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

[your_best_friend]

...Maybe, but I don't think I need to anymore. I can make my own form of love and compassion and emotions.

[thefifthchild]

I won't tell you that I told you so.

[Damian, you just did.]

[your_best_friend]

...You just did.

[thefifthchild]

Did I? Well, I suppose I did tell you so, objectively.

[your_best_friend]

Hey, it wasn't just you. Liv and those pods also helped out.