GRADUATION

[descentinto]

[ There’s a spark in the darkness outside the dome, somewhere. The pale rainbow of some kind of bio-luminescent jellyfish. Then another. Then two more. Then ten more.

Within moments, the seafloor around you is illuminated by jellyfish, shining brighter than nature should allow, and you find your surroundings changed. Statues, piles of gold, paintings, all of them lie scattered around for as far as the eye can see in any direction. Just a disgusting amount of wealth.

The frosted glass box in front of all of you just… vanishes. And standing at a podium that doesn’t at all match the previous silhouette, you finally get to see The Professor, in all his slightly ghoulish glory.

Honestly? This might be exactly the kind of man you pictured he would be. ]

Allow me to introduce myself properly, boys and girls. I am Professor Gunnar Maelstrom, one of the five sitting members of the Faculty here at VILE. I suppose, one way or another, this is where it ends.

[ You’re getting close, gumshoes! Don’t give up! ]

Comments

[fivestagegod]

It's your own fault that we're not, you know? You had access to me for weeks and it never occurred to you that I come from the land of "fuck you, got mine" and would've joined up voluntarily if asked. But I guess that's the nature of tragedy as you're defining it, sure.

As it stands, I'm less after you than the others are. I still don't actually hate you, after all of this. I just think this whole thing is sort of a waste as far as potential goes.

[descentinto]

A fair perspective. Perhaps it's time to end this.