In the end the new town and the world on the server didn't just disappear or fade into nothingness as the power began to weaken and leave, but degraded. Transformed into what those in Mayfield had been told the outside world looked like: a barren, twisted landscape, buildings blown apart and destroyed by the force of weaponry. The ground dust and dirt, leaving nothing green or vibrant in its wake. All browns and blacks and dark reds, echoing and attesting to the destruction. To the end of the world.

Pokey walks through it. Alone. Through the desecrated town out into a stretch of land beyond it, land that's all dirt and dust and weak, twisted trees, a mockery of life. He keeps walking, hoping that, maybe, there's someone there. There isn't.

Behind him - or, maybe, in front - from a ways off, there's a sound of howling, a sound that maybe once had been human, but no longer was.

He doesn't pay it any mind. Pokey just continues to walk.