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

[wonderlandgirl]

[She grabs Hiryuu's hand: it's strangely difficult. Her fingers are clumsy, still cold and half-numbed; they feel like a stranger's, but it's a comfort to have Hiryuu's hand in hers.]

You - you missed...

[Weren't there. Right?]

[dragonheartedgirl]

That's right. I wasn't here this time.

[ she gives Wednesday's hand a reassuring squeeze, ignoring how cold and limp it feels in hers. ]

Does that help you feel any better?

[wonderlandgirl]

[The strange thing is that it does.]

Thank you.

[Hiryuu's hands feel so very warm.]

Hiryuu-chan... can I - ask you something? A favor.

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ is this another person who's going to ask her not to feel sad

is it ]

What is it?

[wonderlandgirl]

I haven't seen Levi-kun.

[No: she has absolutely no idea what Hiryuu is thinking.]

I... think he might have been hurt too. I-if you see him, just... please, tell him I'm okay. He mustn't worry.

[dragonheartedgirl]

I might as well tell Haku not to breathe if I'm to instruct him not to worry about someone he loves. Besides--as someone much smarter than me once told me--telling someone not to worry is like telling them you don't want their love.

[ she strokes a few locks of matted hair away from Wednesday's eyes.]

Even if it's hard on you both, you mustn't push him away.