[text] Rose: Egress

[grimdarkseer]

[It will become apparent very quickly that what is to follow was not submitted intentionally. Of course, given that a few days ago John had said they were all dead, Rose shouldn't be posting anything at all...should she?

Either way, it's soon clear that this wasn't so much intended to be posted to the community as intended to be posted elsewhere and the community decided to appropriate it]

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[ZZZZ] Rose: Egress
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This is my final entry.

My co-players and I have made every earnest attempt, with occasional relapse, to play this game the right way. I have been meticulous in documenting the process to help our peers and successors through the trials should we fail. In my hubris I believed these classes were relegated to the Earth-bound, but in even this quaint supposition I was in error. Our otherworldly antagonists have assured us of our inevitable failure repeatedly, while the gods whisper corroboration in my sleep. I believe them now.

I just blew up my first gate. I'm not sure why I did it, really.

I am not playing by the rules anymore. I will fly around this candy-coated rock and comb the white sand until I find answers. No one can tell me our fate can't be repaired. We've come too far. I jumped out of the way of a burning fucking tree, for God's sake.

I have used a spell to rip this walkthrough from Earth's decaying networks, and sealed it in one of the servers floating in the Furthest Ring. The gods may disperse the signal throughout the cosmos as they wish. Perhaps it will be of use to past or future species who like us have been ensnared by Skaia's malevolent tendrils.

In case it wasn't clear, magic is real.

Pardon my egress. You're on your own now.

[The text is followed by the signature on this page, as well as some other stuff that probably doesn't bear thinking about too much. And apparently the gods have decided the community is a good place for this walkthrough to end up]

Comments

[zuipperpips]

well this is givin me some hints of some bad fuckin mojo

[grimdarkseer]

You know, I'd pretend to be surprised that this ended up here of all places except that this is just the kind of inconvenient moment the community chooses to impose upon.

Or perhaps the gods of the Furthest Ring have merely decided to reflect their own interest in this place. Hard to tell with them.

[zuipperpips]

or maybe this place is on one of the servesr floatin in the furhtest ring
sry Futrhest Ring
*Furthest
i mean from what i gather w/ my sleuthin erryone knows bumfuck with a side a fucall bout this place

[stillneedawish]

Rose-san...?

[grimdarkseer]

Entirely possible and not something I would rush to rule out.
It does seem the sort of thing those who regard the entirety of humanity as nought but playthings would conceive of.

[grimdarkseer]

I would offer some form of apology for the rather brusque appearance of this message, only I'm not certain apologising for something the gods felt a reason to do would be in my best interests right now.

[zuipperpips]

rite yeah nothin but a playrool fulla dumbass toddlers stickin their fingers in the sockets of the universe
*playroom
hey i got an idea
you should stick around and not do any stupid stuff and we can figure this super interestin complex problem out together k

[grimdarkseer]

I fear it may be a little late for that.
Regardless, it would seem that fate has us constrained to the path of this timeline for the time being.
What will happen once this timeline's version of Scratch presents himself, I do not know.

[docfoul]

Careful, Seer.

[grimdarkseer]

The only one I need to be careful of is you.

[zuipperpips]

be careufl ok
im gettin a bad fuckin feelin like i said

[grimdarkseer]

I will. The community may not be able to provide us with an escape but an alternative must exist somewhere.

[docfoul]

If you'd rather trust the dark gods over me, be my guest.
It's your session, after all.

[grimdarkseer]

I'm not sure how you think that's even a choice, given that I have already determined that you are not to be trusted in any incarnation.

[papshooshing]

JUST WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU UP TO NOW?

[heavenlyhome]

...it is not going well?

[thekidsare0kay]

uhhhh.
2ound2 liike fun.

[grimdarkseer]

I thought I had made my intentions perfectly clear.

[grimdarkseer]

About as well as we could have expected, which is to say not particularly well at present, no.
That won't, however, be enough to deter me.

[grimdarkseer]

I suppose that would rather depend on one's definition of the word fun.

[antibadstuff]

Not totally understanding, but guessing this calls for a "No more Mr. Nice Guy" joke.

[grimdarkseer]

It would not be an entirely inappropriate joke to make, certainly. Let's just say that things are exactly as we feared they would be and that fate has played out as those further in the timeline have indicated they would.

[antibadstuff]

So time to break out of what's supposed to happen? I can understand that. Good luck figuring it out.

[grimdarkseer]

Precisely. If we cannot escape it using the external means of the community, which it would appear we cannot, then there must be a way within the game to achieve it. It's just a matter of finding it.

[papshooshing]

WITH YOU?
ONE CAN'T BE TOO SURE HOW *CLEAR* THAT REALLY IS.