ENDGAME

[cascadingfailure]

Who: ALL FRIENDS
Where: Game Tower!
When: Day 133, Evening

[ And the game ends!

And you find yourself all in the tower, mangled or not. You'll find that you have a mixture of wounds from both rounds of the game, as well as all of your memories of both rounds. As for NafunAI...

Well, she seems to not be around anymore, but her voice (though a bit louder and more robotic) booms through the room, informing you of what's up: ]

THIS GAME'S WINNERS ARE:
BARiTONES, WILD CITY, avante en garde, Heart Soldier Senshi, and sensitIV!

THIS UNIT HAS ALSO TABULATED AUDIENCE VOTES. ULTIMATELY, LILIS WON FOR OUTSTANDING MORAL FIBER, AND A FLAWLESS GAME. TAISHO ALMOST SURPASSED THEM, BUT THE VOTES WERE NOT IN THEIR FAVOUR. THEY LOSE.

ALSO LILIS' EXAMPLE OF WORKERS BEING ABLE TO HAVE NICE LIVES HELPED FAN THE FLAMES OF THE WORKER'S REVOLT EVERYONE PARTLY DIED IN LATER. PEOPLE THOUGHT THAT WAS COOL! SUPER, SUPER, SUPER COOL!

THANK YOU FOR PLAYING! ⭐

[ Yaaay! ]

Comments

[deicider]

[The real trauma is the emotion attachments you were forced to make along the way. Cardigan has several bullet wounds and looks lighter than usual. They're still reeling, kneeling with their face in their hands instead of responding to the carnage around them, for now.]

[worthathousand]

[ For once, she is the one unharmed, and if nothing else it means she has the wherewithal for this to hit her like a sudden punch to the gut. ]

Gods...

[ kneeling alongside them, wrapping her arms around them ]
I'm here.

[deicider]

[Cardigan thinks they should hold it together but the whiplash of emotions paired with the familiar, comforting presence is too much to reconcile. They throw their arms around her neck and start sobbing.]

[worthathousand]

[ A reversal of roles; if nothing else, she is glad to be able to offer them as much as they've given to her.

She holds them, as long and close as they let her. ]

[deicider]

[It's a frantic but short burst. Cardigan pulls themself together with a ragged inhale, and gently pulls back. ]

[softlyfalling]

[ shrike sort of—hovers? she's not sure about how much distance she should keep anymore, and half-looks like she's waiting for a reprimand. ]

I—

...sorry.

[deicider]

[Breathing raggedly:]

Don't be sorry. You chose this. If you're sorry, then what was the point?

[softlyfalling]

Ah, well. I’d be sorry either way, but—

Aah, I’m not used to... making choices.

[deicider]

All of them have consequences.

[gigadevilbreaker]

[Griffin's already healed up, but his voice's still hoarse]

Are you back to... uh, normal now?

[WHY WERE YOU ACTING SO WEIRD back there...]

[deicider]

[They sure are. Cardigan doesn't look up. ]

I'm back to normal.

[gigadevilbreaker]

[He crouches next to them - not too close but just so it didn't feel so weird standing over someone]

Did they do something t'your head in there?

[deicider]

... I think so. I don't remember the details well.

[justicebewon]

Yo, Cardigan?! How'd you get all messed up, I thought Avante was fine?

[deicider]

[I lied all the wounds are scars and they otherwise look fine besides like, their emotions.

They have to look up because they don't recognize the voice]

... Who are you?

[justicebewon]

[ oh ok. ]

Luna, the divine dragon and Matriarch of the Moonlit Kingdom. Our Silver Lady who's celestial light illuminates the heavens. Also known as Ruby Sour on weekdays.

[deicider]

Oh.

[Well, they relax. ]

How did you end up in jail?

[unbr8kable]

[just Troy with pizza, approaching close enough to be intentional but not so much as to crowd. She hesitates for a good while, then finally pushes out some words]

You... Want me to get somebody...?

[deicider]

... No. I'm fine.

[unbr8kable]

[hesitates more]

...Alright.

[deicider]

[... Nemesis is in swim wear???]

W...

Were you in the game?

[Have they lost their mind.

... Were there multiple sessions??]

[emptymind]

[ lays a hand on their head ]

Cardigan-san.

[deicider]

[They sure said some things.]

I'm here.

[emptymind]

Let’s go home.

[nihilmancy]

[Sekhmet also looks decidedly gaunt, but by this point has at least healed the shrapnel gashes from the dynamite. She coughs into her elbow before approaching, Cardigan, starting to close the bullet wounds, outstretching frostbitten fingers.]