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[fuckyousoleil]

[observant types may notice thin, very thin, thread-like objects snapping through the air, heading towards the gaping void. They work quickly; the seams seem to come together rapidly, smoothly, as if it were nothing.]

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[certifiably]

Big gaping hole in Camp. Kind of hard to miss, I thought.

[certifiably]

Yeah, and now it's just back to your regularly scheduled plain old zombie camp. Yaaawn!

[climaxinside]

J-Just now, that was...?

[climaxinside]

Mm, not really. But it's sort of nostalgic, for me anyway.

[hardlyboy]

--I knew it.

[isthisourchance]

[ffffffff]

N-Naoto-kun?! W-What the heck was that?

[hardlyboy]

Chie-senpai-- if my calculations have been correct, that was a rip in the fabric of space-time. Or to be more accurate, a serious glitch in the system.

[isthisourchance]

Wow. I'm... not really sure what that means, but it doesn't sound good. Camp is glitching? Like a bad video game?

[rideseveryone]

[Someone's been taking photos of the whole thing from a distance, acting as if he had expected the whole thing.]

Well... I wondered if this would happen after all.

[ridestherider]

[Figures you'd know something about this.]

You know what just happened?

[rideseveryone]

Aa. Something similar happened before.

In the World of Shinkenger.

[ridestherider]

What was it?

[moefortono]

[Looking very hard at the direction those threads were going in. Very hard.]

That couldn't have just ...

[moefortono]

It looked like thread -- but harder to see, so more like spiders' thread.

And it was headed for that big tear, like it was unraveling in reverse. ... and the hole is gone, too.