First off, let me just tell the wonderful people who brought me to this dump. No, really. Thanks a bunch. God knows there's nothing I'd want less than to be killed in some poorly defined cataclysm that you give just the barest evidence of! Because you know the whole screening room sure couldn't be faked! Still, think you could have found a better place to put the letter you gave me detailing all this, like up your butts.

Secondly, lay it on me. Just how bad is this place. I just got brought here from someplace like this - whole schtick that it was a better place to live than the alternative and I should be grateful and blah blah blah - so I kinda get the idea. I mean I guess I could be wrong and this could turn out to be some fantastic land of lollipops and fairies and lovey magical crap that just happens to have floors full of monsters, but I'm not getting my hopes up. So should I expect to have, like, my head chopped off and sewn onto some kind of guerrilla alien body once every week, or month, or what? What's the schedule for bullcrap around here like? Also don't bother to tell me about how you're working to get free, or how things are bad right now but we'll get over them or any crap like that. You don't win situations like this, you just survive them. So don't waste my time with any hope crap.

Finally, since we got crap from "home" to bring with us, did someone here manage to get a video game system and TV or something? I mean even a Game Boy. It feels like forever since I've even played Tetris or something and as great as pointlessly wandering monster filled floors are - I mean some of them are cool - I can only see the same horrific creature so many times before it gets passe.

[Video is on and Satoko stares at the feeder displease. If anyone passes Satoko's room they can see tons of boxes blocking her room. If her roommate not around well, its there.]

I don't know who these people are but talk about rude. They enjoy picking on little kids more than what adults do at night.

I need to borrow a nice adult that can move a box for me.

[[ooc: failed!hiatus, expect back tags.]]

[So Chie looks pretty bummed at the moment, she's more or less childishly pouting at the screen. In the background you might even be able to hear the faint sound of...a stomach growling?]

You know what I miss? Steak. A lot. It was soooo good, I feel like I took it for granted now!

[Alright, silliness aside, she looks off to the side for a moment to stick her tongue out and look back to the screen.]

So...is everyone okay after this...candy event thing? This is still so weird.

[If you're in room 2 - 10 then you are perfectly free to bother him. He's already woken up and gotten acquainted with one roommate of his and now he's not doing a whole lot. It's a good time to introduce yourself, if you want.]
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[Network Post]

so.
id really just like to know who the actual fuck has enough power to remove somebody from am sburb session.
like im not an expert on sburb or anything.
but that shit seems like it should be impossible.
and way to go dipshits but the earth was already destroyed.
and youre not the one who did that.
so there we go ive caught you in your fucking lie.
but its whatever.
ill go along with it for now.
i mean youve clearly got the most sugoi of fashion senses.
white spandex.
yellow collar.
i just feel so goddamn beautiful in it you have no idea.
k but seriously im pissed off.
i go from one shitty situation to the next.
when the hell does a bro get a break.
apparently the answer to that is never.
fuck me i need a beer.
where can i find a beer.
please tell me this place has fucking booze.

also dave.
you here.
because if youre not.


im wrecking their shit.

Specifically for the occupants of 2-10
<sub>[When Dirk awakens and can't move at first, he finds himself panicking. This isn't something that normally happens, so it's a huge relief when he actually is able to move. Immediately, he's able to tell he's not where he should be. His memory is a little hazy due to the fact he's still waking up, but he knows that the last thing he was doing, which certainly wasn't sleeping. Who could sleep when their home was under attack?

The letters he finds answers a few of the initial questions he has, but it leaves a billion more unanswered. His world was destroyed? Given the state it was in, he isn't surprised, but he was supposed to get into the game first. He's pretty sure this isn't it. This is horribly disconcerting, because he can't help but wonder about his friends. Did they make it to safety? Are they here?

After another few moments, he's aware he's not the only person in the room either. Well then.]</sub>

...Who are you people.



Network; open.
I'm not entirely sure what is going here, so perhaps someone can shed some light on this situation.
How is it that I've arrived here?
I'm finding the information provided by the welcoming committee highly doubtful for a multitude of reasons that I don't have time to get into at this time.
With that, I'll cut to the chase; in the off-chance that it's actually correct, that my world was destroyed, I must ask.
Does anyone know Roxy Lalonde, Jake English, Jane Crocker and their whereabouts?

Ignore. ♥