Epilogue
They say that a murderer always returns to the crime scene. This is false. That little tidbit's actually a lie spread by detectives to give people the illusion of safety. Crime scenes are actually like little murderer nests, designed to attract other murderers to the location. What happens next? Murderers plot, murderers plan, murderers come up with ways to murderer more people more efficiently and more enjoyably, murderers come up with ways to not to get caught by others and therefore not make the areas in which they commit murderers crime scenes, and finally and most importantly, murderers murder.
Gruesome Murderers know this fact very well, so they construct crime scenes of their very own -- one in particular being the biggest, baddest and very best of them all, a crime scene 'operating' not only for a short blip in the history of murder but twenty four and seven. They -- aha, we call it the Wreck for reasons that should be, by all rights, completely and totally obvious. I'm not explaining that for you, like I'm not explaining the history of this place for you.
I sit in the Wreck's conference room, a lovely place where we plot out our Gruesome Murders. A Gruesome Murder is like a murder, but simply better. Just look at the beautiful over-orchestration in a Gruesome Murder, designed to eviscerate a victim's will to live. This over-orchestration means that every Gruesome Murder must pass through the whims of the Committee. It's annoying, but I suppose that it's for the good of Gruesome Murderers everywhere, so I have to endure. God, I don't like it, but I have to keep going.
"I'd like to hear the results of your little experiment," Grand Manipulator Georgina Malphas says, a tall woman with a certain imposing aura around her.
"Uh, I got the Godmodder killed."
"What."
"I got the Godmodder killed."
"Oh, in the name of all of the deities that I'm going to aggressively assert that I don't believe in. Oh my god. How did you manage to do it. You have absolute control of the little situation that you made, and you still managed to get the Godmodder killed. Did you give them," and Georgina Malphas gasps, "a fair game?"
"Yes."
"You're fired," she says. "Wait, goddammit, no, we don't have enough people for me to safely fire you. Let's see. What are our potential slaves your players up to?"
"They managed to destroy the planet, but let's see. They think they're at peace, hah!"
"Elaborate."
"A decent portion of them have gone to Nirvana. Somebody managed to prevent people from becoming ridiculously overpowered, some people are disappointed that the Godmodder died, and are using the empty space to attempt to conquer reality."
"I see."
"It's not over, though."
"It's not?"
"I'm a man with a grand plan."
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