FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[Soon after, many of the figures lay dead. They bodies are splayed all over the stage. The female, however, seems to be gone.

Where did she go? What is she planning? It's unknown. But, soon after the Titled leave the Debate Hall, they are struck with a vivid vision. It is quick, but strong. Another dream, and this time, it is a waking dream.

Another memory. The Depths haven't been cleaned, either. The halls are silent, and no new doors seem to have opened. Yet deep down, you know. The end is near.

Its time to get ready. So, get ready, Titled.

There are seven strangers left.]

Comments

[carries_war]

Ours remembered being ruler of a city. I wonder if they were both enemies of the sick bastards behind this.

[thiscomicsucks]

...Yeah. They remember these guys. Not what they are, exactly, but they were the ones who brought them here with us. So chances are, our Intercessor has that in common as well, they didn't exactly speak praises about whoever the hell they are.

[carries_war]

Then they might know Alexis, too. Not that I'm sure they'd know...their memory seems to be about as messed up as mine was, but coming back slower.

[thiscomicsucks]

Wouldn't surprise me, at this point. Why else would they toss the Intercessor into a place like this with a bunch of weirdos talking about worlds and technology that they can't even begin to comprehend, with said weirdos capable of killing them twenty different ways, unless these guys hated them?

[carries_war]

Not to mention leaving them to think they were the one responsible for executing any weirdos who went for Order 7. It's pretty clear they were hoping to set us against each other.

[He chuckles.]

I don't think they appreciated that we ended up friends instead.