Epithemius, your handception avatar is creeping me out.
Mego has been taken by a fey mood!
Journal of Mego, Chaos Crafter
I have seen the end. Hellcannon's last dwarf died, but the fortress did not crumble. Hellcannon itself has gained sentience, making it the only survivor of The Master's rule. The rips in the sky grew wider, as the demons that Queen Led summoned to destroy Failcannon came pouring through. We had no hope of surviving. So, I did the only thing I could do. I focused all of my energy on one rip, and opened it wide enough that all of the souls who died in Hellcannon could escape through it. Using what I learned from the Library, I made the rift lead to the beginning of this last spring, when The Master took control.
I felt incredibly weak as I watched the last few go through, back to a safer time. I knew I could either go through the rift, leaving it open for the demons to follow, or stay here and close it, and make one last stand for this timeline of Hellcannon. There really was no choice.
I focused all my remaining energy to slam the rift shut, after ensuring that all of my comrades made it safely through. Completely drained, I began to fade out of this world. But, then, I felt a hand, a force pulling me back in.
It was Hellcannon, bringing me into itself. I became part of the fortress, renewed with the energy to fight. I echoed my battle cry throughout the lands, as demons continued to pour in by the thousands:
COME AT ME, BROS!