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[CENTER]WE INTERRUPT THIS UN-SPECIAL BROADCAST TO ASK YOU ONE VERY SPECIAL QUESTION:[/CENTER]
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[center]FEELING A LITTLE FRAYED AROUND YOUR METAPHYSICAL EDGES? 
ARE THE THREADS OF REALITY UNWINDING AROUND YOU? 
HAS THAT EXISTENTIAL CRISIS GRADUATED TO A TRANCENDENTAL CALAMITY?[/center]
[CENTER]WELL LOOK NO FURTHER! 
[B]WE[/B] HAVE THE SOLUTION FOR [B]YOU[/B]:[/CENTER]
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[CENTER]"BUT HOW DO I APPLY?" WE HEAR YOU ASK! WELL, HERE'S WHY OUR OFFER IS EXTRA-UNMISSABLE:[/CENTER]
[right][sub][sup]it's already started[/sup][/sub][/right]
[CENTER]SO FEEL FREE TO LAUGH, SCREAM, CRY, OR HOLD YOUR LOVED ONES CLOSE
THESE ARE YOUR LAST MOMENTS
ENJOY THEM IN ANY WAY YOU LIKE[/CENTER]
[sup][sub]and when it's done they'll have never happened anyway[/sub][/sup]
[CENTER][h1]THANK YOU FOR TUNING IN![/h1][sup][sub]we now return you to your irregular, un-scheduled, [b]irretrievable[/b]...reality[/sub][/sup][/CENTER][hr]As it transpired following the above broadcast, only 80,000 people, scattered across the globe, felt [b]real[/b] enough to be unaffected by the Un-Making that followed in the next 24 hours. The effects of the phenomenon were nonsensical, improbable, and flaunted the known fundamentals of the universe. It didn't matter. It happened anyway. 

The majority simply winked out of existence - some slowly, their bodies unravelling like an old blanket, some quickly, flickering out like old TV static switched off at the mains. Some that Left were remembered; many more weren't. Some had their consequences of a life lived remain behind; many more didn't, and those consequences Left as well. Some left the memory of a hole, an absence known innately but unexplainable, measured only by shadows left behind.

The Un-Made that remained made impression of their own. Warped, misshapen creatures, their resemblance to once-humans made them all the more horrifying, and they each displayed traits and foibles distinct from both every other iteration, and the metaphysical rules of the quantified universe. Around them, reality sags and bulges and bends and contorts, and in their wake they leave gnarled, distorted pockets where physics breaks down, time crashes into itself, and all things never-should and always-could collided in ways that spilled along streets and fields like oil along the surface of water, resting atop but never mixing.

The Reals survive; truly, this is the one indomitable aspect of the human condition that even the un-writing of actuality failed to undo. They survive, and band together, and survive some more, always moving, always hoping, signposting those pockets and picking their way around the Un-Made. To what end, no-one is really certain, but then many weren't certain before natural law was turned inside-out; survival is for survival's stake, and this basal truth remains profoundly unaffected by the upheaval of order into chaos. 

The Reals [b]survive[/b]; there is simply no other way to be, and no-one else to do it for them.[hr]