All Martyn Inthelittlewood post-Life Game Lore
Storyteller: So I guess sometimes that's just how it goes. You fight, you fall, you get back up again. But there's only so much strength one man can muster until he can't get up no more. But a lot of times it's not even about the fight. It's about the preparation, the journey, the friends, and the TNT. So ya'll just remember when you close your eyes tonight: did you fight today? If you didn't, you sure as hell better tomorrow! Don't got no reason? Then lend that strength to someone else. Be kind to one another. Have fun. And until we next meet, ya'll stay safe.
???: We are not pleased. Change is in order. Our will be done.
Martyn: Oh my god! Oh my god, that was too much. Just-- just give me a second. To get my-- breath. Oh, deep breaths. Oh my god, I feel so lightheaded. Oh my god. It's all-- it's all just dark. That means-- ha, does that mean..? Oh my god! Did we win?
???: Oh, the irony. To be undone by the one you were tasked to destroy. Even given the tools you couldn't do it. Leaving only the Hound standing would have sufficed.
Martyn: I'm sorry, but... who are you, exactly?
???: The nerve. You know not our name, but we have communed.
Martyn: Wait, you're-- you're you. What about all the rhyming?
???: Rhyming? No, not for you. We will speak plainly now so your feeble mind can comprehend us. Plus, there's nobody around to hear now, anyway.
???: Yes. Quite. You must understand why it is you failed us twice. And thus, you're making your way into the light as we speak.
Martyn: Hold on! I don't-- wait a minute, you said you and your allies will see the end! You said I could bring them all! Impulse, Jimmy, Mumbo, me. You said we'd all join you at the end!
Martyn: No, no, no, no, no, you told me if I did everything you said that there would be a place for us. There was no stronghold, there was no portal, so you couldn't have meant that End.
Martyn: Ugh. You just meant the end-of-days, didn't you? The end. Done deal. Ha! Cheers, buddy, thanks for living! One last stand knowing that full well we'd have run out of food or patience eventually, and then what? We just kill one another? Is that it?
???: Amusing. Is it not? We had a taste before, back in the Winter. It wasn't enough! There was something... missing. The adrenaline of war softens the fear of men. Their souls don't ring with the colour of panic and confusion as they try to understand what's happening moments before their demise. It's delicious. Our hunger grew those months. We waited and then all it took was a simple 3, 2, 1. And you all obliged. Bar one...
???: His will to live was too strong. His flame burned too bright. Now look what's happened.
Martyn: I'm starting to feel really sleepy.
???: Its grasp is getting stronger.
Martyn: Oh my god. Just tell me one thing before I go. Why were you so set on Grian?
???: Him. He was never meant to be there. He was only ever meant to watch.
Martyn: I don't understand.
???: You wouldn't. You're more of a... Listener. You don't comprehend.
Martyn: Please, just explain it to me.
???: No, we don't think we will.
???: There are some who watch.
Not yet free, still you flee from a weighted decision.
In each peace lies a piece that makes up the whole
woven the fragments that make up a soul.
Martyn: I mean, what are you still doing here? Ha! You're waiting for lore? You're not gettin' it.
Unknown: Blessed be those who listen.
Echoes ripple, counting more.
Ancients lurking by our door.
Refute their reach, let not in one,
Or feel our wrath, our will be--
Don't underestimate connection.
Fractured parallels, imperfections.
Threads entangled bind you all.
Seek not to see and heed our call.
