a little posting imp with a comically sad old timey stick and chequered handkerchief filled with all their possessions (salt, mystery, slime) scampers past and then turns back to say:
"well, looks like the admins are here. this place is done for. i heard there's still one place no-one has been yet, so i'm going there for shelter. good luck! hehe!"
they dis-appear (by running, not magic)