"Five Years Later..."

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"Five Years Later..."

A Good/Bad Ending Meme

Happy First Anniversary, Save the Earth.

Let us celebrate by speculating on where our characters might be in another few anniversaries - pick one or both of the below and do a little babble/blurb - and from there, o' course, freely springboard off of others... or play/thread in the hypothetical scenarios, if you'd like.

Good Ending
Congratulations, Numbers Club - you've fended off the supposed invasion, after a global chase and monster attack and pseudo-political fight one after the other! With the last of the Enemy fleeing and your lot as Earth's heroes, you've got no need to hide yourself any longer - and look how much you've grown in all that time! What have you been up to - and now that you've saved the world, what will you do next?

Bad Ending
...Or you've failed to do any such thing. The alien invasion has succeeded and swarmed over the world. They've overtaken humanity, and the Noble Numbered might be desperately putting up a last-stand defense, hiding their heads, giving in, or on the edge after a string of failures - on a case by case basis. Everyone is bound to react to the apocalypse - and failure to Save the Earth - in different ways.

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[waltharius]

[ It buys him a minute or two, at least, and he's able to start writing again. Or he would be, if his fingers wouldn't stop slipping through Octavia/the glass. He tries writing directly into the ground, finger stabbing through the earth several times, but with enough effort, he manages a jittery 'good' next to the 'be'.

His lucidity is rapidly fading, and for one moment before the complete darkness strikes his mind is back before everything went to hell. In a haze, he doodles a sideways smiley face next to the message he's written. He slumps onto Octavia's shoulder, and the wisps surrounding him have dissipated enough to reveal some of his face. If you squint, anyway. He smiles deliriously before the sun's rays burn through the protection she's thrown up.

Walter Price fades away yet again, a puff of black smoke in the wind. ]