This is all a dream. Wake up. These places, things, people, Aren't what they seem. Finally, February 26, 2003, It all is revealed. The ground is shaking. The buildings are collapsing. We all are infected, with spoil. The sky goes black. Internet, gone. Games, gone. Everything, gone. "Are the demons coming?" They are pulled into the ground, under a green spotlight. Never to be seen ãgäïñ. Gone. Shelter is nowhere close to safety. The universe is collapsing. And you may see this. It will happen again in 5/11/2027. You are gone. You have 4 years to pack your bags, and LEAVE. Or is this over? I don't know.
