AKUDAMAX [Ending]

[akudamods]

You have received—reappropriated, by rights—the tools you needed. In the end, you are gathered on the floor of one very tall and quite humid factory. Perhaps it's exciting, for those of you who thought you were dead. Perhaps the news that you are fundamentally altered is shaking. And besides, it's not as if there are a lot of snacks or drinks in the factory. You've had a long, difficult fight.

So now, you are offered the choice. This world? Your own? Yet another's? Is there a distinction between separate timelines that you need to decide about?

Good luck, to those who will be known forever as the infamous X-Class Akudama.

Comments

[voidseeing]

[He looks up at her, and there's a moment of confusion as to how she could possibly know about his disguise before the slow dawning realization of what she's implying with that.]

... so it was you. You were the one behind that drone.

[Now he actually manages a slight smile.]

I guess I should apologize for dragging you into that and then never even using any of that footage that you recorded.

[saucerous]

[Marcille smiles, too.] Weirdest familiar I've ever controlled.

[Way more bells and whistles than the ones she's used to. When it comes to the footage she recorded, though, Marcille waves her hand quickly to dismiss it.]

That's okay. It's probably for the better that it didn't come to that. [And also that he didn't totally choose violence! Things probably couldn't have gotten much worse, but...he chose a different path to his revolution.]

Sorry that was all I could do.