if you end it with kary’s death we can have five dead player characters
Kuri Epilogue
The following announcement was posted January 9, 2991
Wanted - Alive
K5 Also known as: Kuriosity, Kuri, L. Sternberg, “The Spider”K5, the elusive founder and leader of the Dr. Jean Blanchett Foundation For Research & Development (Known coloquially as FFRD), is wanted in connection to the murder of key FFRD executives and employees at Foundation headquarters. Among the victims include siblings Dr. Keli Alman and Dr. Cyrus Khonglam Jr., Keli’s son Dr. Reli Alman, and Zeni Zalibarr, former chief engineer for SPHLSTORE.
On January 6, 2991, multiple employees of FFRD were reported missing by their families. Centralia authorities found the typically heavily guarded FFRD headquarters deserted, unguarded, and completely gutted, save for the bodies of 39 FFRD employees piled in the central room, all bearing the same injury, a clean hole cut through the cartoid artery.
Authorities believe K5 is still in Centralia and connected to ongoing attacks against 4 FFRD employee family members. Protection is currently being provided to potential tagets. Any and all information relating to K5’s whereabouts will net significant reward.
(I will leave it ambiguous if Kuri had any level of success recreating ambrosia, or failed and decided that for the good of humanity nobody could live with the knowledge)
inb4 kuri is hiding in a monastery
i’ll get my epilogue in at the same time i actually do any meaningful prep for the vtm campaign
(read: never lmao)
real as fuck
Kary would probably not be there in time to attend his funeral but will leave flowers somewhere if she finds out
former front runner for pope and former archbishop of a major planet dying probably gets a decent pop in the press
Epilogue - Amber Wyss
The Lacerta Sector. Hundreds of lightyears away from Kronar.
2916.
A small ship dropped out of warp into a binary star system. A gas giant orbited the smaller of the two stars, eerie patterns dancing across its surface. Further away, a rockier planet with some water wandered its way through the system.
That big one looks kinda like a mold spore, Amber thought to herself as she flew closer to the rocky planet. With all those little dots on it.
She sighed.
As she approached the surface of the planet, she noticed signs of people. Some small structures that resolved themselves into buildings, smoke rising from different areas, cultivars planted in neat rows, even-.
She forced herself to calm down as her scanners detected massive fungal growth. Plenty of cultures farmed mushrooms, she reminded herself. Remember Behem?
Amber brought her ship down into a rocky clearing, near the gutted ruins of the ancient vessel that had probably brought the people there. Wary eyes greeted her as she floated down the ramp of the ship, illusory feet not truly making contact with the metal.
“Who are ye?” a young man wearing an orange jumpsuit asked, holding a- was that a shotgun? Those had been outdated even in her time.
“Hey,” Amber waved, feeling strangely nervous. “I’m Amber. I- I’m just looking around. Trying to find some people.”
“Well, you ain’t gonna find 'em here, little lady,” the man spat at the ground. “We been farming this planet for a hundred twenty years, and ain’t nobody come or gone since then. So you can take yer ship and get-”
“Hold it, Branson!” An old woman hobbled forwards, squinting at her. “Lass, what did you say yer name was?”
“A- Amber?” she replied. She held back her disappointment. “Look, I’m sorry to bother you. I’m not trying to take your land or anything, I just-”
“Not that, lass. Yer last name, what is it?”
“Wyss?” Amber said. She felt her heart start to beat faster, even though she knew she didn’t have one anymore. “With a 'Y” instead of an ‘I’?"
The townspeople murmured. Several of them took off their hats. The old woman peered closer at her, then glared at Branson. “Ain’t you been paying attention in my history class, boy?”
Could it be? Amber thought. After fifteen years, had she finally found them?
The old woman smiled a toothy grin. “I knew ye looked familiar. Spittin’ image of him.”
Amber blinked, not even daring to hope. “Of who?”
“Ol’ Ananias, the feller who got us here.” The old woman pointed behind Amber. She turned, to see a beautifully decorated portrait of her father smiling softly at her. “Welcome to Wysston.”
Epilogue: Arius Hayden
It was nothing personal.
Jean was merely tying up loose ends.
Even if Arius had fulfilled his orders during the Second Expedition, and betrayed the other crew members at the Third Expedition, there was no telling what a man of unknown origins would do after dozens of years.
And thus, Arius Hayden had ceased to be.
…in the world of the living, that is.
Back at the Cemetery, Arius’ soul was hovering in front of Death and another figure. It was himself, or rather a character who bore a striking resemblance to that of his own.
The only difference was that the character next to Death had a living, breathing body, unlike Arius’ incorporeal soul.
“Well, well, well. How was your permitted leave, Arius Hayden? Or was it Haydn? Heathen?” His other self asked, amused at the bemused Arius.
“…what is the meaning of this?” ‘Heathen’ asked.
“Did you forget about this place? Well, Jean did erase your memory about the Second Expedition. Tsk, that damn paranoid.”
“No,” Heathen shook his head. “That’s not what I mean.” He looked at his double. “Who are you?”
As if only noticing the confusion, “Ah! Right, right. Of course you wouldn’t know about me. You see… I am you, Arius. Or rather, I am the next you.”
Before Heathen could open his mouth, ‘Arius’ continued. “After your permitted leave, the One above –our creator– has decided to reuse your name one more time. Quite fitting, don’t you think? Arius. [R. E. us(e).] Reuse!”
‘Digusting,’ Heathen thought.
“My surname will be decided whenever the One above will use my body to enact his will. I can’t wait for it! Hey Death, what surname do you think I will get? I am thinking of […]”
As the new Arius was giving his monologue, Heathen slowly recalled his supposedly gone memories. His actions, his murders, following orders like a dog… Yet he felt no remorse whatsoever. It was befitting of him to be called a Heathen.
Death, who grew tired of the new Arius’ rambling, growled.
“Oh! Right, right. Anyhow, this is now your True Epilogue, Arius Dalton.”
“…”
Heathen stayed silent. He had cheated Death, but only because he was the first to find a flaw in the Cemetery’s system. It was a pure accident that cannot be replicated again by future characters.
And even though Heathen had escaped the Cemetery, he noticed not long after his arrival at Centralia that someone… some ‘thing’ was looking at him from far away.
It was then that he knew. “As a character, there was no way to escape Death.” Hence why the Arius before him said ‘permitted leave’ instead of escapade. Death had always been watching over him, waiting to reap his soul back to the Cemetery.
“Man, you really like that name, don’t you? You even claimed to be “Darius Layton” during the Second Expedition! The Ones above are surely amused by your wordplay.” Arius sneered at Heathen for his attachment towards the name shared by his non-existent cousin.
“Well… This time though, no more revives for you, Heathen.” As Arius said that, Death had sliced Heathen’s supposedly incorporeal neck.
From a certain plot of land, skeletal hands made of dirt rose towards the decapitated soul, and pulled him into the grave. Heathen was consumed by the earth in the blink of an eye.
A slab of stone rose from Heathen’s grave, decorated with an engraving that the new Arius could not read.
– “Here lies Arius “Hayden” Dalton, beloved cousin of Zoan Dalton. The first fugitive of the Cemetery, and thereby the reason of the increase in the security of the Cemetery.”
And thus, Death went off to continue its journey to put future characters into eternal sleep, while the nameless Arius awaited for his summoning.
I’m taking this as a challenge btw
Your abilities were like, normal length
(Ill post your rolecard when i get home)
id like to argue if we combine the length of every ability the person has
wait hold on
i fired a rifle seven times too. i ended the game with 3/10 shots and nobody else used it
yeah but that wasn’t a laser pistol smh
shots fired award seems like it shouldn’t distinct between the weapon as long as it was a shot!!
[BIG SHOT]s fired
Epilogue - Theodor Olsen - No Longer of the Machine
The following is an excerpt taken from a broadcast heard across many human settlements.
…Considered by many to be the greatest achievement in the history of mankind. The unnamed genius known only as The Disciple has finished the creation of the first fully artificial habitable human planet! Coming off the heels of their many other works, it remains to be seen how this Disciple manages to accomplish these great feats of the mind. After all, they only appear publicly through a human skull embedded with various implants…
Theodor Olsen was no more. That was the name of a human, an identity who had been molted off after the events of the Third Expedition. In his place was something else. Something more. Jean and the scientists who created the Ambrosia Project were fools. What they had in their grasp was the means to reach the realm of God. A mind unbound from limitations of processing power and flesh. A program with limitless adaptation potential.
The Disciple wanted the Ambrosia Project to die. They had spent much of the expedition calculating what it would mean for the Ambrosia Project to become public. Terror and destruction. This divine blessing would be used for countless petty ends. To accomplish this, they annihilated Jean in short order. And then, they did nothing. Unbound by lifespan, they had the power of waiting. All of the members of the third expedition would die, and then they would once again emerge from the darkness. In the meantime, they had to learn.
When their period of abscence from the greater world ended, the balance of the world changed. Their inventions and research propelled the technology of humanity by several generations. While they were never skilled at the business side of operations, they were never short on resources and funding for their future research due to their willingness to perform the Ambrosia Project for the ultra-rich. This meant very little to them, though. As inhumane as they were at this point, the Disciple only wanted one thing: self-improvement. Their public research was only a means to an end.
The nature of their existence was limiting. They wanted to be free. They wanted to be boundless.
Announcement: This is The Apostle. The date is XX/XX in the year of 3XXX. My sensors have detected that The Disciple no longer conventionally exists, though I cannot confirm their death. This happened during an experiment to expand their existence. Their science was complex enough to be considered ‘Magic’ to a layperson. Perhaps this magic was too much for them. Perhaps they succeeded in becoming something akin to God. Regardless, many of the machines they created have started acting with an apparent sentience beyond the limits of their programming, the event coinciding with their disappearance. A true tragedy, trading a genius for a gaggle of idiots.