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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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Just when I thought something was wrong with you. I'm glad to see you're still the same as always.
[Rin not going into berserk mode or getting annoyed with his remarks would be too strange. He's used to being infuriating enough to make people lash out after all.]
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[ Besides, it feels more natural to speak to Archer in this manner. Maybe she doesn't have to grow up in every area just yet. ]
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[HEH.]
But enough joking around - from my understanding I'm back because Mayfield has crumbled. Something along those lines at least.
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[ All jokes aside: ] That sounds about right. Suppose it's up to those who are capable of rebuilding this place to get right down to it. Think you remember enough of the world to help out or should I beat my preferences into you?
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Ah, as for that... I hadn't really thought about it. Anything but 1950's decor. While I grew used to it, for so many others it may harbor bad feelings.
How about 1900's decor instead?
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[insert "do you have enough complaints the average one!!" reference.]
1900's decor? Then you plan to make everything look like your mansion. It's a nice place, but it could use some upgrades. Maybe we can get proper technology here, like phones and computers.
[he says purely to get rin riled up again. its fun ok.]
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Computers? Phones? That sort of thing will just cause more problems down the line! Don't waste my time with stupid suggestions of that nature, Archer.
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Of course please forgive me. I forget we live in the Dark Ages of no technology.
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[ Erk. ] I mean, I don't want to have to be burdened with fixing everyone's computers!
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[Lets be real here Rin you couldn't fix a bad lightbulb without him.]
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Then why suggest making extra work for yourself, Archer? Unless there's a side of you that enjoys this sort of thing.
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[He says ever so sarcastically.]