Gray pulled out a piece of paper and began to write on it.

"Guild is dead."

Gray hated to admit it, but the guild that he and several allies had been a part of was effectively dead on the doorstep. The teenager, flustered, resumed his writings.

"Cause of Death: I am thou and thou art I getting fed up with the turn of events concerning Gaia's economy."

I am thou was the guild's captain. The guildmaster, of sorts. He's since vanished from Gaia, but he occasionally pops his head in from time to time, to see if anyone else had shown up. No one had, aside from Gray. And the teen always neglected to say anything. He sighed, and resumed writing once more..

"Revival date: Possibly never, given the circumstances... While I'm quite sure we'll all get together to talk or something, the RP is dead. Deader than dead."

Gray was faced with the brutal truth of the situation: The guild was dead. It's high-ranking members no longer paying the guild any attention or, worse, no longer around. All that remained was a hollow shell of what had once been a bustling center of entertainment.

I suppose I'll see you all elsewhere. This is Gray Deltas, and it's about time I bounced.

Gray left the paper in plain sight, and left.