They are running at 98%, their capacitors are straining themselves. A cup of coffee sits at the counter. The Byond book on the floor. The desk in the far corner of the room. The computer screen shut off, left-click on the mouse damaged from an epic night of game-play, trying to get a break from their nagging significant others in their quiet study as they open up a printed out .pdf guide of Unity that they bound themselves, hoping never again to enter the vicious world that now only lies in their subconscious.

He's in Africa treating tuberculosis.