Fifty bodies spill out of the Atrium onto the lawn of the Amberdraught estate and at the feet of the Fountainhead's corpse.
More look out and upon a world gone utterly quiet.
[[Somewhere below you, the sound of a serial nuclear deonation drums a steady beat against the underbelly of the world.]]
The tectonic upheaval of the last several hours goes still, like a body in its death throes finally at peace.
The world is different now, you think. Something has changed while you were away.
[[Are those...trees?]]
Yeah. Thousands of them. Totally out of place in the Lonestar.
Deciduous trees, not local to the area, have spung up in the space of two hours, to the height of houses. Evergreens, pines; have replaced the blasted scrubland of outer Essex.
In the distance the Scrapes don't look like skeletons anymore. They look like vertical forests in the moonlight.
The green of the Amberdraught lawn is so vivid as to be alarming. There is virulent plantlife at every turn and - oh God.
[[The Fountainhead.]] It's beautiful, in the way bones are beautiful. Strong - and signaling an end.
Wrapped in wood and leaves, the white obelisk of the Fountainhead has become the sturdry trunk for the largest tree you have ever seen. It's branches spread outward, resplendent in the evening light, and heavily layden with a fruit you do not recognize.
[[And its leaves. They glow.]] Everything glows. Bioluminescent fungus, in shades you previously could not imagine, grow on every porous surface available.
The town has changed so utterly as to be nearly unrecognizable. Treelife grows out of windows, creeping over the stonework of factories. Even the Ox seems restrained by the vinework that bears down upon it from your vantage at the base of the Fountainhead.
[[It's really over, you think.]] You crane your neck to look up at the Fountainhead, gone inert, and you imagine Pfilomena's steely gaze as she stepped into the ardent crucible of the Atrium. And you recall how she smiled at the end.
[[Maybe she knew. A little.]]You sit down on the grass. You're tired. It's been a long day.
Under the heavy bows of the Fountainhead you lean back on your arms and look up.
And finally, *finally*, you think that maybe this town does the Lonestar Sky its justice.
[[Fin]] Thank you so much, all of you.
We're intensely proud of what we've done here. We hope you enjoyed the project our team has poured its effort, attention and sanity into for the past three months.
Overall we've written:
100k words of text adventure content.
Nearly 150 unique mods.
6 videos with meaningful production value.
8 Audioplays.
And a single, very cool comic.
[[It's been a lot of work.]]So we're taking a break here at DR:TX to rest and recoup our creative juices. Hopefully we'll be back to Live games in September.
If we're not - you'll be the first to know.
We hope the story of the Fountainhead was as compelling for you to live and experience as it was for us to dream and write.
Thank you for playing this game with us. And for buying into the things we create.
You're amazing.
-Shan, Aesa
& And the DR:TX Staff