Here the dream ends, this is real.
Mort, The Soul Healer, struts off the rooftop he started on, and begins to form a bridge of golden light, allowing him to strut happily towards the Shadow's platform, armed with the power of the Witch, and the knowledge of The Traveler.
“STOP HIM!! KILL HIM NOW!” Liquid demands.
Ellipsis, Rag, and Draco all fly toward Mort, strutting across his golden bridge.
“DIE SOUL HEALER!!!” They surround him and envelop him in death and darkness.
“NO.” Mort objects, without breaking stride, reaching out and tearing the darkness off like velcro.
He glows, and blasts each of them with the same light, setting them on fire as they fall into the sea of energy below.
Liquid walks onto the bridge, turning his side of it into dark energy, wielding the long dark blade he used to duel Mark.
He begins slashing and stabbing at Mort, who continues glowing and strutting toward Liquid.
“No, what is this?!” Liquid yells.
“Awww fuck yeah bitches! It's over now Shadows!” Venser yells back.
“This doesn't end here!” Liquid says, as he flies into the air away from Mort.
“I'll be back, town, you haven't heard the last of the Shadows! I'll be back!”
“Awwww FUCK that!” Mort says, breaking into a sprint towards the flying Liquid.
He leaps off the edge of the platform, ungodly high into the air, as his hands glow even brighter as all of the rooftops begin to crack.
He grabs Liquid in midair and they both fall toward the maelstrom below.
Mort rips the soul out of Liquid, and throws it into the center of the whirlpool.
“JUMANJI!” he shouts, as the innards of the storm explode in light, obliterating all of the remaining shadows and dark spirits flying around, as time begins to seem to warp and reverse itself.
THE BATTLE HAS BEEN WOOOOOON, AS THE ENTIRE WORLD IS COVERED IN A BRIGHT WHITE LIGHT
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And then suddenly, an abrupt nothingness.
You hear computerized beeping noises and a robot's voice accompanied by a display screen.
“The Mafia 18.3 Beta Test Program aborted. Have a nice day.” You hear it shut off.
You hear another voice.
“Dream Sequencer System offline.” It shuts off.
You listen, and hear the ocean, and a crowd.
You say, “Mafia...................................”
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“I remember.”
THAT'S GAME.
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