Muse paused as their surroundings flickered with darkness, blinking slowly to make sure things were stable before he continued. “Huh… that’s a little unusual.” He commented quietly to himself. “I think this RP is falling apart.” He informed the others. “Though RP’s don’t usually vanish into darkness like this. RP deaths used to be a lot… quieter. You’d never really notice them leave, and new one’s would take their place anyway. But now that Godmodder’s gone and screwed with this place, the whole balance of it all’s been thrown out of whack. Hence the void spots.” He glanced out the window, where stretches of black nothingness peppered the landscape beneath the Academy. “Thankfully though, we aren’t characters here, so we shouldn’t have much to worry about.” He reassured them. “After all, Nautilus here is already living proof that roleplayers aren’t subject to the same rules, since he and I both saw an RP get torn out from under us and replaced with void the last time we met GMod.” He explained. “Or at least… that’s what happened last time. The void’s kind of his domain – already completely volatile due to being a completely blank slate, but since it’s his fault it exists, he probably has the most control over it. We shouldn’t take its nature for granted…”