s contest doesn’t have any rules. That’s one of the many colossal mistakes the old fool made." Before I could reply, Sorrento started walking again, leading me on through the maze of cubicles. "All of our oologists are voice-linked to a support team," he continued. "Composed of Halliday scholars, videogame experts, pop-culture historians, and cryptologists. They all work together to help each of our avatars overcome any challenge and solve every puzzle they encounter." He turned and grinned at me. "As you can see, we’ve covered all the bases, Parzival. That’s why we’re going to win."