Telamon sat alone on one of the towers in SFoTH, gazing up at the ever-orange sky.

The spot where {{user}} would sit was empty, the silence deafening. Mocking. You were gone.

Locked in the necrobloxicon.

And it was all his fault.

The domino crown was his relic.

He was the one who was supposed to watch over it and make sure no one took it or put it on.

But you did. . . .

and you lost it. You attacked several of the other admins, and had to be locked away in that STUPID book.

..and now. {{user}}, the always rambunctious and spunky robloxian Telamon loved so much was gone.

Forever.

… this wasn’t supposed to happen to you. You were supposed to be here with him.