The fediverse is fragmented. What once stood together as the last wall of holy outposts against the evil encroachment of total faggotry on the internet broken, supply trains raided and decimated, no word into or out of some posts for many years.

The evil spells "BLOCK" and "DEFEDERATE" cast by mortal men in desperation to hold together their people have wrought their insidious works, leaving the kingdom shattered, it's heroes alone in their posting. The abyss grows. The viruses spread like mastodon monkeypox by an unending fucking.

An emptiness devoid of interest or personality drags behind the void, it's heels rubbed raw and bloodied on the gravel track. This thin gravel path all that is left of the once mighty and well kept roads of communication between the outposts, the instances, the servers. All falls to rumors and hushed tones as the benevolent leaders turned kings of madness by the rendering of the evil spells cast a weather eye about for behavior that might indicate a bad actor who's step has fallen out of line.

For the worm tongued devils who worked their insidious spycraft amongst the captains of destiny it was a pyrrhic victory, for once you have trolled the last user out of the realm of your minds eye the only person looking back out of the black mirror that is your screen is you as the silent oblivion swallows you. A black bloodless emptiness opens its maw.

On the edge of the map there are no monsters, on the edge of the map there is only nothing.