It's not you - it's me.I let this get silly and directionless, partly subconsciously, because I'm bored.
Not bored of the actual intended plot which would carry on till 2019, or (not in the slightest) bored of the excellent players and characters, but - and it's taken me about 15 months to be able to admit it to myself, and this has been my way of making me do so - bored of and demotivated by no longer having the time to produce regular, quality updates that keep things focused and moving.
Recently this had none of the above, so I would prefer to stop. The only point has ever been to please myself with what I've written, and to imagine that the other people who've contributed are also pleased with it.
Many thanks and apologies to everyone who's invested time in any of my games - you've given me countless hours of enjoyment and amusement.
I actually rolled the dice for the initial actions of a final turn, but instead of completing it decided to make some cheese - I'm going to make saag paneer this evening. In this turn, Tackov, rolling a 6, shot himself out of Hell and into Heaven. Lady Foxglove and Sylvanna, rolling a 1 and a 6 respectively, argued for a few lines about how best to operate the car and who was sluttiest, before driving it straight into the GM, rather than having a car chase. I was going to have the GM be broken as an explanation for the end. Gervedder rolled a 5, and understood. Whiz rolled a 4, and was almost perfectly auto-ed. Bukkar rolled a 2 and died again.