Old Server
You’re in a shabby hallway on a crowded Dreamhost server. The lights flicker on and off. In the distance you can see a placard with the words “welcome to limbo-randy” engraved on it.
A forbidding passage leads off to the north, and there’s an open trapdoor at your feet leading down.
You can see a switch here.

> FLICK SWITCH

The entire place shudders. The trapdoor swings shut, and a massive slab slides down from the ceiling shutting off the exit to the north.
A ghostly voice intones: “moving A record for blog.zog.org from 66.33.218.140 to 212.3.247.238. Please stand by.”.

> WAIT

Nothing much happens.

> JUMP

Wheee! This is fun.

> LOOK

Old Server
You’re in a shabby hallway on a crowded Dreamhost server.
You can see a thrown switch here.

> WAIT

Tum dee dum.
The lights are fading.

> WAIT

Tra la lee. You think about tapping your toes but change your mind at the last moment. Phew!

> WAIT

Your busy schedule of waiting around is interrupted by the same disembodied voice as before: “Propagating DNS changes. Please stand by. Your mileage may vary. Have a nice day.”
The lights are now seriously dim.

> TURN ON LAMP

You don’t have a lamp. Oh dear.
It’s getting quite dark.

> PANIC

I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean by that.

> FIND LAMP

You can’t find any lamps, candles or other light-producing devices.
Suddenly, the lights stop flickering. Sadly, they’ve stopped flickering only in the sense that they now seem to be off for good.

> LOOK

It is dark. You’re likely to be eaten by a grue.