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vault1132023-05-01 01:11 am
EPILOGUE
Though it's only been three weeks, the vault has taught all of you an important lesson: War. War never changes.
Whether it is the wars you fight at home, the wars your comrades fight in their worlds, or the interpersonal wars you've experienced here... There is always strife and conflict, but you have still come out on top of it.
Once the reactor room party disperses, Ianthe keeps word (under Kanon's watchfull eye) and removes all of the souls from the mainframe, restoring them into their fixed up beautifully healthy bodies. It's really as if you'd never died at all!
There is still a little time to pack your things and say goodbye to the nuclear fallout shelter that has been home for a while, but then the plan will be put into action and the SNART is powered up.
The machine of miracles is fulfilling its true purpose for the first time.
And the group can move forward towards greener pastures, which are actually redder pastures, because it's hell, and there is fire. But Mordawwa is here to keep us all safe, one assumes.
And with the infinite flow of souls, the SNART can remain a permanent fixture of the underworld, allowing everyone to go where and when they'd like, freely, as many times as necessary. Until Erin has enough of everyone, at least.
((Welcome to your epilogue and congratulations on finding a way for everyone, really everyone, to live!! You can use this post for all your post-game interactions, whether that is a toplevel while still in the vault, interactions in the underworld, or even something far later than!))
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Well, I know that.
I'm surprised nobody even pushed for it. Like I said, when I was in your shoes, sparing that plague-ridden dusty old bitch wasn't even remotely on my mind.