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[Final Day] Endgame
There is a noise like broken glass as the giant shadowy snake wavers in place, then falls over, hitting the roof so hard that dust billows up on on various levels of existence, making the whole building shake. You begin to see more people all around you—flickering, as if the layers are merging into one, the separations between them vanishing.
Superimposed over the snake's fading body—yes, there is, in fact, a giant shadow snake, visible to everyone now, even those who had just been fighting Mithos—is a man in a labcoat bending over on his knees, shuddering and grasping at the ground.
"Sssssss . . . thissssss . . ."
He jerks abruptly, then sags a little more, as if losing energy, trying to force his eyes to stay open, but . . .
Superimposed over the snake's fading body—yes, there is, in fact, a giant shadow snake, visible to everyone now, even those who had just been fighting Mithos—is a man in a labcoat bending over on his knees, shuddering and grasping at the ground.
"Sssssss . . . thissssss . . ."
He jerks abruptly, then sags a little more, as if losing energy, trying to force his eyes to stay open, but . . .
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[darts out to have really fast pizza or, more likely, just attempt to swipe some hospital food. t-t-t-timespace hello again: trots back in afterwards.]