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

[fullswingkiss]

[ Somehow Marcille manages to be one of the more welcome sights right now. Those two weeks in the same house did forge a weird sense of camaraderie. ]

Well, it would have worked better if it was one.

For myself, anyway. Your demise was without much fanfare. Congratulations on escaping it.

[ He does mean that, despite it all. ]

[saucerous]

I think I've died in worse ways, but that doesn't make it any less unpleasant.

[And, truthfully, given how easily she was taken off-guard, how stupid she felt for falling for Debbie's tricks to get her vulnerable, she can also say that it was a pretty embarrassing way to go.]

I'm...relieved it wasn't permanent. There's still something I still need to do. [She smiles a little, but there's worry behind her expression.] Couldn't you find something like that, someone who might depend on you?

[Title card: Marcille accidentally encourages a serial killer.]