[i] A month had passed. It was hard to comprehend the velocity at which the small group's up and coming project had disintegrated, collapsed into obscurity, but one thing was clear- something needed to be done. 

Scanning the wreckage of the disheveled framework, Holly didn't notice a damned thing. "This is it," she thought, "we're double-done-for, dudes." She collapsed to her knees, head heavy with despair. What could she possibly do? She'd tried everything.

Just then, a light shot down from the heavens, casting a pale beam on the debris not five feet in front of the wretched girl. "What the shit?" She asked. As her query was pushed from her lips, so was an answer pulled from the beam. 

Someone had responded. 

Jumping to her feet, Holly greeted the familiar face that was expelled from the lightray, someone whose effigy lingered despite the long hiatus. "Thank you, thank you!" She shook the hand of her savior, "[@LordofthePies], thank you!!"

The two had a thousand things to do. But now that their prayers were answered, they had hope that they could sort through the mess and restore the RP to its former, mediocre glory!! [/i]

LETS GET BACK ON TRACK BOYOS