It is probably safe to say that, despite decades of ever more spectacular Hollywood visions of extra-terrestial domination, humanity in its worst nightmares never imagined it would have to contend with spawn-camping aliens.
The end of the world came, and humans fought hard. Especially as server lags grew, and GMs ran NPCs. The article describes the last days of Tabula Rasa, a massively multiplayer game which was closed down, due to low subscription numbers. The account starts with humor, then shades into melancholy.
back-and-forth exchanges followed, with the GMs even breaking out that most classic of old internet chestnuts. "ADMIN MESSAGE: ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US," declared the server, followed a few moments later by, "ADMIN MESSAGE: ALL YOUR BASE," presumably to make clear the quantity of base in question.
Soon after, the final countdown began, ticking down from ten to zero in 45 seconds and capped off with, "Good night, and good luck!" Then, a freeze frame, a dialogue box reading, "You have been disconnected from the server," and an unceremonious dump back to the title screen.
And, like that, a world ended.
(hat tip to Collision Detection; image from Tabula Rasa Memorial)
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