It all started when the CEO of Good Heals Inc. was arrested for disturbing the peace (some incident involving a paint can and the face of a rival, less successful business owner). Onlookers watched as the man, suit-clad with a half-empty can of paint hanging out of his pocket, was stuffed head first into the back of the cop car. With a wispy brown trail of exhaust and a fleeting siren wail, the cop car turned off from the curb of the Good Heals Clinic, and the owner, struggling somewhat against his restrained arms, gazed back a final time at the business he had built.
Upon reaching the police department, the man was taken out of the car and escorted to an ugly white room with a high ceiling and no chairs. The police chief, who was clearly preoccupied with sorting the many spilled piles of documents and forms on his desk, raised his chin and gave a stern look to the man as the two guards at his shoulders led him to his chair. The chief ashed the end of his cheap, terrible cigar and the bristles of his mustache pointed down as he opened his mouth. "You know the protocol, punk, you're going to the slammer for 24 hours" the chief sputtered as he retrieved a file from his desk. He handed the man a card with some numbers written on it and a thread running through it. "Put this on and go there" he said as he pointed straight at a door labeled "PORTRAIT ROOM".
The man was escorted into the room and placed up against a plain white wall staffed with black lines measuring his height. His handcuffs were removed and he was ordered to put his hands at his sides while the camera man took a mug shot. The man stood like a soldier against the concrete wall, and looking at the black one-way window, he saw in the mirror not a criminal, but an innocent man. The man took the photo, and the room filled with a bright white flash.
The next day, the man had arranged with his lawyer in order to work out the logistics of his trial. He was to be tried on the charge of 'painting a man in the face' and 'jumping on their building'. His lawyer arranged a retrial, and later that day the man was escorted into the court room by two large guards. He sat down at the defendant's table and sat patiently until the trial began. The judge, clad in silky black robes adorned with a tiny gold shield on the corner, stood at the head of the court well and announced, "Case #283, SeventhSandwich versus YorkTown95's Server". The judge outlined the charges held against the man, and sat down at his chair.
The defendant was asked to walk to the front of the court to testify. The man stood up, straightened his suit jacket, and walked calmly to the judge. The man spoke, "Your honor, I would like to te-" but before he could finish his sentence, the judge reached behind him and pulled out a thick black curtain set on rails around his chair. The judge grabbed and pulled the curtain until it completely concealed the stand from the outside. The defendant, visibly perplexed, asked the judge, "Excuse me, but can I finish my point?". The stand laid silent and after a few moments, the defendant reached for the curtain and pulled it back. The judge immediately reached forward and pulled the curtain back, much like a frightened child hiding in bed. The defendant continued to pull at the curtain before the judge grabbed his gavel and shouted, "I am sentencing you to life in prison for harassing a court employee!". Before the defendant could retort or even express his confusion at this situation, he was hauled away by the same two guards and thrown in prison.
Back at YorkTown95's server, the repercussions of the man's imprisonment were just starting to show. At the very start, it was a very minor inconvenience to the populace of the city. Good Heals had been taken away by the city, and all that replaced it was the skeleton of a functional establishment. People had to walk or pay a little bit more to get their heals. The people spent a little more time getting to alternative hospitals, but all were relatively content. It wasn't until a man named Tally began to terrorize the server that the people felt the truth of what had happened. When most people in the central blocks of the city had formerly felt protected by their close proximity to healing clinics, they were picked off as piecemeal prey by the flying terrorist. Soon, corpses littered the streets and the medical efforts were ill-equipped to handle the turmoil plaguing the city. It was only until the judge(and by some municipal technicality, also the mayor of the city) stepped out of his house and was struck by a rocket from Tally that the death knell was sounded for the town.
And that is why YorkTown95's city rpg was shut down.
