Thedeadlymoose Incursion Tale Scrap

Maybe if you pass out, they won't make you do it.

Another of Command's agents hands you… hands you a metal tool. You stare at it a while. Making sure you keep thinking of it as simply a metal tool.

You've killed a mirror of you so many times you've lost count.

Command sits down.

"Doomsday," he says. "That's the answer. Whatever divine powers underlay the universe… whatever test results … apocalypse will draw them out. The end of the fucking world."

The gods seem to like those. Let's try a few.
We'll have to try a few.