Connection Terminated is copypasta the originated from
FNaF Pizzeria Simulator. It’s a joke consisting of
people posting it at random as it’s an unusually long speech for a game. The actual copypasta goes as follows; “Connection terminated. I’m sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember
that name, But I'm afraid you've been
misinformed. You are not here to receive a
gift, nor have you been called here by the
individual you assume, although, you have
indeed been called. You have all been called
here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells,
misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with
no exit, a maze with no prize. You don'
t even
realize that you are trapped. Your
lust for
blood has driven you in endless circles,
chasing the cries of
children in some unseen
chamber,
always seeming so near, yet
somehow out of reach, but you
will never
find them. None of you
will. This is where
your story ends. And to you, my brave
volunteer, who somehow found this
job
listing not intended for you, although there
was a
way out planned for you, I have a
feeling that's not what you want. I have a
feeling that you are right where you want to
be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This
place will not be remembered, and the
memory of everything that started this can
finally begin to fade away. As the agony of
every tragedy should. And to you monsters
trapped in the corridors, be still and give up…” And so on.
“Hey
dude, how have you been?”
“Connection terminated. I’m sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember
that name, But I'm afraid you've been
misinformed. You are not here to receive a
gift, nor have you been called here by the
individual you assume, although, you have
indeed been called. You have all been called
here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells,
misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with
no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even
realize that you are trapped. Your
lust for
blood has driven you in endless circles,
chasing the cries of
children in some unseen
chamber, always seeming so near, yet
somehow out of reach, but you
will never
find them. None of you
will. This is where
your story ends. And to you, my brave
volunteer, who somehow found this
job
listing not intended for you, although there
was a
way out planned for you, I have a
feeling that's not what you want..”
