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

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He's here corralling one teammate who's being himself and one teammate on the verge of a panic attack, but he does pause long enough to approach and assess how bad it is.

...

Holy shit somebody finally figured out how to shut up Intensity? ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Do a better job of corralling! Both of them have already wandered over here! Okay, Hurricane didn't quite make it. But there was intent.

Intensity is mobile. And seemingly not bothered or upset by his injuries. His tension seems to be reserved for trying to find people in the crowd.

There is a double-take seeing King in one piece considering the state of his unitmates but he (fortunately) cannot comment or ask at the moment, so he'll just make his own assumptions]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Fool! No one can actually control D.Va! No one!!!!

King is indeed without a single scratch, and his eyes fix on Intensity's empty sleeve. He reaches out to close his hand around the limp fabric, as if confirming. W E L P.

...

Drops it and looks up at him. ]




You're going to make yourself a robot arm, aren't you?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Look, he just got mobbed by an angry group of rioters while trying to protect his unitmate with pneumonia -- so the instinct to try and attack anyone that gets in his personal space is still on high alert. So when King reaches out to touch the sleeve, there is the slightest movement (either fight or flight) which Intensity has to fight back down.



And then he rolls his eyes as if to say "obviously"]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He huffs, part amusement, part exasperation, part exhaustion. ]

Of course.

[ ... ]

I'm going to stop by later. I want to check on Silence anyway.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Shrugs at him with a soundless sigh.

Do whatever you like, Your Excellency.

Silence would be thrilled by the company probably]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He always does.

He gives Intensity a lingering "don't do anything fucking stupid" look before going to drag his team home. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Like you're one to talk!]