The Narrative

Chronicles of the Heir, Finale. "Apotheosis." ..The heir finds himself at his weakest, his body, decaying before his very eyes, undergoing a process of prolonged and immense physical and emotional torment, forcing those close to him and those within the broad eye of the public as his very thoughts, the very parts of his being were being unveiled before the eyes of dozens of people. His moments of weakness, the regrets of his past, the very moments from piece to piece of whom had built him up and broke him down into the very fundamental principles of the person who he had became today. This tale had started long ago, in a session in a different timeline, featuring our oh so beloved heir, the version that mattered, the version whom subsumes all other version of himself into a whole, whom absorbs the hundreds, millions, Innumerable amounts of himself, gaining their knowledge, their experiences, the very things that he had never gotten experience. Lives lived where he were different castes, different genders, different beings entirely, all of this coalescing into a singularity upon the grand battlefield and Skaia, more specifically, his slab to attain the god-tier status. In which, this process, combined with that of.. 'another' process, had been part of a plan this entire time, misled by a 'superior' of sorts, I write this knowing what must come next to perpetuate his existence. Through these actions, through the heir being the final of his session to god tier, not on his own land, for it had long since been in its twilight years, but instead, within the bed on skaia.. were to be that of innumerable consequences that would normally lead to this timeline being doomed, yet due to the tampering of previous players whom had failed. it does /not./ Skaia explodes, reduced to nothing but drifts of planetary crust, the other players? transported to safety whilst the explosion nearly causes the engine to crash, almost melting it, but barely managing to cling onto it due to the endless buffering that results in the players being able to undo a mistake. But a mistake such as the destruction of skaia does not come easily, in which- from the cracks of the planets surface, blooms a massive, cosmic poppy. And through this, my final death rattle is to occur within my abode, unaware of my own demise, I sit within as I hear the door open, as I stare down towards a beast of prospit and derse, black and white mixed together of a pawn whom really, should not have gotten to a state. As I see him wield a mighty scepter in his palms, dressed in the attire of a /lord of breath./ I know my end must come, yet I try and fight still, Only to feel my very being shatter before my eyes. I close them, and I am sundered, 17 pieces, scattered about the lands of each of the players. The narrative, is in-fact, fucking dead, and something far worse has killed me. An /ineffable Insurrectionist./ My corpse is to be gathered, placed within the poppy, with pylons on each of the players land, powered with each aspect. And through them trying to play god, /He/ shall be reborn. The only one whom stands a chance against /him/ was the heir. One whom /was/ restrictions and futility. Against one whom reigned against freedom. Through my splinters, they gain power, control over the flow of the narrative, they are able to imbue onto them not just the properties of myself, the first guardian, but can also use each fragment like a piece of a script they can edit. In the end, I become my own masters undoing, and his creation. I bid you all farewell, my readers.. I will miss you all, perhaps I will return again, in another story. #coth #death #violence #gore #cw-rotting #horror #bodyhorror #psychologicalhorror #finalfarewell. -- [subservientChronciler] is now [sunderedImplement!]

I need to work on writing the final part. I feel.. something drawing soon.

He suffers, he suffers to such a point where I can feel, at least subconciously, im rooting for him.

What about nuking the outglut 20 times?

I think hes- oh, that is.. intriguing. #vagueposting

oo -- ...WHAT?! #vagueposting

Ok.. I believe that issue is resolved.. now we wait. #vagueposting #exceptnotreally #youallsawthatnearcrashreport

:P

I've decided to do a little something, I am certain some of you may have some questions. I've followed the trend of others and opened an askbox. indulge, if you wish, or don't. https://forms.gle/CZRkvMZUnUHJKtyy8

Unreal Heir, play “begin again” from fallout new vegas.

The most apt tarot reading, nevertheless, he shall climb out from his dredge. #vagueposting

@decayedMetamorphosis I know you cannot hear this, or see this, yet. but, I believe it is necessary for you to hear this when you return. I am no friend or enemy of yours, I merely do what is demanded by fate, demanded on what you must become. So, Pupa. I give you this advice, before the final part. The road to healing is going to be a long one. Stay the course, you will make it, someday. Listen, its okay to take a few minutes to yourself, sit down and have a breather. relax, it'll be okay. You must continue to focus on the positives here. Subdue the regret, dust yourself off, proceed. you'll get it in the next moment, where you don't make mistakes. Accept it, the body is an object, and objects break down. do what good you can with yours, before the rest goes too, while your alive. This is all you have, but its still something. you're still alive, think of it as a salvation. deep down you have the mental power to keep listening, not many would. but you do. that's right, steel yourself. push on, just ignore them. if its possible, than by pure willpower alone, you are going to have to become whole. See? there are plenty of ways to find meaning in life, you don't need to go chasing what was to feel alive. you're not a disaster, weave this.. into the story of /you/, walk out of its.. ruins, save those who still can be saved. I know there's not much to say, but if nothing else, just remember, you've made it this far, and its just a bit farther out. Finish what must be done, no matter how long it takes. #coth

oh, it seems we are doing messaging statuses, verily then. Mine are always open, of course. for your fair inquiries.

Intriguing indeed. https://chittr.ing/profile/decayedMetamorphosis/f0280dc0-f22a-41b5-883a-73872dee6a6f

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I believe I will have to work on part 7 soon, considering the time is drawing closer.

And now.. they wait.

:]

Denial.

He's rotting you know.

Tick, tock, tick, tock. The clock draws closer towards midnight.. day by day.