Oh, I've been meaning to do some in-character stuff. Something about being in Failcannon right at the very end, then waking up here in Hellcannon. Y'know, stuff like that.
Journal of Gizogin, Rawmancer First Class
What a strange few days. I swear I was just in Failcannon, fighting off a swarm of kobolds, but now I'm somehow here, in this place they call "Hellcannon." I'm still trying to piece together what's going on here, so I'm just going to put down what I can remember, starting just after Failday.
Failcannon was falling apart. The catastrophic disaster that was Failday had taken out some pretty vital support structures, and knocked open a hole into the ocean. Water mixed with the blood of the many hundreds of dead, and some other goo, vomit, and dust from various other sources. I don't know if it was because of the water and air moving around, but I'm pretty sure I heard some eerie moans and wails coming out as well. I heard some of the higher-ups talking about "unleashing the hordes of undead" and "waging war on the gods," or something like that, but I had nothing to do with that stuff. I was just a simple ranger, content so long as I had my trusty crossbow and something to point it at.
Anyway, life went on pretty much as usual after Failday, at least as much as anything could be called normal in Failcannon. Forgotten Beasts, ancient horrors that should never have seen the light of the sun, showed up in greater numbers than ever before, but we managed to hold them off, for a time. Our numbers continued to dwindle, until only ThatAussieDwarf and I stood before everything that wanted us dead. Naturally, ThatAussieDwarf was content to let me handle the fighting, muttering something about his "nefarious scheme." I didn't mind, being a warrior and all. I fought off a few kobold thieves, and went down to check on TAD, and maybe get some sleep before I had to fight again. As soon as I said that I had defeated all the kobolds, he ran straight outside, probably to make his escape or something.
Well, as it happened, I hadn't quite killed them all. One of the kobolds was still alive, albeit just barely. He managed to stab ThatAussieDwarf and bring him down by the time I made it back to the surface. When I arrived, they were... I'm not sure I would call it fighting, more like flopping around each other between bouts of unconsciousness. It was kind of pathetic, to tell the truth. Anyway, ThatAussieDwarf didn't make it. He expired from his wounds, leaving me that last survivor in Failcannon. I must admit I didn't take it well. I half-remember some stuff, like throwing down all of my armor and my trusty crossbow, then rushing out to make my final stand. Anyway, I definitely remember being surrounded by the corpses of many kobolds, and then there was something rushing toward my head...
Then, the next thing I knew, I was here. Not only that, but I was a girl, too! Now, I don't have anything against the fairer sex, but it's a little disconcerting waking up in a new body, with no beard. How can I be a great hero and warrior without my beard? Anyway, I'm here now, and I may as well make the most of it. Oh, and strangely enough, all the dwarves here have the same names and personalities as those I knew from Failcannon. It's pretty odd, now that I think on it.
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