Ring, ring.
A middle-aged woman behind a cluttered desk adjusts the bun on the back of her head and picks up the phone off the receiver. "Hello, this is NFW Eastern Conference Week 9, Lindsay Troy vs. Anaxtscqk Bnxcdklpw. May I help you?"
The voice on the other end is distorted, very low. "In twenty-five minutes a bomb will explode in this RP thread. I’m calling from the Western Underground, and believe me this is no prank. Clear the area! Get everyone out! You have twenty-five minutes. Viet Nam will win!"
Click.
The woman lets the phone drop to the desk. She stares with horror over at the wall clock: 7:12 P.M. Hurriedly, she grabs the receiver again and dials security. "Yes, this is Irene from Troy/Danyelovsky. I..I think we have a problem..."