TO: Henderson, M.
FROM: Ben, A.
REGARDING: its the end
IMPORTANCE: OMEGA
im hoping this gets through because the internet has begun to get unstable even for the sites some of the more vicious protestors are destroying every aspect of civilization they’re convinced that it’ll all be restored when they go through the portals
everything we’ve ever worked for is completely destroyed
diane’s dead now, they found her slumped in her office. nice of her to leave a note for us, i suppose.
its all taken such a toll that we’ve finally had to break apart the office. all the world knows now that consistency is a cruel joke. all we can do now is watch the play that these beings are putting on for us.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ACT ONE: ALL THE THOUSAND WORLDS
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSCENE ONE
Circumstances: At 6:16AM local time, a disturbance occurred originating from the Christian Quarter in the Old City of Jerusalem. Reported sights of notable buildings turning white, and spontaneously becoming non-corporeal and invisible. After about 10 minutes, all buildings are converted, and the populace is congregated in the center, watching a non-corporeal though still visible tinted blue image of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.
A man suddenly begins levitating and quickly grows to be 10 meters tall, and obtaining the same properties as the former church. Three other men and a woman spontaneously manifest. Light originating from an unidentifiably many locations illuminates the area surrounding the former church. Videos rapidly spread through the Internet of the following scene, unable to be suppressed even through combined efforts with other intelligence agencies.
STELLAIM: I hope that it’s acceptable to say that I’m scared for my future now.
CARTAGO: We are all scared — is that not an unspoken fact of the ceremony to come?
STELLAIM: But how does it reflect upon us that we show our fear of the occasion? You are shifting your weight, Cartago — you’re scared, and no one ever shows fear. I just worry-
THE MAN: Worry for what?
[STELLAIM and CARTAGO both fall silent and become tense, as though expecting to be rebuked.]
THE MAN: All show fear when they are expecting judgement for their voyages to the 9 Moons of our system.
[STELLAIM and CARTAGO relax their bodies — however, Garti tenses themselves more, seeming to expect a terrible fate.]
THE MAN: All accept the fate which they are given. It is now time for you four adventurers, you 4 strong men and women, to know which fate you shall be appointed.
STELLAIM, CARTAGO, GARTI, LUX: How could it be otherwise.
THE MAN: Are you all sure that you have done all that you can do within the system?
STELLAIM, CARTAGO, GARTI, LUX: YES, MANN!
THE MAN: For only two of you, this is true. Cartago, Lux, come to me!
[Cartago and Lux shift uneasily towards Mann.]
THE MAN: For you, Cartago, you have relied on your hands many times throughout your travels. You have scaled the Ice Peaks of Gersait, travelled through the monuments of the Andro Peoples, and have written many stories more about travels fictional and real. For this, Cartago, you will be sent to the Moon of Hands.
[The figure known as Cartago, wearing a ceremonial purple robe with as-of-yet undeciphered lettering on it, almost stumbles under the weight of the words. He then looks at THE MAN more clearly.]
Cartago: I accept my duty to the Thousand Worlds, sir.
[THE MAN walks towards Cartago, and produces a metal saw with more indecipherable lettering. He begins cutting away at Cartago’s left wrist, which spurts blood, and Cartago stumbles in pain.]
THE MAN: Cartago, you shall pay your duty to the Thousand Worlds with your left wrist, and with your right, you shall pay your duty to yourself.
[THE MAN twists the arm, and hacks at the remaining bones connecting the hand, and produces a torch. He cauterizes the wound, and Cartago screams in pain. THE MAN produces a meat cleaver, and with one swipe, he cleanly separates Cartago’s right hand from his wrist. He cauterizes the wound. Cartago screams again, and he apparently disintegrates — the 10-foot figure becomes a 10-foot pile of lunar dust (study undergoing.)]
[THE MAN faces Lux, who is now completely still.]
THE MAN: Lux — you have been well-known as one of the greatest hunters within the system. You have killed all manner of beasts and saved many lives for your hunting. For your contributions to the villages who you have saved from untold rabid hordes, you shall go to the Moon of Skin.
[Lux seems to shortly faint, but quickly regains her composure, though she seems to now be incredibly concerned.]
Lux: Y- Yes sir, I’ll serve my duty.
[Lux’s robe turns midnight-black, and the lettering on it appears to shine gold. Her figure crumbles into what appears to be the same dust as the Cartago figure’s, though it has proven extremely delicate and hard to study, as wind in the area vaporized most of the sample size.]
[THE MAN faces Stellaim and Garti, who both suddenly focus on THE MAN, awaiting a command.]
THE MAN: Stellaim and Garti, you have not yet done all that you can for the Thousand Worlds.
Stellaim: But sir, what else can I do? Have I not designed entire worlds and saved sapient species? I know not what more meaningfully distinct things it’s in my capacity to do.
THE MAN: No, for you two can together do something which we have wished for 13 millenia.
Stellaim, Garti: What is it, our LORD?
THE MAN: You must bring home our children, who long ago ran from us to the distant reaches of the Vertyi Galaxy, on the planet they know as Terra. You must come to them, and teach them that their minds can become much more if they only come home to their brothers and their sisters and their mothers and their fathers.
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