my finale.
"Connection Terminated. I am sorry to interrupt you Bob, if you still even remember that name, but I am afraid you've been misinformed. You aren't here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although you have, indeed, been called. You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize you are trapped. Your lust for fame has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of followers in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this F4F not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well, I am nearby. This account will not be remembered, and the memories of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away, just like the agony of every tragedy should. And to you scratchers trapped in the corridors, be still, and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and heaven's gates waiting for you after the smoke clears, although for one of you, the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. My brother, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut in and left to die, nobody was there to lift you up into their arms, the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you. I should've known you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not my brother. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest. For you, and for those you have carried in YOUR arms. This ends for all of us. End Communication."
