ENDGAME - For All the Dreamers
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Who: Serge, Kid, Corrin, Tyzias
When: ?̸̢̖̳̰̳̺̱̼͔͓̼̺͐̒ͨͫ̒̏ͨ͂̃͐ͬ̍͋͜͞ͅ?̛̼͎͖͍̖̤̱̥ͬ̌ͬ̾ͫ̾͆͒ͫ̋̇͋̽̍͆ͬ͌ͧ̿?̵̧̡̺̪̟̬̖͉͔͍͎̣̜̭̬̝̭̙̩̫͕̅̇͌̎͊ͦ͌̅̅ͥͣ̽?̻͎̻̬̩̹̹͓̙͓̟̲̩̠̫ͯ͗̓͑̈́̃̀͑̄͊̇̇̕͢͠ͅͅ?̵̸̶̶̆ͤ̃̅̆ͥͪ͏̳̥͙͚̥͓̜?̼̮̻͖̜͉̬̻͕̻ͤͮͦͫ̍̑ͣͪ̿̌̎̏̈ͮ͛̾́̚͡?̷̴̖̬̬̤̹̼̠̠̜͚̼̫͓̠̱̬͗̃̿̈͗̊̇̑̊̈ͯ͌?̯̭͕̞̤̙͔̻̖̱̘̹͓ͧͦͤͬ̈́͑̇͊͐͂̉͒ͮ͗̂̋̾̒̚͢͢ͅ?̂͐̽ͪͬ̅ͧͨ͑ͩͨ̓ͮ̑҉̱̙̰̗̭̻͔̤̲͕͚̖?̷̰̹̞̫̺̦̔͊͌ͪͭ͂͢?̶̢̹͍̳̫͓͋͑͑͗͐̄͟͝͝?̝͔͓̮̣̆ͮͪ͗͑̕͘͡͡?̮̝̣̗̳͙͖̯̺̟̬͓̖̥̈͆̔ͧ͛͆̉̆́̅̌̊ͯ̑̇̀͘͢͟?̗̖͔̼͕̱̳͈ͩ͋͗̍ͦͤ̚͘͜͠?̡͇͔̼͙̜͎̰̮̮̥̹̗͚͉͋̾̌̀̓̿͑̔ͨͯ͛̑ͬ̓͌͌̐̚͞͡ͅ?̬̺̥̦ͭ̃ͦ̂̆͋̊͂̎ͨͩ̌̆̆̕͘
Where: ?̸̢̖̳̰̳̺̱̼͔͓̼̺͐̒ͨͫ̒̏ͨ͂̃͐ͬ̍͋͜͞ͅ?̛̼͎͖͍̖̤̱̥ͬ̌ͬ̾ͫ̾͆͒ͫ̋̇͋̽̍͆ͬ͌ͧ̿?̵̧̡̺̪̟̬̖͉͔͍͎̣̜̭̬̝̭̙̩̫͕̅̇͌̎͊ͦ͌̅̅ͥͣ̽?̻͎̻̬̩̹̹͓̙͓̟̲̩̠̫ͯ͗̓͑̈́̃̀͑̄͊̇̇̕͢͠ͅͅ?̵̸̶̶̆ͤ̃̅̆ͥͪ͏̳̥͙͚̥͓̜?̼̮̻͖̜͉̬̻͕̻ͤͮͦͫ̍̑ͣͪ̿̌̎̏̈ͮ͛̾́̚͡?̷̴̖̬̬̤̹̼̠̠̜͚̼̫͓̠̱̬͗̃̿̈͗̊̇̑̊̈ͯ͌?̯̭͕̞̤̙͔̻̖̱̘̹͓ͧͦͤͬ̈́͑̇͊͐͂̉͒ͮ͗̂̋̾̒̚͢͢ͅ?̂͐̽ͪͬ̅ͧͨ͑ͩͨ̓ͮ̑҉̱̙̰̗̭̻͔̤̲͕͚̖?̷̰̹̞̫̺̦̔͊͌ͪͭ͂͢?̶̢̹͍̳̫͓͋͑͑͗͐̄͟͝͝?̝͔͓̮̣̆ͮͪ͗͑̕͘͡͡?̮̝̣̗̳͙͖̯̺̟̬͓̖̥̈͆̔ͧ͛͆̉̆́̅̌̊ͯ̑̇̀͘͢͟?̗̖͔̼͕̱̳͈ͩ͋͗̍ͦͤ̚͘͜͠?̡͇͔̼͙̜͎̰̮̮̥̹̗͚͉͋̾̌̀̓̿͑̔ͨͯ͛̑ͬ̓͌͌̐̚͞͡ͅ?̬̺̥̦ͭ̃ͦ̂̆͋̊͂̎ͨͩ̌̆̆̕͘
What: Something has gone wrong. Where is Serge and Kid's homeworld?
Warnings/Notes: Death, sadness, time paradoxes and the fixing thereof.
There is quiet, here.
The song has faded, as have those who could have sung it. There were heroes, once, but now there are none. Or perhaps there never were. Or, perhaps, it is simpler to say that there never could have been. This was the inevitable result of the folly of interfering with time.
For now, there truly is Nothing. Nothing in the philosophical sense, an absolute void.
There is no world to save.
There is no time to save it in.
There is no space for time to act on.
There is no Schala.
There is no Lavos.
There is only the Devourer, feasting on timelines and stolen potential and the souls of innumerable worlds.
Forever.
When: ?̸̢̖̳̰̳̺̱̼͔͓̼̺͐̒ͨͫ̒̏ͨ͂̃͐ͬ̍͋͜͞ͅ?̛̼͎͖͍̖̤̱̥ͬ̌ͬ̾ͫ̾͆͒ͫ̋̇͋̽̍͆ͬ͌ͧ̿?̵̧̡̺̪̟̬̖͉͔͍͎̣̜̭̬̝̭̙̩̫͕̅̇͌̎͊ͦ͌̅̅ͥͣ̽?̻͎̻̬̩̹̹͓̙͓̟̲̩̠̫ͯ͗̓͑̈́̃̀͑̄͊̇̇̕͢͠ͅͅ?̵̸̶̶̆ͤ̃̅̆ͥͪ͏̳̥͙͚̥͓̜?̼̮̻͖̜͉̬̻͕̻ͤͮͦͫ̍̑ͣͪ̿̌̎̏̈ͮ͛̾́̚͡?̷̴̖̬̬̤̹̼̠̠̜͚̼̫͓̠̱̬͗̃̿̈͗̊̇̑̊̈ͯ͌?̯̭͕̞̤̙͔̻̖̱̘̹͓ͧͦͤͬ̈́͑̇͊͐͂̉͒ͮ͗̂̋̾̒̚͢͢ͅ?̂͐̽ͪͬ̅ͧͨ͑ͩͨ̓ͮ̑҉̱̙̰̗̭̻͔̤̲͕͚̖?̷̰̹̞̫̺̦̔͊͌ͪͭ͂͢?̶̢̹͍̳̫͓͋͑͑͗͐̄͟͝͝?̝͔͓̮̣̆ͮͪ͗͑̕͘͡͡?̮̝̣̗̳͙͖̯̺̟̬͓̖̥̈͆̔ͧ͛͆̉̆́̅̌̊ͯ̑̇̀͘͢͟?̗̖͔̼͕̱̳͈ͩ͋͗̍ͦͤ̚͘͜͠?̡͇͔̼͙̜͎̰̮̮̥̹̗͚͉͋̾̌̀̓̿͑̔ͨͯ͛̑ͬ̓͌͌̐̚͞͡ͅ?̬̺̥̦ͭ̃ͦ̂̆͋̊͂̎ͨͩ̌̆̆̕͘
Where: ?̸̢̖̳̰̳̺̱̼͔͓̼̺͐̒ͨͫ̒̏ͨ͂̃͐ͬ̍͋͜͞ͅ?̛̼͎͖͍̖̤̱̥ͬ̌ͬ̾ͫ̾͆͒ͫ̋̇͋̽̍͆ͬ͌ͧ̿?̵̧̡̺̪̟̬̖͉͔͍͎̣̜̭̬̝̭̙̩̫͕̅̇͌̎͊ͦ͌̅̅ͥͣ̽?̻͎̻̬̩̹̹͓̙͓̟̲̩̠̫ͯ͗̓͑̈́̃̀͑̄͊̇̇̕͢͠ͅͅ?̵̸̶̶̆ͤ̃̅̆ͥͪ͏̳̥͙͚̥͓̜?̼̮̻͖̜͉̬̻͕̻ͤͮͦͫ̍̑ͣͪ̿̌̎̏̈ͮ͛̾́̚͡?̷̴̖̬̬̤̹̼̠̠̜͚̼̫͓̠̱̬͗̃̿̈͗̊̇̑̊̈ͯ͌?̯̭͕̞̤̙͔̻̖̱̘̹͓ͧͦͤͬ̈́͑̇͊͐͂̉͒ͮ͗̂̋̾̒̚͢͢ͅ?̂͐̽ͪͬ̅ͧͨ͑ͩͨ̓ͮ̑҉̱̙̰̗̭̻͔̤̲͕͚̖?̷̰̹̞̫̺̦̔͊͌ͪͭ͂͢?̶̢̹͍̳̫͓͋͑͑͗͐̄͟͝͝?̝͔͓̮̣̆ͮͪ͗͑̕͘͡͡?̮̝̣̗̳͙͖̯̺̟̬͓̖̥̈͆̔ͧ͛͆̉̆́̅̌̊ͯ̑̇̀͘͢͟?̗̖͔̼͕̱̳͈ͩ͋͗̍ͦͤ̚͘͜͠?̡͇͔̼͙̜͎̰̮̮̥̹̗͚͉͋̾̌̀̓̿͑̔ͨͯ͛̑ͬ̓͌͌̐̚͞͡ͅ?̬̺̥̦ͭ̃ͦ̂̆͋̊͂̎ͨͩ̌̆̆̕͘
What: Something has gone wrong. Where is Serge and Kid's homeworld?
Warnings/Notes: Death, sadness, time paradoxes and the fixing thereof.
There is quiet, here.
The song has faded, as have those who could have sung it. There were heroes, once, but now there are none. Or perhaps there never were. Or, perhaps, it is simpler to say that there never could have been. This was the inevitable result of the folly of interfering with time.
For now, there truly is Nothing. Nothing in the philosophical sense, an absolute void.
There is no world to save.
There is no time to save it in.
There is no space for time to act on.
There is no Schala.
There is no Lavos.
There is only the Devourer, feasting on timelines and stolen potential and the souls of innumerable worlds.
Forever.