Congratulations on not dying enough. Say your goodbyes now, because parties lock the moment this message ends.
With one day and sixteen hours on the clock, the system delivered what it called the second-to-last message before the floor collapses. It opened by saying how proud they are of human tenacity — quite frankly they expected the death count on this floor to be much higher, and it is making them rethink how easy the next floor was going to be. Hah.
The substance, all bundled in because 'odds are good you might have your hands full this time tomorrow': the next floor scatters crawlers further apart than usual. Parties still travel together, but only parties formed before this message started. They love how plucky humans are starting to band together to defeat the big bad monsters, it's great, it really is, but they wish to focus more on individual stories. Get your goodbyes out of the way. The Desperado Club and Club Vanquisher entrances will still exist throughout the level. If you have not trained yourself up, you might regret it.
Two further items: Private Message Subscriptions go live the moment the message ends, and the Inventory Liquid Rule takes effect immediately. It signed off with 'now let's get out there and kill, kill, kill!' Twenty seconds later Katia Grim exploded.
A cheerful corporate bulletin that dismantles the floor's entire social structure in three paragraphs.
The announcement that ends the fourth floor's era of mass cooperation before the fifth floor begins.