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[Continuation of the previous art]

He thinks he's more decent. That he's more clever. That he has standards.

Tubbo: We are figuring out who the mole is, Technoblade. Techno: I bet it’s JSchlatt.

Tubbo and Quackity: Tubbo: He is not on our side Technoblade. Quackity: What are you talk– WHAT DO YOU MEAN “I bet it’s JSchlatt”!?

Skeppy: Y’know what? I invite you... c’mon!

Bad: Y-You invite- you- oh, sorry

Skeppy: Hurry up, it’s now or never

Bad: You invite- you invite me? Like, what, to just hang out- I’m- Skeppy, I’m near the Egg all the time

Skeppy: Get on the Egg

Bad: Oh my goodness...

Skeppy: Stand right here

Bad: Right here...

Skeppy: Now shift...

(Beat)

Bad: Skeppy~

Skeppy: What.

Bad: I know you’re havin’ fun...

Skeppy: Yeah? I feel good! Do you feel good?

Bad: Yes, I- I feel great, I feel-

Skeppy: Do you mean it? Do you really feel it?

Bad: Yes!

Skeppy: Do you feel it?

Bad: I feel it- of course I feel it, you-!

The Egg: *Unintelligible whispering*

steddie + text posts bonus:

this made me wonder what happens to like

the players who go godtier in a dead session

because, like, they’re immortal, and with everyone else dead there is no way they CAN die, because suicide is neither heroic nor just, so they will simply continue to reincarnate forever

until they start to go insane from lack of human contact and anomie

and although sburb keeps them from dying, i imagine that there’s some sort of degeneration going on, maybe every time they die they come back slightly wrong in some way, their speech becomes garbled and they slowly start to look less and less human or whatever

and eventually

inevitably

the only voices left for them to hear are the whispers from the furthest ring

because with all of the time in the universe, even prospit dreamers visit Derse eventually, and as the incipisphere ages the boundaries between universes start to weaken

and it’s so hard not to just give up and accept the invitation, shuck off one’s mortal bonds and leave the session for good, sliding into the many-tentacled embrace of the horrorterrors as your body fully degenerates into madness and lines of code, no longer yourself anymore

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~ATH (TERMINAL SESSION CODE 23) import DATA, PLAYER RANK, PLAYER MEMORY, PLAYER LIFESPAN; import ULTIMATE REWARD; LOADING

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It has been exactly a year since you started to play the game. It has been exactly ten months, twenty-eight days, 3 hours, twenty-five minutes and 14 seconds since you lost the game. Your hands are covered in black dirt.

still wow this is really beautifully written!! i’m really glad that my dumb pic inspired you to write all that aaahhh <33

IT’S SORT OF HILARIOUS IN A WAY THOUGH BECAUSE THAT’S ACTUALLY ME LMFAO

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GOT SEER OF TIME

DREW THE PIC

A young girl stands in her room.  It just so happens that today, April the 13th, is this girl’s 13th birthday…

When you figured out it was a doomed timeline, it was too late.  You’d dragged them into it.  You hadn’t meant to.  You’d thought that you all had to go this way in order to succeed.  You told them you weren’t entirely sure, but they followed you on this stupid fucking quest anyway. 

You were the Seer of Time, and they trusted you with their lives.

And you thought that maybe, just maybe, you could be trusted.  How wrong you were.

It’s over now.  You’ve realized you were wrong only a few seconds ago.  And they’re dead.  They’re all dead, and it’s your fault.  You were supposed to be their leader, their guide, and you failed.  There’s a faint static filling your ears. 

They were God Tiers too.  They too had seen death and risen again.  But they died the way they were supposed to.  Heroic, protecting you, or just, deserving it, they died.  And you, unable now to achieve either death are left behind.  Stuck here, wondering if you can even hope for an end for yourself.  The static is louder.

A year has passed.  Or is it two?  It’s hard to tell now, everything blurs together.  You know the only reason you haven’t starved to death or died of thirst is because of this cursed God Tier.  The clothes barely fit you anymore, and are so dirty you can’t tell what colour they are - nor can you remember.  Your last clear memory is burying your friends rotting bodies and marking their graves.  You sit there now, staring with dead eyes at the names you scratched into the headstones you managed to fasten.  There are no more tears - you’ve long since cried them all.  No longer are you maturing, growing up.  For you, the Seer of Time, time has stopped.  There is nothing left but eternity, stretching out before you, one which you have no power to end.  You’ve tried everything to undo your mistake, including going back to warn yourself, but no matter what you still find yourself back here as your dead selves build up.  Maybe you’ve saved them in other timelines.  Probably not. You now understand what that static is - whispers.

You found a mirror today.  You stared into it, and whatever was staring back didn’t seem entirely human.  At least, you don’t think it was.  It could have been it’s hard to remember, especially when you barely remember your own name.  What is a name anyway?  It doesn’t matter.  Nothing really does.  Not even you.  The whispers are louder.

You’ve forgotten what it is to be human, or what a human is.  You’ve forgotten everything but language.  You are void, just like this place you’re in.  Finally, the whispers make sense.  You whisper back, and there’s an excited clamor for your attention.  Smiling, you float towards them, leaving behind everything you once knew and cared for, all of it forgotten.  The only time you look back is when you hear a bang.  Behind you is shining, glimmering, spreading specks of matter.  Whatever you were on before has broken.

You watch as the poor child curls up, sobbing, eyes squeezed shut, ears covered.  You pity them, but you need their help.  All of you do.  They’re screaming at themselves to wake up, and when they suddenly fall silent and relax you know that they have.  Sighing, you turn to the next player who you need to address.  They’re wearing red.  Red.  Something in you clicks.  Something big.  All of a sudden you remember.  You remember all the things you forgot.  Horrified, you begin to scream.  All the others turn to you, trying to comfort you, trying to understand what’s wrong, but rather than seeing them as they are, you see them as they were.  All children thrown into something they never should have had to face.  All confused.  All having made a mistake.  All scared, and all having long forgotten their past lives.  As the memories painfully flash across your vision, you deteriorate until finally, centuries after the end of your session, you die.

Also, I think Skaia would only keep them alive to a certain point in scenarios like this. Would the last survivor dying by some natural accident (like getting hit with one of those meteors in the background)to prevent them from living an eternity alone be a ‘just/heroic’ death? The wiki says:

How doomed timeline God Tier players received their permanent deaths is still unknown. However it is possible that the cessation of their timelines was enough to ensure their deaths beyond the two normal criteria for permanent death, or that even remaining in the doomed timeline counts as “heroic” as it allows the alpha timeline to continue.

So, maybe.