"So... the servers for the first game are now dead. Just like me." Space Ghost said upon splatting all the Inklings on the nearly empty field of the Urchin Underpass with it going to the night since he felt his yellow cape move while he awkwardly looked to the stars, with him wearing a mish mash of Inkling gear and his iconic superhero suit. "Guess the passage of time doesn't care about feelings after all. Wonder how all these players long gone would feel about realizing this."