The Perfect Run

Livia had foreseen this moment, but never thought she would live to see it.
The Augusti villa's marble terrace was almost entirely silent, as Enrique Manada
signed the fifty-page long treaty. Wyvern and Leo Hargaves sat on his side of the
table, while Vulcan and Uncle Neptune assisted Livia. Len Sabino completed the
council, looking quite graceful in a summer dress, while Luigi kindly served
cocktails and coffee. Eugéne-Henry, that spoiled cat, napped near the pool with
his belly exposed.
To Livia's eyes, the new chairman of Dynamis seemed to blur, as multiple
possibilities aligned with his real self. Six phantom hands followed his motions.
All of them used different signatures, but they signed anyway.
"It is done," Enrique said before closing the document, some other possibilities
opening their mouths after the deed was done. "I thus officially announce the
creation of the New European Republic.”
Dynamis had officially ceased to exist, as did the Augusti's empire. A new
structure would rise from their ashes, greater and better than the sum of its parts.
"The United States of Europe would have sounded better though," Leo
Hargraves said. His presence still made Livia and her uncle uneasy, but he would
soon serve as their go-between with the newborn Republics of Bavaria and
Denmark in the north. Though the seer would never quite get along with her
mother's murderer, reconciliation was the order of the day.
Gentle Len smiled sheepishly. "No, it wouldn't have. Sounded good, I mean."
Livia hadn't seen a single possibility where she supported that alternate name.
"I already contacted the French, and they have shown interest in joining us," the
seer explained. By which she meant that they would inevitably join the new
union, though they would grumble about it first. The French always complained,
no matter the timeline. "I believe we could unify all of Western Europe within the
next two years."
"I never thought I would see that day," Uncle Neptune said, eyeing Hargraves
and Manada warily. "Nor that we would end up sitting around the same table
without a fight.”
"Things change," Enrique replied, before joining his hands. "Though I do wonder
why the architect behind this conference didn't show up."
Livia straightened up on her chair. "He left this morning, and he didn't tell me
where."
"I... I couldn't find him either," Len admitted. "I thought he was with Fortuna and
the others, but... no."
Livia didn't need a reminder. Fortuna and her boyfriend intended to escort
Alchemo to Denmark, so he might cure Mathias’ mother of her neural illness. She
knew he would succeed, but her best friend would remain abroad for months.
Livia missed Fortuna's presence already. Felix and Narcinia intended to follow
her too; the former as a prelude to joining the Carnival full-time, the latter as part
of her quest to find out more about her birth parents.
"I still can't believe she chose to call herself Lucky Girl," Vulcan snickered. "That's
the laziest superhero name I've heard yet, and that includes yours, Laura.”
"You have a point," her former partner took the remark in stride. "Wyvern was a
Dynamis brand. We should think of something else."
Vulcan squinted, as she grabbed a drink. "We?"
"I hoped we could form a duo again.” Wyvern cleared her throat at Vulcan's hard
gaze. "Or at least, give it a try."
Vulcan wordlessly sipped her drink with a sour face.
Wyvern awkwardly shifted on her seat, and Enrique spared her further
discomfort. "I've agreed to your proposal about Rust Town's renovation, and to
give Miss Sabino complete autonomy on that front,” he informed Livia. "The
Meta-Gang members who submitted to treatment will join the program, and your
donation will cover seventy percent of the budget.”
"It might have come from drug money, but these funds will serve a higher cause
now," Livia replied with a nod. Finally, she could use her father's ill-gotten
resources to do good.
Rust Town's denizens would only be the first to benefit from them. Livia intended
to fully fund a Think Tank of Geniuses to help rejuvenate the Earth. The Architect
would get to build her self-sustaining cities, Dr. Tyrano's knowledge would be
directed towards developing better healthcare, and Vulcan would equip a
peacekeeping force to neutralize the Genome warlords ravaging the countryside.
Maybe in time they would introduce Mechron's safe Elixir knockoffs and give
everyone the chance to gain superpowers. But that would wait until after Europe
had stabilized.
"Why me?" Len asked with a frown, her fingers fidgeting. "Why put me in
charge?"
"Because you have lived among the locals and seen their struggles," Enrique
replied. "You understand their needs better than I do from my ivory tower. We
bear the responsibility for Rust Town's current state, so I don't expect that we will
prove adequate at resolving its issues.”
"And you have more than earned our trust, Len," Livia added with a bright smile,
knowing it would reassure the Genius. After facing so many trials together, the
seer almost considered the underwater Genius as a sister-in-law. "You have
done more for this place and its orphans than anyone else. You should get
recognition for your efforts.”
"I..." Len cleared her throat, before offering a thankful nod. "I shall prove worthy
of that trust. I swear. For the people of Rust Town."
The rest of the meeting was spent ironing out details about the new order of
things, though Livia more or less zoned out. She had already predicted how
things would unfold, and so spoke on autopilot. Still, she would rather take that
boring, but constructive monotony over a bad surprise.
"Miss Augusti, a question before I leave," Leo Hargraves said, and Livia already
predicted what he would say before he even opened his fiery mouth. "How is he
doing?"
Livia didn't need to see the future to understand who he was referencing. "My
father is..." She cleared her throat. "Alive."
"That's better than he deserves," Wyvern said harshly. "He should be imprisoned
in a cell at the bottom of the sea, like his lieutenants."
"My brother is already in a cell," Uncle Neptune replied with a scowl. "One he will
never escape.”
Livia glanced at a window on the villa's second floor.
Her father was watching the scene through the glass, sitting in a wheelchair. Or
at least his eyes gazed at the garden, while his mind wandered elsewhere.
Sometimes, he apologized to Livia, to her mother, to the world. Mostly, he
remained silent, or sobbed. Though the body endured, the proud, powerful
warlord whom Livia had known all her life had perished in France. Only his ghost
remained, trapped in a broken, indestructible body.
Her father would rather have died than live like this, weak and catatonic. And...
she knew he would get his wish in less than two years. His daughter had seen it
across multiple possibilities. Janus Augusti had triumphed over many powerful
foes, but in the end, he couldn't outrun cancer.
In her sleep, Livia had dreamed that her father would set aside his criminal ways,
seek repentance, and live the rest of his days in peace. It had been a sweet
dream, and she had felt great sorrow upon waking up.
Reality wasn't the ideal ending she had dreamed of, but it was an outcome that
she was happy with nonetheless. Ryan had kept his promise and spared her
father. She couldn't blame her boyfriend for fulfilling her wish in an unexpected
way.
Livia would care for her father for the little time he had left, and mourn for him
afterward.
But she wouldn't pity him.
"I see," Hargraves replied. He understood that Livia's father had paid for his
crimes. "In that case, I will take my leave too."
"I believe it is the first time that your Carnival leaves a city with more members
than it arrived with," Enrique noted.
The Living Sun nodded. "I will take that as a good sign, and I know our new
recruits will prove themselves. Atom Cat will do very well, and the Panda has his
heart in the right place."
"I'm still sad to see Felix go," Wyvern said. "He was a good element.”
"He was," Livia agreed, though not without some regrets of her own. Though she
had moved on from their relationship, she still considered Felix a close friend.
Someone with his resolve would have helped make New Rome a better place,
but Livia understood that her ex-boyfriend would only truly feel happy on the
road, fighting the evils of the world. Felix was born to become a wandering
knight, not a nation-builder.
Enrique’s group soon left after a few handshakes, leaving Livia alone with Len
and her bodyguards. "Fuck her," Vulcan said, once Wyvern was out of earshot.
"Fuck her better-than-you attitude."
"You will get to pick the name," Livia pointed out.
"Fuck you too, Nostradamus," the weapon-builder replied. "It's only because you
warned me of Daddy Dearest's intentions that I haven't shot you yet."
"And because I'm a good boss too?" Livia asked mirthfully, having given Vulcan
complete autonomy and a large budget to pursue her intellectual interests.
"Don't push it." Vulcan put her drink aside. "Would you even be okay with this?"
“We have become a single government,” Uncle Neptune said, while examining
his copy of the European accords. “It doesn’t matter which ministry you choose.”
"We are all friends now," Livia pointed out with a smile.
"You disgust me," Vulcan replied before turning at Len. "Hey, Underdiver."
"Uh, yes?" Len asked with a frown.
"Let's go to my workshop afterward. I've got a great idea, but I'll need a smart
assistant to improve it."
Livia gave it a fifty percent chance that Vulcan and Wyvern would end up forming
another duo, and forty that they would create a new superhero organization.
Beneath all the rage, bitterness, and her inferiority complex, a part of Vulcan had
never truly given up on making the world a better place. Her pride would always
come first, but now that Wyvern gave her the respect she felt that she deserved,
the short-tempered Genius would mellow out in time.
Len's newfound idealism would have a good influence on her too, making Vulcan
realize that even her weapon-making power could be used for constructive
purposes.
Humans needed to be at least two others to lift each other up.
“It's really happening,” Uncle Neptune said, as he slouched on his chair. Though
he looked very much like Livia's father, the expression couldn't be more different.
Uncle Neptune was amiable and cautious, with the look of a loving grandfather;
while Dad had been a grim and implacable patriarch. “I've prayed for this deal for
years, and I still half expect it to blow up in our face.”
“It won't,” Livia reassured him.
“I always told your father that we should go legit, even when we were a normal
mob,” her uncle said. “That way of life, it only ever ends up with a coffin or a cell;
no matter how powerful you are. Now my brother is dead inside, and my sister
imprisoned. I feel like my dreams and nightmares came true all at once.”
Livia knew her uncle was sorely tempted to raise Len’s underwater prison from
the depths and free her aunt. In a few possibilities, he almost did.
But he never went through with these plans.
“Auntie doesn't want to talk to us,” Livia said with regrets. “Not since we refused
to break her out.”
“Can't blame her,” her uncle replied with a sigh. “But better jailed than dead. Do
you think she will come around one day?”
“Maybe,” Livia admitted, though the possibilities she had seen were remote.
Deep down, her aunt loved to kill. It would take her years of introspection before
she could even begin to improve as a person. “But not before many, many
years.”
Neptune sighed. “It all feels so bittersweet.”
“Why did you go along with these reforms?” Livia asked her uncle. She predicted
a few answers, but she wanted to hear his thoughts from his own mouth. “You
never agreed with Father, but you always went along with his wishes.”
“Because I loved him, and I thought I could curb his worst ideas,” Uncle Neptune
replied with a shrug. “The family that puts the family first will always prevail over
the family that puts the whims of its members first. I love Janus, and my sister
too... but you're our family’s future, Livia. I think the path you chose is the only
one where you'll live a long and happy life. Janus wouldn't, couldn't see it, but I
do. We old people should make sure younger generations live a better life than
our own, not repeat the same mistakes.”
Livia smiled, and bowed. “Thank you, Uncle. For supporting me in these difficult
times.”
“It's only been two weeks and a half since Janus fell, and it feels like years
already,” her uncle said with a shrug. “There's still a lot of things to do ahead of
us. Enemies to fight, roads to build. But you can count on me.”
Livia kissed him on the cheek, her uncle smiling in response.
Before she left with Vulcan, Len wanted to ask the seer a question. "Livia..."
"You worry about Ryan," Livia guessed.
"I can't find him, and he doesn't answer on his phone. I'm... I'm worried."
"It's alright," Livia reassured her. Though her knight spent his nights with her, he
usually wandered off in the morning to run errands. Or side-quests as he called
them.
This time though, she had a pretty good intuition of where he had gone. "I think I
know where he is."
It was May 31st, and the sun set on New Rome.
Sitting at the edge of the promontory, Ryan thoughtfully gazed at the horizon. His
legs dangled in the void, while his loyal Plymouth Fury waited behind him with his
mask and hat on the hood. The wind brushed against his cashmere suit and his
naked face, and his eyes wandered from one district to the next.
Though it had changed, the city looked the same at first glance. All dazzling neon
lights and towering skyscrapers, the glorious promise of a new future for
mankind. He had spent the whole day marveling at its beauty, watching people
living out their lives to the tune of his Chronoradio.
For a full day in a long, long time, Ryan had stopped to enjoy the moment and
think. To ponder what he should do next.
He heard a car stop behind him, and peeked over his shoulder. Livia stepped out
of a Mercedes, wearing the same red dress as on their first date. The sunlight
reflected on her platinum silver hair, and illuminated the smile on her face.
"How did you know I would be here?" Ryan asked his girlfriend with a knowing
grin. "I thought you couldn't see me, Miss Augusti?"
"I can't see you, Mr. Romano," she replied with a playful tone, "but I still know
how you think."
"I stopped at this promontory when I first came to New Rome, many loops ago,"
Ryan explained, as she walked to his side. "I heard it was the best view of the
city."
"You were lied to," she replied. "Our house has the best sight."
Our house, Ryan thought. Two simple words, and yet they meant so much.
"I thought I would come back to this place after I completed my Perfect Run,”
Ryan admitted. “I imagined that I would take one good look at the city, go back to
my car, and then drive into the sunset towards new adventures. Maybe with Len
in the backseat."
She joined her hands together with a hint of anxiety. "Will you leave?"
"No," Ryan replied, to her relief. "I was only ever comfortable on the road, mostly
because that's all I ever knew... but that wasn’t what I wanted.”
“You came for Len. For a friend.”
“I would have been happy if I could at least have one friend who could remember
me. I spent centuries on a comedy roadshow, trying to fill the void with
entertainment. Trying to stave off the loneliness. And now..."
“Now you're no longer alone,” Livia said, as she knelt at his side. “And you shall
never be again.”
“No. And though the universe is vast and full of wonders... What I want above
everything is to spend time with those I love. I see that now.” He chuckled. “I
guess I'm old enough to settle down.”
She giggled like a young maid. "You sound like my uncle, Ryan."
"I'm eight hundred and sixty years older than you, young woman. I'm a cradle
robber."
"Will Grandpa Romano let me climb on his lap then?" She asked him with a coy
look.
"Sure, Papa Beaver will tell you a tale." Livia climbed on Ryan's lap, and he put
his arms around her. "You've gotten a little heavier."
Livia looked cute when offended. "Are you calling me fat?"
"It's fine, you started a little too skinny,” Ryan replied before kissing her on the
neck. "But you should stop overeating."
"I will," she said while resting her head against his shoulder. "The stressful days
are over now that we've hammered out a constitution. Things will slowly settle
into a new, peaceful status quo."
"How peaceful?" Though Ryan enjoyed the current peace, he wouldn't mind a
little action in the future.
"As quiet as a republic of Genomes can be... at least for the next few years." She
rolled her shoulders. "Afterward, who knows? I foresee dangerous threats, but
whether or not these distant possibilities will materialize or not, we won't face
them alone."
"About that, I want to talk about the “we’ part.” Ryan looked into his girlfriend's
eyes. He had thoughtfully considered something, and he wanted to broach the
subject with her. "Livia?"
"Yes, Ryan?" she asked, a little anxious.
"Will you marry me?"
She responded with a giggle, her face turning as red as a Communist flag.
"Ryan, you already proposed to me."
"Yes, but I'm serious this time." She was the one Ryan wanted to share the rest
of his life with. He could feel it, deep within his bones.
"I... let's settle on a two year betrothal, alright?" she said with a sheepish smile,
as her face regained its original pale complexion. "I love you, Ryan, but I think
we're skipping a few intermediary steps. We just moved in together, for God's
sake."
Well, Ryan guessed it meant he had the time to prepare for the perfect
honeymoon. "And if we stay together for over two years? Because we will, and
you know it."
Her face beamed like the sun. "Then I will gladly become Mrs. Romano.”
That was what Ryan had hoped to hear. He kissed his girlfriend on the cheek,
making her blush. "Hypothetically, how do you feel about having kids?” he asked
her. “After we marry, of course.”
"I thought you were afraid a child would inherit your powers?"
"I was. But I talked to my Elixir, and it will make sure it won't happen. Though our
offspring will probably be even more overpowered than your dad."
"Mmm..." Livia thought about the proposal. "I would love to have children one
day, yes."
"And if they're half of me, you won't see them. Or maybe they'll blur your sight?"
"Whether I can predict their actions or not, I would love them all the same." Livia
looked at the twilight sun. "Though I draw a blank about what we should call
them. Maybe Iris, if we have a girl?"
Ryan suddenly felt a surge of divine inspiration course through his mind. "If it's a
boy, how about we call him Eugén—"
"We are not calling our hypothetical future son after your spoiled cat, Ryan
Romano!" Livia exploded in laughter. "You're such a gallant fool."
"And you love me for it."
"I do," she replied softly, before closing her eyes and moving her face closer to
his. "I love you, Ryan."
As their lips met in a tender, gentle kiss, Ryan froze time and counted to ten. He
wanted to immortalize this moment in his own way.
The world turned violet, the shadow of an eldritch pyramid manifesting over New
Rome. The purple reflection of a man running towards the future flickered into
sight, joining with Ryan to fuse past and present into a new history.
The last remnants of the Black Particles inside the Violet Genome to make the
save possible without destroying the space-time continuum. They escaped his
body to ascend towards the heavens above... and as they did, visions filled the
courier's mind. Wordless pictures as vivid as a lucid dream, fragments of time
itself. They flashed one after another in quick succession, all of them showing
people the courier had crossed paths with.
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He felt satisfaction, as the Olympians and their kind wasted away in an
underwater prison far away from civilization. Venus raged in the cell she shared
with her husband, while Mars looked through his oceanic window with remorseful
acceptance. Pluto read a book with a scowl on her face, while Mortimer, Night
Terror, Sparrow and Cancel played a board game in their shared prison. In his
own cell, Hector Manada wrote letters asking his son to appeal the courts’
decisions. None would be opened.
He watched Enrique Manada oversee a new team of superheroes, one dedicated
to the public good. Wyvern smiled at him while offering a military salute, while
Wardrobe gave Jamie, Lanka, and Ki-Jung their new dazzling uniforms. Soldiers
stood at their side, making a vow to serve the Republic and its people instead of
the almighty Dollar. Vulcan overshadowed them all, wearing a new red power
armor worthy of a hero of legends.
He gazed at Alphonse Manada floating aimlessly in the void of space, looking at
the Earth with heavy regrets. Maybe one day he would return to it a changed
man. He also caught a brief vision of Ghoul's space cell, and the screaming
immortal prisoner within it.
He cheered as he saw Felix, Fortuna, and Shroud fight a vicious Genome
warlord as a team... no, a family. Sunshine and the Carnival took care of the
mooks, though none kicked more ass than the Panda among them. After they
had won, Mr. Wave patted the manbear in the back before offering him a black
and white cashmere suit.
He observed Alchemo tend to mentally ill patients in a Danish hospital, with the
Doll dressed as a nurse. A blonde woman which Ryan recognized as Mathias’
mother exchanged words with a sentient toaster, while a mad priest received
medical treatment. One day he would find his sanity back... and perhaps the road
to redemption too.
He cheered as Simon, Martine, and Monaco's survivors planted the French flag
over the rusted ruins of the Eiffel Tower. Far away, a sphere of reinforced glass
isolated a cursed city like a giant snow globe, preventing it from ensnaring
anyone ever again.
He watched Narcinia plant a garden in a greenhouse, one that would one day
feed millions of people across Europe. His vision expanded to reveal a new
shining city over the ruins of Sarajevo, its construction overseen by the Architect
herself. Mighty humanoid dinosaur workers carried the building material.
He glanced at a strange rabbit running in a purple world, and a blob of darkness
floating amidst the void. Both waiting for him beyond the veil of time, until the end
of all things.
“THIS IS THE FUTURE YOU FOUGHT FOR.” The Ultimate One's voice echoed
across time and space, as it vanished from Ryan's sight. “IT MAY COME TO
PASS, OR IT MAY NOT. IT ISALL UP TO YOU."
Maybe the deity meant these visions to serve as a warning not to slack off, or as
an encouragement to carry on. But whatever the case, Ryan loved what he saw.
His save complete, time resumed at once, yet the kiss continued. Livia's lips
tasted of strawberry, of love and passion.
They tasted of home.
And like all good things in this world, the kiss ended way too soon. The couple
exchanged one shy glance, and then watched the sun vanish behind the horizon.
Ryan Romano had completed his Perfect Run.
And he was happy at last.
THE END
THANKS FOR COMPLETING THE PERFECT RUN!
[GAME CREDITS]
Author, Game Designer, and Level Designer - Maxime J. Durand, aka Void
Herald.
Beta Tester and Proofreader - Daniel Zogbi.
Cover Artist - Vitaly S. Alexius.
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AFTERWORDS
And so it ends.
First of all, I would like to offer special thanks to my long-time editor and
proofreader, Daniel Zogbi, whose invaluable feedback greatly helped in making
The Perfect Run the novel it is today.
As far as I remember, I always had a peculiar relationship with time. One of my
first story ideas involved a man with the ability to see the remaining “hours’ of
people before their death. I always wondered what would have happened if I
could relive my life, make different decisions, etc... I believe everyone has
wondered the same at one point or another.
I also pondered how it would feel to relive one’s life again and again. What kind
of person someone trapped in an eternal recurrence would grow into? Would
they go mad, or achieve some kind of enlightenment and state of content
acceptance, as Nietzsche believed? Is there a force greater than us that
predetermines our actions, some cosmic order behind the randomness of
existence?
I ended up writing The Perfect Run partly to examine these questions in an
entertaining way... and because I'm a huge fan of time-loop stories, but couldn't
find one set in a superhero universe. I always found it weird, like, like
superheroes are popular, time-loops too, so why did nobody combine them?
Anyway, so... what was planned, and what wasn't? I always had the ending in
mind. I knew The Perfect Run would always end up with Ryan dueling Augustus
and having a chat with the Ultimate One about the nature of time. The
Bloodstream case, the long-term romance with Livia, the nature of Elixirs and the
Alchemist, Darkling, all of these were planned from the beginning.
Other things came organically, like the original Jasmine/Ryan romance or the
entire Meta-Gang Run (probably the run I had the most fun writing). I had
intended to give Lanka and Jamie a greater role, but in the end the Panda,
Wardrobe and Felix seized more focus because of their chemistry with Ryan. I
feel like the plot should always take a backseat to organic character interactions,
because in the end, it's the people inside a story who make it feel real.
I know many of you wanted Jasmine back, but... well, her disappearance feels all
the strongest because it cannot be undone. I wanted readers to understand how
it felt to be in Ryan's shoes; to have the power to turn back time itself, and yet
lose people you had grown close to due to circumstances outside your control.
To be always one moment away from doing it all over again.
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Some believed that the story would
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end with Ryan's final death, but The
Perfect Run was never about an
immortal man looking to end his
eternal life. It was about a gamer
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happiness. It's no coincidence that
Ryan becomes less maniacal as the
story goes, and his loops last longer.
He starts not caring about anything
but his entertainment, numbing his
emotional pain with adrenaline, and
slowly rediscovers his humanity. By
the end, he has fought something
worth fighting for, and he is no longer
alone. He has found a family in Len, a
new love in Livia, and friends in the
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Ryan has found something to live for.
That was always the point of the ending: that life is beautiful and worth fighting
for. That people can lift each other up to reach a brighter future.
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So is this the end of the Perfect Run
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universe? Well, probably not. I've
actually been in love with the idea of
a Leaf & Seed spinoff for a while
(basically a Metrojd/we3tetn fudioh,
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witha Bad female Genius
wandering the ruins of post-Genome
War America with her plucky
unpowered sidekick), and I will
certainly propose the concept in a
future Patreon story poll. But that will
wait until after either Kairos or my
new story Underland are finished;
and of course, it will only be a story
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choice among others. We'll see. The
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As for Ryan? Well, much like Vainqueur or Walter Tye, his story is done. He has
reached the best ending he could, tied up all loose ends, and defeated his
strongest enemy. If he reappears in a spinoff, it would be as a secondary
character. I have finished the story I wanted to tell, and it's time to let Ryan
Romano enjoy his rest.
Because he WILL marry Livia, they WILL start a family, and they WILL live
happily ever after.
Otherwise, what's next on the story project? My new story Underland will be up
on RR next Tuesday, though it will be very different from my previous works; a
shorter Lovecraftian Horror/Dark Fantasy tale with little to no comedy element. I'll
be sure to post a link here once it's out, for those who are interested. I hope you'll
enjoy this new tale.
So... thanks everyone. Thanks for following The Perfect Run all the way to its
conclusion. I hope it gave you great joy, many laughs, and helped open your
mind. I wish you a great day, and I will see you again for Underland.
Best regards,
Your friend Voidy.