"Hold on, what?" I ask. "You're asking for a direction for the plot to head in?" I shake my head. "I remember back when this game was formed. We'd happily kill each other for hours on end using whatever we could find. But now? You're asking me for plot advancement!? No. This... Isn't the RP I joined." I walk out into the parking lot, and lower my staple gun to my head.
"Sam, what are you doing? You won't respawn if you die outside the mall!" Ren yells.
"Exactly." I close my eyes, and pull the trigger.
...Next thing I know, I'm in Hell, staring up at a very familiar cleavage. "Oh, hello. How are things?"