[4 months later flashforward]
A grey bureaucrat adjusts their glasses, sniffing their half-congested nose as they read over the transcript of all that occured within here. Picking up an old fashoned red stamp between their fingers, they bring its handle against the wiry metal frame of their desk, tapping it in a tuneless rythm as they consider the rather meager number of words. With a sigh, they bring the stamp firmly over the transcript, marking the page red before returning the stamp to its home on the red ink.

Two authoratative words rest half smudged on the print:

[b][color=9e0b0f]ROLEPLAY DECEASED[/color][/b]