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=== Ending Monologues === | === Ending Monologues === | ||
<blockquote>"The combined efforts of the team’s secret societies work, perhaps for the first and only time, together against a greater threat. As messages go out across the island, the secret methods of the various groups come to light. The ProTech drills emerge from the ground, horse drawn carriages of Romantics, red tanks of the sickle and star, mobs black trenchcoated lunatics wielding wild weapons, and more…all stand at attention shoulder to shoulder awaiting your orders."</blockquote><blockquote>As you finish collecting yourselves, the heroic sense of completion wears off---towards the ocean, you see a number of your friends, familiar faces from the Secret Societies that answered your calls, as they bob back to the surface, some of them carry wrenches, others blowtorches, and as they collectively high five as they emerge to the surface. And eventually, feeling the island moving again under the weight of the Impeller’s power, many have gone home to their saved society. | <blockquote>"The combined efforts of the team’s secret societies work, perhaps for the first and only time, together against a greater threat. As messages go out across the island, the secret methods of the various groups come to light. The ProTech drills emerge from the ground, horse drawn carriages of Romantics, red tanks of the sickle and star, mobs black trenchcoated lunatics wielding wild weapons, and more…all stand at attention shoulder to shoulder awaiting your orders."</blockquote><blockquote>As you finish collecting yourselves, the heroic sense of completion wears off---towards the ocean, you see a number of your friends, familiar faces from the Secret Societies that answered your calls, as they bob back to the surface, some of them carry wrenches, others blowtorches, and as they collectively high five as they emerge to the surface, you realize you spent all of this time completely drugged out of your minds. Covered in sand and seaweed, you see all six of you have been so completely Zoinked that you have actually contributed nothing to the problem solving, your dreams of saving the day being just that---dreams. | ||
Instead, your friends and associates have done all the actual hard work. And eventually, feeling the island moving again under the weight of the Impeller’s power, many have gone home to their saved society. | |||
Leaving just the six of you, still hungover and covered in sand. For the last time-----What do you do? | Leaving just the six of you, still hungover and covered in sand. For the last time-----What do you do? | ||
