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[animusnpcs]

[There's a crackling throughout the Tower's staircase and--painfully--the power comes back on. A moment later, all of the glamour goes back up: everything and everyone looks the way it should, although the food remains nutrition bars and water.

And then Ruana's voice comes on over the network. It's low, sleepy--furious.]

You broke it. You broke it! How could you! How could you! After everything--and now--and now--

[She laughs, though it's not a pleasant sound.]

You're all going to die in one year, you know. For real. Everything will turn off, and you'll all die when I can't maintain you anymore. Maybe I'll send you back before that, and let you all walk around your ruined wastelands for the rest of eternity. Or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll let you die here.

But for now... [Another, high-pitched giggle.]

My darlings, let's play a game.

[While this recording is open for comments, Ruana will not be responding.]

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[Anon Text]

[evokingfool]

Grow up.

[Minato rarely respond to anything the admins posted to the network. Everyone else would ask the questions he want to ask, and he'll watch and read.

But even Minato have his limits and desire to say something. So his fingers start typing rapidly.]

The duty of the host was to look after and make sure their guests are cared for and protected with respect.

When the host failed that and threw a tantrum over their ill-received actions, it's no wonder something broke. Many somethings. This next game will probably break another "something". Will it be for our side, or your own?

Game on. People will choose to fight of their own free will.