You know, I try to be a fairly responsive GM. Ask for Erin Quill? Get Erin Quill.
"Don't be silly, Quill," Tyro Padelheb says. "I have guards all around this place. You'd be dead before you fire a shot."
"Eh? Worth it to get rid of you," Erin replies, aiming the gun while typing furiously on the wormhole control panel with the other. "I'm strongly considering stuffing you headfirst into the wormhole at this point."
"That won't stop it," warns Mira Kethalyn.
"True, but he'll die a few nanoseconds before the rest of Antarctica does," Erin said. "Some small measure of revenge for causing all this mess. What were you trying to do, anyway?"
"He had me-" Mira begins to say, before Padelheb shoots her a glare and she falls silent.
"Do what?" asks Quill, still tapping furiously and still pointing the gun at Padelheb.
Padelheb just folds his arms. “Watch your mouth, Erin,” he says. “It would take but a few words for me to have you shot.”
“Yeah, that’s the other confusing thing,” Erin Quill says, still staring down at the control panel. “How exactly did you get King Karatstoz to believe that I’m a traitor? Seeing as there’s no evidence whatsoever of such a crime?”
Padelheb smirks again. “Do you really think there’s anyone that won’t turn against you if pushed in the right way? That won’t say exactly what I want them to say and do exactly what I want them to do if pressed in the right places? You know nothing-”
“Jon Snow,” Quill interrupts.
This, for one, seriously threw Padelheb off guard. “What?”
“You know nothing, Jon Snow.” Quill says. Blank stares answer him. “Fourth-wall reference. Pay no attention, carry on.” After typing a series of commands into the control board, he moves over to another section of the panel and gently puts his hands on a glowing wheel in the table."
"What are you doing?" Mira asks, stepping up to the panel.
Erin looks up for a moment. “I mean, I’m pretty sure that I can stabilize this thing, but just in case I run out of time, or fully screw up and make things worse, there’s a few more things I can try,” he says. “This is an experimental program I wrote a while ago to shunt all the wormhole’s virtual mass to one end.”
“Meaning that if it disintegrates-”
“-only one end will explode. The other end will just vanish into nothing.”
“So instead of obliterating two continents we just obliterate one,” Mira says.
“Uh, yeah,” Erin answers. “Then the only question is which side to move it to,”
“Well, obviously the opposite one,” Mira says.
Erin looks at her.
“Look, it’d be bad to lose either continent, and millions of people will die either way, but Antarctica is undoubtedly more valuable. At any cost, we cannot allow our civilization to perish.”
“Well, I mean,” Erin says, glaring at Padelheb, “By producing the likes of him we’ve probably voided any right to consider ourselves the superior civilization, ever. And either way, I wasn’t asking you.”
“I agree fully,” Padelheb says. “Antarctica must prevail. Everything else is… expendable.”
“I wasn’t asking you either, idiot,” Erin says.
What do you do?
A: Transfer the mass to Antarctica and preserve Brazil, along with Celling, Merrowitz, the rebels, and the parrot, in the case of a wormhole collapse.
B: Transfer the mass to Brazil and preserve Antarctica, along with Quill, Padelheb, Mira, and the nobles, in the case of a wormhole collapse.
C: Do neither and focus on saving both.
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