You take a moment to save your work before getting up to check out the latest of Larry's potential bullshit hoping for a half decent show. Despite the slight doubts you had about the situation, you find that almost half of the office has gathered near the northern glass wall to get a look at whatever it is that's planning to fly overhead. By the time you join the others you can just begin to make out vague shapes of what looks like several dozen flyers coming towards Briarstone, a rare sight considering there was barely a two flights a day from the city's rather tiny airport. It's not long before you can finally recognize them and the truth shocks you, rather than fighter jets or planes you see giant grey swords being dragged through the sky by what you can only describe as angels. Of course, not all of the group is strange as you do manage to make out a handful of fighter jets seemingly patrolling around these strange beings.
It takes a while for everyone to process what exactly they're seeing, but when they do quite a few back away from the glass in shock as they start muttering to each other. You vaguely hear Larry screaming in the background,
"I KNEW IT! I KNEW THAT THE ARMY HAD ENSLAVED GOD'S SERVANTS, CLEARLY THEY'VE BEEN PLANNING TO USE THEM TO SCOUR ALL WHO OPPOSE THEIR CAPITALIST, CONSERVATIVE VIEWS FROM EXISTENCE! TYRANTS WILL RUL-"
His rant is broken by someone screaming back.
"Shut the fuck up, Larry! Now is not the time for your paranoid bullshit."
Around that time the angel drawn swords stop hovering above Briarstone and your attention is drawn to a blue screen that appears in front of you along with fireworks and confetti. You can vaguely hear trumpets and a vague drum roll in the background as you stare at the uniform letters slowly appearing on the screen.
"Congratulations Earth's ruling race, Humanity! You have successfully accumulated the required nine hundred and ninety-nine quadrillion experience required for your world's evolution to a Class F- planet, a feat managed thanks in large part to your two expertly managed grinding events known as World War I and II~
Your race is currently ranked as 150,679th fastest race to meet the base planet evolution requirements! As your reward you've been given the gift of forewarning before Heaven's Descent. Those angel drawn swords you see are in fact divine tools meant to aid in the evolutionary process of your planet, I believe your race would call it the creation of Dungeons~
You have six hours to prepare, for those interested fellows you'll be given a reward for remaining within the region to be changed by Heaven's Descent, but beware the potential loss of life. For those who brilliantly evacuate the region you'll also be given a reward, but it shall be much less valuable.
Congrats, have fun!
XOXO, Loki~"
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Topic: When Heroes Die - Modern Fantasy Suggestion Game (Read 3546 times)