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You press the red button. Suddenly, the Computer Room goes silent. You glance over at the gibson terminal to find that it's now blank. A speaker somewhere outside the hallway emits a loud buzzing noise, and a white light flashes on the ceiling. You also hear some sort of commotion from the other side of the ARG Room door.

A key jingles in the lock, a click, and the door opens. In the frame of the door, you see more or less the entire onfloor population of CSH, and they're carrying torches and pitch forks. "He Georged the network!" yells one member. "Twice!" adds a second person. "I can't use IRC!" says Kyle. "My porn collection is inaccessible!" screams PV. "Let's get him!" yells someone else. "Crucify him! Crucify him!" a few members shout in unison, and more and more people join in the chant.

Oh... this doesn't look good. They surround you and nail you to the spiffy new Ethernet conduit just recently placed within the ARG Room. It really looks rather professional, excluding the body hanging there motionless. But they'll remove it in a few days pending RIT's trash collection schedule.

(On an unrelated note, some guy named "Potter" denies your existance three times, but that's because he either never met you, or if he did, you didn't make that much of an impression.)

And to top it all off, you never did find the yearbook. Silly you.