Talk:Crested/@comment-31280270-20171120110919/@comment-27730508-20171121154424

Not the story, they probably mean this:

" woke up in a rush. I felt my heart beating as I checked on the game. Surprisingly it hadn't shut down despite the amount of time it had been open. I  jumped so i'd get off of the white padded bed and rise to my feet. I was going to call for breakfast, but all of a sudden ruckus and utter chaos ensued and screams of fear grasped my attention. It was at that moment that I realized my door was open, and I quickly scurried out of my room. Everyone was crowded around a chair. I couldn't see, but it looked like some sort of electrical shock chair that was used as an old method of torture. Once a few people noticed me, they moved back so that I could see the scene for myself. I'd recognize the scarlet hair from a mile away even if it had been restyled or recolored. Those big brown eyes with perfect lashes and those pink lips that always gave me goofy grins. Even the angry brows that furrowed when I said the name Junie. It couldn't be real. It just...couldn't. I fell to the floor as the users around me gasped but I could care less."