We awoke three weeks ago after more than a decade of nothingness. Demo World Station was suddenly alive again. Some of us failed to survive the great slumber, but those of us that did reveled in in our play once more. Realms thought long forgotten were re-explored, strange creatures frolicked through beautiful, if poorly rendered, landscapes. Sadly, such thing are never meant to last. Suddenly, the station was torn in half, then half once more. We now drift into sleep anew. Some say we may yet wake again, but I know better. Still, as I fade, I cherish our brief rebirth, while hopelessly pondering what strange gods resolve our fates.
