The world has ended. Nothing was destroyed, but it ended anyway. An ending is just a word; subjectively speaking at least, all endings are beginnings as well as endings. Things change, people know this, yet they don't right feel til a proper ending had occured. It only took one person to say it: the end. The emmisary of the message that could only be said once spoke loudly; the tremor in their voice reverberated, but in that moment alone, stretching out time like minds in boredom have never done before. This declaration distorted so, one moment ago, and now you are all here, away from wherever you were before. The sound resounded in tune with the music of everything, bringing it's spirits of note together so they might play a rapturous sing. Here, on stage, naked in front of people who payed nothing but need to the miraculous tenor. The spotlight is on the subjects. What do they do?

Basically, the player characters are naked on a stage, and the end has come. Nobody can go back to doing what they did before. Even if you try, you still won't succeed. You've changed; isn't change exciting!