Tune into the transmission? Please. We're here, we're in charge, and let me tell you Exodus, you'd do well to start watching your backs, now. >Insincerely: Halloway (H), Ethan (E), and Delta (D).
((I'm done. I can't do this anymore, I refuse, I quit, I'm done.
98% of you, you have no hand in this. As far as I'm concerned all of you guys are great and I hope we can stay friends! Please keep that in mind: I hold no real ill will and I don't even like having to write this. I don't like being the bad guy. I feel like I've done that enough here, but this has to be said, I cannot, will not just leave this on my chest.
Esp, I'm sorry. I've tried to be civil, but enough is enough. The post I made before about why I'm going on semi-permanent hiatus (Hell, after this I'm probably gone for good) wasn't lying, but I left out how you're a big part of why I'm going.
If you ever read anything I post, let it be this.
I don't hate you or anything, but jeez, when we're trying to do something you asked us to get done within a week, and half of your posts made - and I know, IC and all, but you're still the one that's writing them - are either "Take this to PM." or "Let's throw a party. Who wants to have a party?", or when you throw down an ask meme posted OOC whenever we try to start posting during that week, and then you say "Nobody's talking or commenting because everyone's waiting for something to happen" and we've been doing things all week? When you told us to be done with this in a week or less?
This is why we've lost interest. This is why SH has become a taxing endeavor. We are shunted off and left to the breeze, and as a mod you shouldn't be such a big part of that happening.
I understand that moderating can be hard, more so when you're playing characters as well, but for god's sake you can't dismiss and rush people to make things more convenient for you! People have tried to help, tried to make things easier, but you do not make this easy. At all. I'm saying this out here because I care about SH and everyone involved: You need to clean up. People are being slighted, ganged up on, and made really freaking uncomfortable, and you are perpetuating this. When people can't look to their mod to be fair and neutral to solve everyone's problems, nothing good can happen.
So. I'm done. Not anymore. Congrats. You've made me lose my temper. I didn't think that could happen. Goodbye.))
>>The End Complete - Saile & Auto Mechania Conclusion [Fic? Wrap-up? Who knows.]
So here's how this concludes:
Finn and Halloway have their little war for a while longer, and Finn sends some of his best to the Genocider to take it offline. Delta moves herself out of the Control Complex and down to Lab 00 to deploy the extra SOLDIER units as Halloway heads home. She notices that one of the pods is missing: The one containing San, the experimental and inactive unit. She sends the units to the Genocider, which keeps firing until Saile is a wreck at /best/. Luckily for the Butcher, his allies are able to take out the Extra SOLDIERs and blow the Genocider, which takes a chunk out of Auto Mechania's center. There's little time to celebrate or rest, but some news brightens Finn's day, though perhaps not Exodus':
Ethan, with San in tow, flees the city upon The Vulture, refusing to up and die before he's had his chance to run things his way.
Enraged by the loss of her cannon, Delta sends out some of her pet projects in Lab 00. Finn's men fight their way to her, and though many of them die, they manage to corner and ultimately kill her. Finding a cache of bombs and what appear to be canisters of a manufactured, improved Plague, they rig the place to blow and bury it all deep underground.
Meanwhile, Finn has made his way to the Control Complex, while his men and Halloway's troops clash throughout AM and the ruins of Saile, evenly matched. When he finally makes it to Halloway, who called him to the roof, he finds that the AI has opted to match his equipment: Using Tele-V's old schematics, he built his own Revolving Special, an arm to match Finn's. Halloway hijacks Exodus' television signals to broadcast it for all to see.
The two duel. So begins a long and bloody battle.
Elsewhere, Finn's men begin to turn the tide, albeit with heavy casualties. The bombs in Lab 00 blow, and though the threat of Delta's Plague Bombs are eliminated, the bombs force the Lab's reactor into a meltdown. Though most of both fighting forces are shattered, portions of Finn's men retreat elsewhere in the city as the Control Complex broadcasts the last moments of the District Leaders' fateful combat.
Ultimately, the two men run each other through, with weapons built by the same girl that started their bloody feud. They fire into one another as they collapse, cursing and congratulating one another on a fight well fought. As they fall to the ground in a heap, Lab 00's reactor goes off, blowing out a massive chunk of Auto Mechania and setting off a chain reaction: Over the course of half an hour, Auto Mechania is reduced to the same ravaged, ruinous state as Saile. Their leaders gone or dead, the remaining units of the Robot Army power down, as a quiet falls. It took out two Districts in the process, but the SOLDIERs and The Butcher are finally dead, their weapons gone, their hold shattered, Exodus is a little safer for the time being.
There are questions still unanswered, but hey. One step at a time, right?
panzergrenadiertruppe replied to your post: You all have been surprisingly complacent. Neither...
i think probably people get mad in different ways. i don’t really think of anyone as monsters (ever) so i wouldn’t say that really more just… i do’n’t know i’ve seen people putting a lot more energy into helping people than fighting. but i just
Understandable.
It's still eerily quiet, though. I know neither of us have killed that many people. Yet. [H]
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Oh, don’t worry, they’ve been a pleasure to deal with.
Lovely, lovely. I'll have Ethan direct some more to the factories.
I have to say, we should've done this sooner. Break everything else you care about, I mean. After Nikpow. All the cat and mouse and taunting leading up to this was nice enough, but war.. Ah, I finally understand why you humans do this all the time! [H]
You know Finn, I've been travelling with part of the Saile invasion forces, and I have to say, there's only two problems we're encountering.
We keep firing the Genocider and, it's great and destructive and all, but it's so dusty. And it's bothersome to climb up and slide down the scar-tracks. [H]
Honestly, Halloway still kind of wishes he had managed to convinced people that he was more than just some murderous glitch of an AI, but at this point he just doesn't give a damn. When he dies, he's just going to regret not taking a fight to the whole city.
Delta wishes she'd saved Carroll. Past that, she's in it to kill a ton of people and it's fantastic.
Ethan is.. surprisingly chipper. It's almost like he has something up his sleeves...))
((Well, since the topic has come up already... Yeeeaaah, like Marn said, after this bit with Finn and Halloway is done, I'm out too.
My reasons are pretty much the same as Marn's? SH has been eating up a lot of time and it's become... stressful. Very stressful. Stressful to the point that I started to consider some people enemies, which is decidedly not the kind of person I am or want to be. So I've just gotta remove myself from the volatile environment.
And since I've got a lot of school stuff coming, and I can't let a repeat of last year happen, it's really just for the best that I get out of SH. Now don't get me wrong, it's nobody's fault in particular, and I really hope I can keep in touch with most of you guys, but I just can't keep going with this when its become an "Oh gods, not this. What can I do that isn't this" situation.
So for the time being... Yeah, I pretty much quit after this is done. I've got a couple of characters set up to be put on a bus in case I decide to get back in, or pop in for a little bit, but past that... I'm done, I guess?))
 The Metal Genocider, repaired after its minor brush with explosives the night before, stood tall and proud as it charged up. It was an energy weapon, the massive tower-cannon: Hot plasma coursed through its chamber, fired not with the intent to demolish, but with the intent to vaporize. The beam would not stop until the burst was ceased, tearing through whatever stood in its path, like a hot knife through butter.
 As the sun began to set, the Genocider lit up the sky once more as it hissed and spewed more green gas into the air around it, a glowing white sphere forming at the tip of its barrel. Its surface undulated, rippling with energy as it grew, and grew, until it resembled the image of the moon in the sky; one white-hot beacon above the city lights.
With a roar, the Genocider made its final adjustments.
 The streets of Auto Mechania were virtually empty then. Citizens had been urged to stay indoors, though many stood upon their balconies in fearful awe. There was silence for what felt like hours, as the cannon sounded one final time. One last howl to the city...
And then it fired, lighting up the dusk. Bright as day.
...
 Like a bright and terrible tidal wave, the beam crashed into Saile. From that dreadful cannon, from those thirteen stories of titanium alloy and reinforced concrete, rising above the skyline of Auto Mechania, came a stream of light that enveloped all in its path. To those unfortunate enough to view the sight firsthand, it looked as though a funnel of light was racing towards them.
 Whole blocks of the District were torn asunder by the shot as the stream burned, like a horrific star. It fractured concrete, tore asphalt asunder, bent and mangled steel, in the seconds before it atomized the matter, racing on, leaving little more than dust. It tore through churches, clinics, office buildings, homes, carving a path miles long and blocks wide, through a portion of Saile.
And then, just as quickly as it had come, it was gone.Â
 It left a scar on the earth. A barren, crushed wasteland, terminating in a crater ten meters deep. A grim reminder of how quickly life and its creations could be swept away, into little more than specks of dust.
