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mayfield_rpg2012-12-02 11:36 pm
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THE END
You've walked for what feels like ages down the highway as a group- all those who chose uncertain freedom over certain death. Within an hour, Mayfield became a distant speck on the horizon before ultimately fading into the hills and trees. The only sign of the place you've escaped is the sky, which remains an eerie brown even after night falls and you've put Mayfield hours behind you.
Try as you might, it's impossible not to imagine that you've been led into a trap. What if this is all part of some new sick game of Johnson's- or even Zemekis'? It certainly wouldn't be the first time. What if the events of the past few months- saving Annie, Gray's "ghost", Zemekis' apparent death -what if it's all been nothing but the latest in a long tradition of Mayfield's-
These thoughts fade when you see the first sunbeam.
This road isn't like the ones before: the roads that looped endlessly into themselves, inevitably leading back to where they began. This road has an end.
Keep walking forward and you'll find yourself in a new town, both similar to Mayfield and utterly unlike it. The buildings here are crude and unfinished- the streets little better than paved paths of dirt. There are no drones here, no hazmats, no one in sight other than you and your companions. But all of these things are nothing more than trivial details, when compared to what you feel the moment you enter its boundaries.
There's power here- you can feel it in your fingertips. Each and every one of you can, from the most godlike seraph to the most ordinary human: power, faint but unmistakable. The power to build a world, and to destroy it. The same power that's been lorded over you for four years... but now, it's yours to command.
You can create a new life here. It isn't the home you remember- the home you remember, after all, was never yours to begin with. For some of you, that's a blessing. For others, it's a hard truth you'll have to live with. But even though you can't go home, with the power you've been given, it might just be possible to bring home to you. Bits and pieces of it- locations you remember, small creatures from your world- no people, though. That's one power Annie decided not to give you.
The place you've found isn't perfect- there will be work, hard work, and pain. The place you've found is your own: there are no overseers here, no Zemekis, no Johnson. The place you've found may not be paradise- but it's the nearest thing you're going to get.
You've found, at last, a better place to live.
Try as you might, it's impossible not to imagine that you've been led into a trap. What if this is all part of some new sick game of Johnson's- or even Zemekis'? It certainly wouldn't be the first time. What if the events of the past few months- saving Annie, Gray's "ghost", Zemekis' apparent death -what if it's all been nothing but the latest in a long tradition of Mayfield's-
These thoughts fade when you see the first sunbeam.
This road isn't like the ones before: the roads that looped endlessly into themselves, inevitably leading back to where they began. This road has an end.
Keep walking forward and you'll find yourself in a new town, both similar to Mayfield and utterly unlike it. The buildings here are crude and unfinished- the streets little better than paved paths of dirt. There are no drones here, no hazmats, no one in sight other than you and your companions. But all of these things are nothing more than trivial details, when compared to what you feel the moment you enter its boundaries.
There's power here- you can feel it in your fingertips. Each and every one of you can, from the most godlike seraph to the most ordinary human: power, faint but unmistakable. The power to build a world, and to destroy it. The same power that's been lorded over you for four years... but now, it's yours to command.
You can create a new life here. It isn't the home you remember- the home you remember, after all, was never yours to begin with. For some of you, that's a blessing. For others, it's a hard truth you'll have to live with. But even though you can't go home, with the power you've been given, it might just be possible to bring home to you. Bits and pieces of it- locations you remember, small creatures from your world- no people, though. That's one power Annie decided not to give you.
The place you've found isn't perfect- there will be work, hard work, and pain. The place you've found is your own: there are no overseers here, no Zemekis, no Johnson. The place you've found may not be paradise- but it's the nearest thing you're going to get.
You've found, at last, a better place to live.
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However, the room, although it clearly used to be intended for use as a bunker, is now almost entirely filled with a massive machine. The machine sort of looks like a 1950s computer, but anyone familiar with computers will be able to spot parts of the structure that appear to be significantly more advanced. There are also strange parts, such as what appear to be vats of boiling water, but also awful smelling vats filled with other types of liquids attached to parts of the machine.
In the center of the room, there is a control panel.
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[She feels a sinking feeling in her stomach.]
Is that what he used...
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[Jeanne steps cautiously toward Bazett, a sense of calm around her since they fought alongside each other in Mayfield.]
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[She looks toward the other woman.]
I am not an expert in human technology, so I cannot operate this to confirm or deny anything.
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[Jeanne doesn't even know the meaning of the term.]
I know not this place and yet... I feel at ease here.
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[Perhaps it is the stress of the past several days, but she almost expects something to jump out at her from the shadows.]
But yes, it feels good here. Strange, but good.