"Rise and shine, Mr. Grian. Rise and shine.
Not that I'd dream to insinuate that you've been sleeping on watch. No one is more deserving of a break. And all of the effort on the server would have meant nothing until... well, let's just say that your hour has come and Big Ben is chiming. The right player in the wrong place can make all the difference in the server.
So wake up, Mr. Grian. Wake up and smell the backslashes.
Prank war. Prank war never changes. The Romans waged prank war to gather views and likes. Spain built an empire from its love of ad revenue and comments. Sigmund Jahn pretended to lead East Germany for a fake news show for an old lady.
But prank war never changes.
In the 21st century, prank war was waged over the views that could be acquired. Over time, the spoils of prank war were also its weapons: viewers and commenters. For these resources, Iskall would chicken False, Cleo would replace signage, and the European Commonwealth would murder Rendog in lava, flown through the air and joyful, then dead, bent on revenge, summoning ghost ships to Earth.
In 2018, the blast of prank war had returned. In two brief minutes, Grian had tried to reduce ImpulseSV to cinders. And from his early posting of his video, a whole bunch of people tweeted @JoeHills, and he would not allow Impulse to burn as he would rise.
Now, you might appreciate the relative safety of your large oversea base. Your failure was attempted murder which was condemned from the first room you saw. You envision safety inside this tall base sure, above those who would judge your ill-intent, as a generation laughs of your conversion of a harmless prank into certain death.
Life in your base is about to change."
