Orex, half buried in sand and making castles from his surroundings, watched the whole event unfold. Not only were his assumptions regarding the nature of reality true, but his sense of complete purposelessness was confirmed. And so, as the influence of the admin gods came crashing from the sky, dragging the untrue world into the dark corners of exhausted use, Orex shed a brief tear, for he knew that no matter how hard he desperately clawed against the world around him, none of it would matter. He was destined to fulfill the task given to him by an unknown entity. To live, as expected of him.