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.

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[thefifthchild]

[Damian will watch all of this happen with an expression that's unreadable. Some small smug part of him that can still feel pride is validated by how he was proven correct in virtually all his theories about this world.

But even that's half-hearted. He's tired. He'll raise his tablet and speak into a microphone.]

Case closed. Stand-by for full report. [And then he'll switch it off and continue staring into space.]