AKUDAMAX [Ending]
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.
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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Is that right? Well, if this world is so dull, then how about dragging it all down with you? That should be enough to tear you away from God, shouldn't it?
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[ It at least makes him smile to contemplate it for a moment. There always used to be chains around him - a society has rules for advancement and he had to follow them all in carefully calculated little steps. Here, nothing matters. He has run with people to whom such things are insignificant, he has experienced things no other from his homeland could. ]
Are they fun to chase, do they make me forget? They're just as boring and judgmental and vulgar as those I am used to.
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[Well, honestly this is probably pretty bad advice either way just because being undying doesn't save you from being subjected to pain or suffering, but. Sometimes you need to test the waters to see what people can be pushed to do.]