“Welcome and blessed be the Founder. If you have made it this far into our community, it means you are all prime candidates for citizenship of Cyberspace. You should applaud yourselves; this is not an opportunity we extend lightly. Our community’s history extends back to the wishes of the Founder, John Perry Barlow, for a place separate from the limitations of the physical world. Because you are here, you have willingly forsaken your lives in this world: your possessions, your identities, your loved ones. The sacrifice is great, but it is one we must make to ensure the sanctity of Cyberspace. We praise you all for this sacrifice. However, this is the last you will hear, speak, or think of such a thing. Cyberspace is reliant on its separation and any attempt to reignite connection will be met with the direst of circumstances.”
The air is tense as the group of you take in the man's words, the reality of your situation starting to set in. The man inhales deeply before continuing, looking somehow grimmer than before. "From here on out any reference to a world beyond our own will be met with expulsion. Have I been clear?”
The group of you nod profusely, not daring to say another word. A smile settles its way upon his face. "Good," he continues, "You will all be given your new identities – new lives if you will. May you use them wisely.”
Each of your eyes widen as information is poured into your skulls – perhaps the weirdest sensation you’ve experienced. You know your name now and you are ready to begin.