â€œSo it comes to this,â€ said Doctor Gibbon, stood atop his colossal death ray. â€œYou and I facing each other. The poster on page one was correct about that at least.â€
â€œYou just got mentioned in the narration,â€ said the Dragon of Awesome â€œThat means you are going down.â€
â€œWrong!â€ cackled Doctor Gibbon â€œYou see only my title was mentioned, not my player name, therefore if my action took place before yours, you are going to die.â€
â€œSo a 50/50 chance?â€ said the Dragon with a nod. â€œMakes sense, a flip of the coin always did appeal to Harkâ€™s sense of the dramatic.â€
The death ray began to glow.
The Dragon raised his guitar pick to his instrument.
â€œLetâ€™s do this!â€ yelled the Dragon as he unleashed an unstoppable wave of Bostonâ€™s more then a feeling from his instrument.
This was countered by the immovable object of the death rays awesome beam of destruction.
The collision of these powers sent out devastating waves of destruction, tearing through imaginary Townston, windows exploded, water boiled, cats and dogs started getting married.
The very fabric of space and time began to twist and tear under the strain of the battle. Great fissures open in the ground, spewing force demonic mutants, spraying acid from their hair and insanity from their thousands of swirling eyes.
Great firey meteorites showered down across the land, erupting into flowers of lightning that blasted back towards heaven, causing the gods themselves to roar in anger and hurl unimaginable fury against the mortal realm.
Millions of souls were torn apart by a tidal wave of insane and uncaringâ€¦.
â€œAnd now vee can safely say you are cured, Mr Hark!â€ said the Therapist.
â€œReally?â€ Hark replied in surprise, â€œI donâ€™t feel any different.â€
â€œWell todayâ€™s session shows zee problem has now been resolved, you are entirely wellâ€
â€œWhatâ€¦this doesnâ€™t seemâ€¦.this doesnâ€™t seem very satisfying.â€
â€œWhat do you mean? Zee problem is fixed, you are well againâ€
â€œYes, but this feels like some sort of dreadful â€˜It was all a dreamâ€™ ending.â€
â€œIt was zee dreamâ€¦â€
â€œStop doing the accent.â€
â€œIt was a dream, that was the point from the out set.â€
â€œBut just to declare it all over? Where is the closure?â€
â€œOkay, here is the game statistic version. Super Ego wins. Inuyasha was doctor gibbon and Gullas, the dragon of awesome killed him, thus dieing himself from a plot that was in place. Oh yeah and Ryuthehedgehog died from a plot too.â€
â€œAnd thatâ€™s it?â€
â€œYes thatâ€™s it. Itâ€™s the end. Everything has to end, and this is the end of the game.â€
â€œNo...no it isnâ€™t.â€
â€œOh what? Are you going to make good on the seven million chapters threat? Pull a couple more secret roles out of your arse?â€
â€œNo, but I think we can do better then that.â€
â€œWell now you are awake, none of the other characters exist, therefore what ever fate you want them to have is immaterial.â€
â€œNo, now Iâ€™m typing things out on my computer, Imaginary Townston is an imaginary world inside an imaginary world and thus is no more real then you. Therefore I can create any ending, any final act I desire, in this world or the world within a world. In fact that entire distinction becomes meaningless as it is all just a product of my imagination. So how I want it to end, whatever I want...that is what happens.â€
â€œIâ€™m...not sure I like where this is heading.â€
â€œThat's probably because you're not in the end bit.â€
Hark look over the rebuilt Townston, full of all the imaginary characters, going about their happy, carefree imaginary lives, all returned to life.
All the struggles and violence were now resolved, and all the representations of Hark's mind were living in peace with each other.
â€œSo what is this?â€ said Rokulily, who had just realised she existed again.
â€œThis is how it all ends.â€ explained Hark. â€œEveryone is alive and lives together in peace and harmony. It all worked out rather nicely, really.â€
â€œThat doesnâ€™t make any sense at all.â€ Rokulily responded.
â€œItâ€™s imaginary, it doesn't have to make sense.â€
â€œHmm, fair point. I still donâ€™t like it.â€
â€œOf course you donâ€™t, you were the main bad guy.â€
â€œSo what now? Is there a moral to all this? Did we learn anything from all that chaos?â€
â€œWell,â€ said Hark, pausing for a moment to think. â€œWe learned that I only like happy endings.â€
(Please send votes for the player you think made the best contribution to the game. Just to make it fair, you can pick anyone, alive or dead, from either team.)