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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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[Shoutaro is sitting on Hardboilder, The Boss's hat perched on his forehead. His smile is quite large. In his hands are three memories.]
So...Metal is also here, huh? Sounds like a good deal. Who knows what can happen here now?
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[Momo drove up in one compartment of the DenLiner as he stuck his head out the door.] Pretty cool huh!
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[And off the bike he'll fall.]
W-where'd Denliner come from!?
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[Maybe that's where the extra memory came from...oh well.]
Well...you only really need one for now. I'm sure it'll be easier to park that way.
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[Momo you crafty dog you.]
I didn't expect that from you, Momotaros.
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[Totally not blushing, nope nope nope.]
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[Man...that grin and point might as well be from Kaitou.]
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[So not. Not in the slightest...Mr. Has-a-crush-on-two-people-here.]
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It is!
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[You've drawn him into the Den-O madness Momo. Good work.
uh-oh. He's made it up there.]
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Before you hit me, look at that. Isn't it great? An infinite blue sky, and golden rays of sun.
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It is peaceful...isn't it?
[He'll walk up...and still take a swing at Momo's head. Maybe not as hard as he would've a few seconds ago though.]
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Yeah. And it's all ours. Brave New World and all that.
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Hard to believe the worst is behind us.
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Almost. Though, I'm sure a few of these bruises will remind me for a while.
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It was a tough battle, but...I think it was worth it. Feels almost odd now that things are so quiet.
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I'm really not used to it being quiet at all. Not having something to fight is...different.
[Not that he seems to mind this.]
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Still...I'd enjoy a bit of peace.
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[There's a thoughtful nod.]
I think I'm starting to see the appeal.