[HEADING=1]Somewhere in Nevada[/HEADING]
The Auditor sits in his chair eating a hotdog and sipping on some good old fashion cola while watching some guy play his own game. The guy keeps making fun of himself and his game. Pretty cool he guesses.
"AUDITOR" goes his speakerphone. The Auditor falls out of his chair.
"Ugh, what?" he says to the voice.
"I do not see you living up to our deal right now!"
"Well excuuuuuuusssee-" the Auditor is cut off and is starting to be chocked.
"Do not fail me anyfuther, because if you continue, then I will send one of my... Agents."
His neck is let go. "*cough* What agent?"
The phone is hung up. The Auditor closes youtube and opens up the command line for his Controlled Improbably Drive.
[HEADING=1]Back at the the players.![/HEADING]
All the active players are teleported.
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Tox is teleported to a storage room of sorts, and he can hear smashing below him and a fiery blase coming from the only door in the room.
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All the other players are teleported to a small, yet tall room, with only one way down.