"Is this thing on? ... Don't yell at me! HEY! WATCH YOUR MOUTH, OR I'LL BURN YOU TO A CRISP!"
Xenial walked onto the dark stage, her hands clasped behind her back. "Hello, hello. Yes, it HAS been a while. I have some bad/good news, depending on your point of view.
As of this moment on, my account will no longer be creating the Dareshow of Zim."
The crowd gasped, then started to shout at the author, some even throwing odd objects at her. She evaded them with ease, narrowing her blue eyes. "SILENCE. I'm not finished."
The crowd settled, grumbling angrily to themselves.
"I can't keep doing DOZ, and I'm sorry. But I have given a few Longtimes permission to continue it on another account, which I will supervise.
It will work like this:
Every episode will be hosted by a rotating author, in order to keep the show moving. I will read the chapter before each upload to make sure you keep my OC's and stage the way it should be. Anyone can request to host, but I won't let you on again if I find your writing offensive or OOC. I know it's not the Show you want... But it's all I can do. I want to continue it for all of you, but I have honestly lost my passion for the studio. I'm sorry. The new account will be called DOZ Official, and the current Longtimes in charge are Bubsy and Tory. Contact me or them if you want to be the newest host. I love and miss you all, and I'm sorry for making you wait such a long time. Read my profile if you want to learn more, or talk to me yourself. I'm sorry."
With that, Xenial clicked her fingers. The spotlight over her head switched off, draping the stage in darkness.