As the morning dies away, whether you've begun to head out or not, the administrator speaks again:
We apologize for this misuse of resources and the damage it has caused. We are going to remedy the problem. Please sit down.
If you don't, you'll find yourself falling over in about five minutes as a wave of nausea and dizziness hits you. You fall into something that isn't quite sleep. Some of you dream--the marked and unmarked who spent their time in that strange room do not. They stare into a dark, icy void and teeth brighter than starlight grin at them.
If you jumped, you'll know: it's closer now than it was in that pit.
When everyone wakes up, an hour has passed. Your things are back: your backpack at your side, missing clothes neatly folded. By now, it's clear the injuries are healing, and any foreign objects have been safely removed. The red marks on characters' bodies are gone. They may not notice immediately, but anyone who still shows up as static on the network is back to normal, as well.
@ADMIN will no longer be able to accept prescription requests. Repeating pharmacy prescriptions continue, for now. Trying to contact @robertmiller returns a SUSPENDED error.
It's over. But maybe it's not. |