Roaming Space

(css: "font-size: 150%;") + (align: "==><==") + (text-style: "outline") [**B E Y O N D**] (align: "==><==") + (text-style: "fade-in-out")[[START->Start]] (css: "font-size: 60%;")+(align: "==><==")[**Created by: Sean Tran**]

This is it. After decades of neglect and pollution, the Earth has finally taken all it can. Catastrophes have become common place. Resources are running out. Life on Earth is over, and there's only one option left, to take to the [[stars]].

Luckily, with the right contacts, you were able to become an overseer of your own colony in the nick of time. Now, the selection process has become. You will be expecting different groups of people to be visiting you to join your new colony. The choice is yours. In addition, the new United World government has decided to reward the colony with the most contributions to the new world with a mountain of benefits. [[Start your day of work]].

You walk into your office and start reading your daily brief. The New World Agency has limited the population of colonies to three "cell" groups. Cell groups are ranked by letters starting from S to C, with S being the best objectively. Cell group rank is decided by a variety of factors, including size and efficiency. For example, a small group of specialists would be ranked higher than a large group of unskilled workers. This is the case because a larger group contributes to a higher food cost, leading to a decrease in effiency. The leader of each designated cell group is supposed to meet with you to negotiate terms. Moreover, those not chosen will probably be left behind. [[Start meetings]]. [[Decide not to start meetings]].

You nervously wait in your office for the applicant. You hear a your office phone go off. Your assistant states in her usual monotone voice, "The applicant is ready." "Good, let them in," you reply. This is what you trained for. You take a deep breath. Then, the [[door opens]].

You decide to slack off the entire day. The office sent you a warning to start meeting tomorrow. If you do not, there will be harsh consequences. [[End of transmission]].

It is the second day of meetings. The highly ranked cell groups have probably all been chosen by this point. Is there even a point to start meetings at this point? [[Begin your meetings]]. [[Decide that its useless]].

You decide to go against the agency by not initiating meetings at all. Your post is terminated. You are left behind. How sad. Weirdly, you seem at peace. Well, as much peace you can get as the world is falling apart. The acidic rain starts melting your skin. As the last of the land starts to fissure and be overtaken by the polluted ocean. Finally, you are swept the away by the ocean's poisonous waters, leaving behind a floating clump of bones. Bad End #1 [[Restart]]?

You recieve a message: 3 Applicants Remaining. A raggedly dressed man comes forward and sits on the seat in front of you. He greets you, "Hello! How are you doing today, sir." You reply with the formal, "I'm doing well, Mr..." You take a quick glance at his file. "...Woodenstein." You take a look at the cell group rank, and it is ranked with a B. You start, "Could you start by describing some of your circumstances and strengths?" (text-colour: #19e619) [**"Of course, I know our cell group rank isn't very high. But! We are a group of strong workers that can help with anything you need!"**] "Is there anything else?" (text-colour: #19e619) [**"Please! Our families risk starving to death, and we have been turned down by everyone we've met so far. You can leave me behind! But please, let my family come with you..."**] Mr. Woodenstein seems like he's at the brink of tears. You surmise that the reason his cell is ranked at a C is because of the size of his group and the fact that they have no specialists. You ponder the implications of your decision. It will probably lead to increased food costs, but you might have a good source of manual labor. Is it a good idea, however? [[Choose Mr. Woodenstein]].

A man in a sharp suit walks in. While he starts to sit down, you take a look at his file. It seems his cell is ranked A class, named Havenshield Security. (text-colour: #197fe6) [**He starts, "Hello, my name is Vesemir Naroditsky. As you know, I am department head of Havenshield Security. We offer a variety of services, in addition to security. Our highly trained professional should be able to handle any task you give them, in the realm of reason."**] You assume that the ranking is hindered by their large size, but they could be a capable force for your colony. You might have to consider the food costs as well. [[Accept Havenshield]]. [[Reject him]].

"Unfortunately, I don't believe I can accept you." (text-colour: #197fe6) [**He replies, "You will regret this."**] He heads out the door. [[Next Meeting]].

You alert your assistant that you are ready for your next meeting. She tells you that you have three applicants remaining. Courtesy of Havenshield apparently. Great. You watch as a shabbily dressed woman opens the door and sits down. Her name is Ciri Hoffman, leading a cell ranked in the C tier. You assume this is the case because most of the people in her group are deemed "untouchables". You feel some sympathy towards this group faced with intense discrimination and persecution. "Hello, Ms Hoffman, I hope you can understand my apprehension towards your application. What can you bring to the table for my colony?" (text-colour: #7f19e6) [**"Yes, our people have suffered much, but we will do what we can to help. It's just...years of abuse and neglect has taken its toll on us."**] "What kind of toll?" (text-colour: #7f19e6) [**"You know of the Unclean Tragedy, yes? Most of us are survivors from the massacre. Many of us orphan, widows, and unemployed suffering from the loss of limbs, family, and hope."**] You cringe as you remember the details of the [[tragedy]]. "I may have gone too far. Here is something that might make up for it." Grab [[Cheeseballs]]?

You alert your assistant that you are ready for your next meeting. You watch as a shabbily dressed woman opens the door and sits down. Her name is Ciri Hoffman, leading a cell ranked in the C tier. You assume this is the case because most of the people in her group are deemed "untouchables". You feel some sympathy towards this group faced with intense discrimination and persecution. "Hello, Ms Hoffman, I hope you can understand my apprehension towards your application. What can you bring to the table for my colony?" (text-colour: #7f19e6) [**"Yes, our people have suffered much, but we will do what we can to help. It's just...years of abuse and neglect has taken its toll on us."**] "What kind of toll?" (text-colour: #7f19e6) [**"You know of the Unclean Tragedy, yes? Most of us are survivors from the massacre. Many of us orphan, widows, and unemployed suffering from the loss of limbs, family, and hope."**] You cringe as you remember the details of [[the tragedy]].

When the world was confirmed for destruction, it was clear that the world would soon fall into anarchy. To combat this, the world government devised a cunning plan. They would use a scapegoats. There weren't enough resources to build an ark for all humanity, so they convinced (perhaps forced) the media to start blaming the dregs of society. The unemployed, the sick, those who were a "danger" to society. And the people, filled with rage and fear of a collapsing planet, found their outlet. Many efforts were made to continue dividing the world into "upright citizens" and "untouchables". These "untouchables" suffered from much malice, including being intentionally barred from jobs and homes, police brutality, and denial of basic human rights. However, after a while, they had hope in the form of a civil rights leader named Devron Exeter. Devron led many successful peaceful protests against the government raising awareness of the unjust persecution of untouchables. Unfortunately, because tensions were already high from fear and hate, one spark was just enough, just enough to kill hundreds of thousands. One rock thrown was enough. It didn't matter the fact that soldiers were using brute force on protesters on the front line. Just one spark alone was enough to cause a masaccre. Thus, the culling began. Corpses piled the streets that day. Public view of untouchables began to dip even lower as the government continued to pump out propaganda and lies. Now, a mere remnant of that group stands before you. You know that accepting will probably not bring you any benefit. (text-colour: #7f19e6) [**Ms. Hoffman continues, "Please, this could be the chance for us to start again! Not as untouchables or citizens, but just people of the same colony. Humans."**] [[Decide to Help Them]].

"Okay, you've convinced me." (text-colour: #7f19e6) [**She shouts in disbelief, "Really!?"**] "Yes, really." (text-colour: #7f19e6) [**"Oh god bless your soul! Words cannot express how thankful I am to your decision."**] She deeply bows to you and slowly walks out. Muttering something about finally being able to live without fear with a certain person named Lea. You feel as if this is the first step to repairing the rift between the "untouchables" and "citizens". Wait for [[the next applicant]].

"I'm sorry. I can't accept this." (text-colour: #7f19e6) [**"I see. I had hope that you weren't like the rest of them, but I guess it was wishful thinking," she replies solemnly. **] You watch her hunched back walk out the door. A sad sight. [[Continue to Next Meeting]].

You take a look at the next client's file. His name is Joseph Giorno, leader of the Care Foundation. By the rankings, this is a A tier cell. Joseph says as he walks in, "I hope you're day has gone by well, overseer. I am the CEO of the Care Foundation." [["I can't complain. CARE to explain how you can help me?]] [["I'm doing well, how are you?"]]

As you wait for the client to arrive, you take a look at their file. You take a glance at the cell group rank, and just as you feared, it is ranked with a C. You watch as a shabbily dressed woman opens the door and sits down. Her name is Ciri Hoffman, leading a cell ranked in the C tier. You assume this is the case because most of the people in her group are deemed "untouchables". You feel some sympathy towards this group faced with intense discrimination and persecution. "Hello, Ms Hoffman, I hope you can understand my apprehension towards your application. What can you bring to the table for my colony?" (text-colour: #7f19e6) [**"Yes, our people have suffered much, but we will do what we can to help. It's just...years of abuse and neglect has taken its toll on us."**] "What kind of toll?" (text-colour: #7f19e6) [**"You know of the Unclean Tragedy, yes? Most of us are survivors from the massacre. Many of us orphan, widows, and unemployed suffering from the loss of limbs, family, and hope."**] You cringe as you remember the [[details of the tragedy]].

He immediately walks out. Guess he didn't like puns. Try again? [["I'm doing well, how are you?"]] Forget about it: [[Don't pick]] him.

(text-colour: #e5e619) [**He responds, "I'm quite well, thank you."**] "Well, let's get straight to the point, can you tell me more details about your organization?" (text-colour: #e5e619) [**"Gladly, we are a cell that specializes in caregiving services, including housekeeping, medical, and a variety of other fields."**] It's unbelievably hard to find any precise fault in his offer. His cell is S class after all. [[Pick]] the Care Foundation. [[Don't pick]] the Care Foundation.

He immediately walks out. Guess he didn't like puns. Try again? "I'm doing well, [[how are you?"]] Forget about it: [[Don't pick the Care Foundation]].

(text-colour: #e5e619) [**He responds, "I'm quite well, thank you."**] "Well, let's get straight to the point, can you tell me more details about your organization?" (text-colour: #e5e619) [**"Gladly, we are a cell that specializes in caregiving services, including housekeeping, medical, and a variety of other fields."**] It's unbelievably hard to find any precise fault in his offer. His cell is S class after all. [[Choose the Care Foundation]]. [[Don't pick the Care Foundation]].

"Very well, I accept the care foundation." (text-colour: #e5e619) [**He replies, "Perfect. We will begin preparations immediately. See you soon, overseer."**] You have one spot left in your group. You tell your secretary that you're ready for the next applicant. A raggedly dressed man comes forward and sits on the seat in front of you. He greets you, "Hello! How are you doing today, sir." You reply with the formal, "I'm doing well, Mr..." You take a quick glance at his file. "...Woodenstein." You take a look at the cell group rank, and it is ranked with a B. You start, "Could you start by describing some of your circumstances and strengths?" "Of course, I know our cell group rank isn't very high. But! We are a group of strong workers that can help with anything you need!" "Is there anything else?" "Please! Our families risk starving to death, and we have been turned down by everyone we've met so far. You can leave me behind! But please, let my family come with you..." Mr. Woodenstein seems like he's at the brink of tears. You surmise that the reason his cell is ranked at a B is because of the size of his group and the fact that they have no specialists. You ponder the implications of your decision. It will probably lead to increased food costs, but you might have a good source of manual labor. Is it a good idea, however? Choose Mr. [[Woodenstein]]. Turn him [[down]].

"Very well, I accept the care foundation." (text-colour: #e5e619) [**He replies, "Perfect. We will begin preparations immediately. See you soon, overseer."**] Now that you have chosen all your members, you begin preparations to head into space. After successfully establishing your colony on the new planet, you are able to set up farms and defenses with the help of the Ciri's cell and the Care Foundation. With Havenshield's help, you repelled many attacks on your colony. Overall, your colony is very self-sufficient. However, your colony did not contribute any noteworthy achievements to humanity's new world, later being outclassed by other colonies. You lost your chance at rising to the heights of power in the new world, but you are content with what you have. In addition, the everyone was able to live without fear in your colony with no divisions. The line between untouchables and citizens were finally erased. Normal End #6 Incoming Transmission: Fate of the cells not chosen: (text-colour: #19e619) [**Mr. Woodenstein: Left behind and died with entire family and friends as they were all wiped out from an acid tsunami, leaving piles of bone remaining.**] (text-colour: #e61919) [**Gideon: Left behind, eventually swallowed into the depths of the earth's core.**] (text-colour: #e68019) [**Albert Musk: Member of the number one colony in the new world. His group created inventions that secured their place at the top. **] End of Transmisson. [[Restart]]?

You steady yourself for the next applicant. A raggedly dressed man comes forward and sits on the seat in front of you. He greets you, "Hello! How are you doing today, sir." You reply with the formal, "I'm doing well, Mr..." You take a quick glance at his file. "...Woodenstein." You take a look at the cell group rank, and it is ranked with a B. You start, "Could you start by describing some of your circumstances and strengths?" (text-colour: #19e619) [**"Of course, I know our cell group rank isn't very high. But! We are a group of strong workers that can help with anything you need!"**] "Is there anything else?" (text-colour: #19e619) [**"Please! Our families risk starving to death, and we have been turned down by everyone we've met so far. You can leave me behind! But please, let my family come with you..."**] Mr. Woodenstein seems like he's at the brink of tears. You surmise that the reason his cell is ranked at a C is because of the size of his group and the fact that they have no specialists. You ponder the implications of your decision. It will probably lead to increased food costs, but you might have a good source of manual labor. Is it a good idea, however? [[Choose to help Mr. Woodenstein]]. [[Turn down his offer]].

"Sorry Mr. Woodenstein, I cannot accept your application," you reply solemnly. (text-colour: #19e619) [**Mr. Woodenstein responds, "What? But, please! We'll do anything you want! Can't you understand how bad our situation is! You're our only hope!"**] "Unfortunately, this decision is final. Security!" (align: "==><==") + (text-style: "rumble") [**BANG BANG BANG**] Mr. Woodenstein continues to try to persuade you, banging on the glass as he is taken away. It's times like these you feel relieved that there is some sort of separation between yourself and your applicants. Who knows what would have happened. You recieve a message: 2 Applicants Remaining. You give the word that you are ready for the next applicant. A man in a sharp lab coat walks in. (text-colour: #e68019) [**He starts, "Hello, my name is Albert Musk, leader of the Steins Science Group. Technology, chemicals, medicine, we can do it all."**] You take a look at his file, and it is ranked with an S. You see no problems with this. [[Accept Musk]].

You decide that this might just be worth it. A colony needs labor to function after all. "Mr. Woodenstein, I accept your proposition," you reply. Mr. Woodenstein happily replies, "Really! Thank you so much! You will not regret this I assure you! I will do everything in my power to repay this favor to you in the future." You watch as the man head for the door, thanking you again on your way out. With the preparations complete, you begin to head out to space. With the teamwork of your cells, you were able to establish your colony with relative ease. With the military force of Havenshield and manpower of Woodenstein's cell, you were able to subjugate many colonies to your rule. With the support and services of the Care Foundation, you were able to establish many alliances with other colonies until there was only one standing in your way. With your new united force, you launched an attack on the final obstacle in your path. However, no matter how many times you tried, you just couldn't penetrate through their defenses. Their technology was just too advanced. In the end, you reached an agreement with the other colony for peace. Peace has now been settled, but you wonder how the future will turn out. Right now, however, your colony survived and is relatively stable. Your citizen are content, which in turn makes you satisfied. Normal End #7 Incoming Transmission: Fate of the cells not chosen: (text-colour: #e61919) [**Gideon: Left behind, eventually swallowed into the depths of the earth's core.**] Albert Musk: Member of the the last colony in your way. (text-colour: #7f19e6) [**Ciri Hoffman: When the starships started to leave, anarchy descended on earth. Unfortunately, she and her group were hunted down for sport by the savages left behind. As they were untouchables, they were treated even worse when captured, likely tortured to death.**] End of Transmisson. [[Restart]]?

"Sorry Mr. Woodenstein, I cannot accept your application," you reply solemnly. Mr. Woodenstein responds, "What? But, please! We'll do anything you want! Can't you understand how bad our situation is! You're our only hope!" "Unfortunately, this decision is final. Security!" (align: "==><==") + (text-style: "rumble") [**BANG BANG BANG**] Mr. Woodenstein continues to try to persuade you, banging on the glass as he is taken away. It's times like these you feel relieved that there is some sort of separation between yourself and your applicants. Who knows what would have happened. You recieve a message: 2 Applicants Remaining. You give the word that you are ready for the next applicant. A man in a sharp lab coat walks in. (text-colour: #e68019) [**He starts, "Hello, my name is Albert Musk, leader of the Steins Science Group. Technology, chemicals, medicine, we can do it all."**] You take a look at his file, and it is ranked with an S. You see no problems with this. [[Accept the help]]. [[Decline his help]]

A raggedly dressed man comes forward and sits on the seat in front of you. He greets you, "Hello! How are you doing today, sir." You reply with the formal, "I'm doing well, Mr..." You take a quick glance at his file. "...Woodenstein." You take a look at the cell group rank, and it is ranked with a B. You start, "Could you start by describing some of your circumstances and strengths?" (text-colour: #19e619) [**"Of course, I know our cell group rank isn't very high. But! We are a group of strong workers that can help with anything you need!"**] "Is there anything else?" (text-colour: #19e619) [**"Please! Our families risk starving to death, and we have been turned down by everyone we've met so far. You can leave me behind! But please, let my family come with you..."**] Mr. Woodenstein seems like he's at the brink of tears. You surmise that the reason his cell is ranked at a C is because of the size of his group and the fact that they have no specialists. You ponder the implications of your decision. It will probably lead to increased food costs, but you might have a good source of manual labor. Is it a good idea, however? [[Help Mr. Woodenstein]]. [[Don't help him]]

You decide that this might just be worth it. A colony needs labor to function after all. "Mr. Woodenstein, I accept your proposition," you reply. (text-colour: #19e619) [**Mr. Woodenstein happily replies, "Really! Thank you so much! You will not regret this I assure you! I will do everything in my power to repay this favor to you in the future."**] You watch as the man head for the door, thanking you again on your way out. Now that you have chosen your 3 cells, you begin preparations to set out immediately. You encountered a lot of trouble setting up your new colony. There were way too many mouths to feed, so you had to turn to other means for survival. You had Havenshield train Ciri and Woodenstein's cells to fight. After a while, you began your subjugation of surrounding colonies through the sheer manpower at your disposal. You lose many people in these battles, and you were eventually pacified by a more powerful colony. Although you had to agree to a terrible contract for survival, your colony survives. Fortunately, from these battles, the line between untouchables and citizens were finally erased. It seems even though Hoffman, Woodenstein, and Naroditsky lost many friends, they are thankful to you that they are able to live lives in a new world, not being left behind. Thus, you are able to endure living with the terrible terms of the contract until it eventually expires. You've lost out on many profits and the government competition, but you were able to save the people you cared about. And that at least, is a win in your book. Normal End #3 Incoming Transmission: Fate of the cells not chosen: (text-colour: #e5e619) [**Giorno of the Care Foundation: He serves the colony that subjugated you, reaping many benefits from the your contract. **] (text-colour: #e61919) [**Gideon: Left behind, eventually swallowed into the depths of the earth's core.**] (text-colour: #e68019) [**Albert Musk: Member of the number one colony in the new world. His group created inventions that secured their place at the top. **] End of Transmisson. [[Restart]]?

"Certainly a tempting offer...alright, I accept." (text-colour: #197fe6) [**"Excellent choice, I look forward to working with you in the future. We certainly won't let you down."**] He heads out the door. After a while, the next applicant walks in. His name is Damascus Gideon, the leader of an underground mafia named Silver Skull. He has been charged with many crimes, but seems to conveniently bail out after each lawsuit. You might not like him as a person, but his group is known for their skills, earning them an A rank. "Hello Mr. Gideon. Can you go into detail what you can offer?" (text-colour: #e61919) [**He replies, "I offer a variety of services, just depends on what you want." **] You press for details, but it seems he isn't going to go into detail. Unfortuantely, there are no other applicants, so [[you decide to allow him into your colony]].

"Certainly a tempting offer...alright, I accept." (text-colour: #197fe6) [**"Excellent choice, I look forward to working with you in the future. We certainly won't let you down."**] He heads out the door. Now that you have chosen your 3 cells, you begin preparations to set out immediately. You encountered a lot of trouble setting up your new colony. There were way too many mouths to feed, so you had to turn to other means for survival. You had Havenshield train Ciri and Woodenstein's cells to fight. After a while, you began your subjugation of surrounding colonies through the sheer manpower at your disposal. You lose many people in these battles, and you were eventually pacified by a more powerful colony. Although you had to agree to a terrible contract for survival, your colony survives. Fortunately, from these battles, the line between untouchables and citizens were finally erased. It seems even though Hoffman, Woodenstein, and Naroditsky lost many friends, they are thankful to you that they are able to live lives in a new world, not being left behind. Thus, you are able to endure living with the terrible terms of the contract until it eventually expires. You've lost out on many profits and the government competition, but you were able to save the people you cared about. And that at least, is a win in your book. Normal End #3 Incoming Transmission: Fate of the cells not chosen: (text-colour: #e5e619) [**Giorno of the Care Foundation: He serves the colony that subjugated you, reaping many benefits from the your contract. **] (text-colour: #e61919) [**Gideon: Left behind, eventually swallowed into the depths of the earth's core.**] (text-colour: #e68019) [**Albert Musk: Member of the number one colony in the new world. His group created inventions that secured their place at the top. **] End of Transmisson. [[Restart]]?

"Certainly a tempting offer...alright, I accept." "Excellent choice, I look forward to working with you in the future. We certainly won't let you down." He heads out the door. After a while, the next applicant walks in. His name is Damascus Gideon, the leader of an underground mafia named Silver Skull. He has been charged with many crimes, but seems to conveniently bail out after each lawsuit. You might not like him as a person, but his group is known for their skills, earning them an A rank. "Hello Mr. Gideon. Can you go into detail what you can offer?" (text-colour: #e61919) [**He replies, "I offer a variety of services, just depends on what you want." **] You press for details, but it seems he isn't going to go into detail. Unfortuantely, there are no other applicants, so you decide to [[allow him into your colony]].

"I will accept your application." He gives you a nodding smile and then proceeds to walk out the door. Now that you have chosen your 3 cells, you begin preparations to set out to space. With all three cells working together, you successfully build all the facilities needed for your colony. However, it seems like Gideon's men did not like working with the untouchables and vice versa. Deeprooted prejudices were hard to get rid of. You remember that Silver Skull targeted many untouchables as potential clients for their addicting drugs, milking them for their saving until they overdosed. Disdain for working with the unclean from the mafia and rage from losing family members from the untouchables began to raise tensions. Vesemir alerts you that Gideon had already made plans to overthrow you as the new overseer. As you ready your men for a rebellion, you look outside and see that chaos has already come to your colony. Gideon had already started his attack on your vastly unprepared forces. You manage to get Ciri and Vesemir's cells to work together and fight against this new threat. You watch in horror as your own colony falls into ruin. Eventually, Gideon is defeated, but you were caught unprepared and lost too many people. Your only option was to give up on the colony competition and immigrate to a new one. Eventually, you were able to live a stable life, but you still remember Ciri and Vesemir's sacrifice clearly in your mind. You will never become an overseer again. Bad End #2 Incoming Transmission: Fate of the cells not chosen: (text-colour: #19e619) [**Mr. Woodenstein: Left behind and died with entire family and friends as they were all wiped out from an acid tsunami, leaving piles of bone remaining.**] (text-colour: #e68019) [**Albert Musk: Member of the number one colony in the new world. His group created inventions that secured their place at the top. **] (text-colour: #e5e619) [**Joseph Giorno: Member of the strongest colony in the new world. His support and services allowed his colony to reach the top. **] End of Transmisson. [[Restart]]?

"I will accept your application." He gives you a nodding smile and then proceeds to walk out the door. You had chosen your three cells and finished the preparations for the ships. You start your journey in space and eventually reached your new home planet. You encountered some trouble at the beginning, but you were able to finish building all the necessary structures for your colony. You weren't able to make money by trading resources, so you decided to explore other ventures, specifically, becoming a mercenary colony. The power of Havenshield and Silver Skull were nothing to scoff at. You offered your services to the highest bidder, eventually aiding one colony to the top. When peace and victory was achieved, you faced a hard choice. Your military power is now viewed as a threat in this time of peace. When you faced destruction by the new leaders, you were luckily able to negotiate with them to avoid extinction. You eventually signed a very unfavorable contract that at least allowed you to live. Although you have much work to do now, you were able to save your citizens and give them stable lives. With Gideon Woodenstein, and Vesemir, you all try your hardest to fulfill the contract until its end. Normal End #2 Incoming Transmission: Fate of the cells not chosen: (text-colour: #e68019) [**Albert Musk: Member of the number one colony in the new world. His group created inventions that secured their place at the top. **] (text-colour: #7f19e6) [**Ciri Hoffman: When the starships started to leave, anarchy descended on earth. Unfortunately, she and her group were hunted down for sport by the savages left behind. As they were untouchables, they were treated even worse when captured, likely tortured to death.**] (text-colour: #e5e619) [**Joseph Giorno: Member of the strongest colony in the new world. His support and services allowed his colony to reach the top. **] End of Transmisson. [[Restart]]?

"Well, I'll happily accept your help." (text-colour: #e68019) [**He replies, "Thank you, we won't disappoint."**] You get ready for the next applicant. After a while, he walks in. His name is Damascus Gideon, the leader of an underground mafia named Silver Skull. He has been charged with many crimes, but seems to conveniently bail out after each lawsuit. You might not like him as a person, but his group is known for their skills, earning them an A rank. "Hello Mr. Gideon. Can you go into detail what you can offer?" (text-colour: #e61919) [**He replies, "I offer a variety of services, just depends on what you want." **] You press for details, but it seems he isn't going to go into detail. Unfortuantely, there are no other applicants, [[so you decide to allow him into your colony]].

"I will accept your application." He gives you a nodding smile and then proceeds to walk out the door. You start the process of moving everyone into the space ships. After a long journey, you finally reach your new home planet and start colonization. You had no trouble. With the military force of Silver Skull and Havenshield, almost no one could contend with you. Gideon proposes a plan to you for world domination. You saw no reason to turn this down, as you had the all the resources needed for this conquest. Also, Gideon had also signed a contract with you to show his loyalty. With the new technology that Albert Musk designed, it was a cakewalk to take over the new colonies. Using the new power from the subjugated colonies, you were barely able to defeat the colony backed by the Care Foundation. Nonetheless, it is obvious that you won the competiton. You have become the supreme ruler of the new world. You live the rest of your live in relative leisure, thinking back to your past glories. It was a good life. Good End #2 Incoming Transmission: Fate of the cells not chosen: (text-colour: #19e619) [**Mr. Woodenstein: Left behind and died with entire family and friends as they were all wiped out from an acid tsunami, leaving piles of bone remaining.**] (text-colour: #7f19e6) [**Ciri Hoffman: When the starships started to leave, anarchy descended on earth. Unfortunately, she and her group were hunted down for sport by the savages left behind. As they were untouchables, they were treated even worse when captured, likely tortured to death.**] (text-colour: #e5e619) [**Joseph Giorno: Was a member of the colony you destroyed. Might be in a better place now.**] End of Transmisson. [[Restart]]?

"Sorry, the offer is pretty tempting, but I don't think I'm going to take you up on it." (text-colour: #e68019) [**He responds, "I see, that's a shame. I wish you luck on your ventures."**] Then, he heads out the door. You wait for the next applicant. After a while, he walks in. His name is Damascus Gideon, the leader of an underground mafia named Silver Skull. He has been charged with many crimes, but seems to conveniently bail out after each lawsuit. You might not like him as a person, but his group is known for their skills, earning them an A rank. "Hello Mr. Gideon. Can you go into detail what you can offer?" (text-colour: #e61919) [**He replies, "I offer a variety of services, just depends on what you want." **] You press for details, but it seems he isn't going to go into detail. [[Unfortuantely, there are no other applicants, so you decide to accept his help]].

"I will accept your application." He gives you a nodding smile and then proceeds to walk out the door. With the preparations complete, you begin to head out to space. With the teamwork of your cells, you were able to establish your colony with relative ease. With the military force of Silver Skull and Havenshield, you were able to subjugate many colonies to your rule. With the support and services of the Care Foundation, you were able to establish many alliances with other colonies until there was only one standing in your way. With your new united force, you launched an attack on the final obstacle in your path. However, no matter how many times you tried, you just couldn't penetrate through their defenses. Their technology was just too advanced. In the end, you reached an agreement with the other colony for peace. Peace has now been settled, but you wonder how the future will turn out. Right now, however, your colony survived and is relatively stable. Your citizen are content, which in turn makes you satisfied. Normal End #4 Incoming Transmission: Fate of the cells not chosen: (text-colour: #19e619) [**Mr. Woodenstein: Left behind and died with entire family and friends as they were all wiped out from an acid tsunami, leaving piles of bone remaining.**] (text-colour: #e68019) [**Albert Musk: Developed the technology of the colony that still opposes you.**] (text-colour: #7f19e6) [**Ciri Hoffman: When the starships started to leave, anarchy descended on earth. Unfortunately, she and her group were hunted down for sport by the savages left behind. As they were untouchables, they were treated even worse when captured, likely tortured to death.**] End of Transmisson. [[Restart]]?

"Well, I'll happily accept your help." (text-colour: #e68019) [**He replies, "Thank you, we won't disappoint."**] Now that you have chosen your three, you begin preparation to move immediately. After a successful journey to your new home planet, you begin to form your own colony. With all your cells working together, it was an easy job. With Albert Musk's advances in technology, Giorno's excellent management, and the capable defenses of Havenshield, it was smooth sailing to become the number one colony. You had no one who could contest your colony's new prowess. Eventually, all the colonies had been subjugated to your rule with relatively no violence. As the new head of humanity, you lead the world to a new and prosperous era. Looking back, you are proud of your accomplishments, but you wonder what happened to those you had left behind. Nonetheless, you are satisfied. Good End #1 Incoming Transmission: Fate of the cells not chosen: (text-colour: #19e619) [**Mr. Woodenstein: Left behind and died with entire family and friends as they were all wiped out from an acid tsunami, leaving piles of bone remaining.**] (text-colour: #e61919) [**Gideon: Left behind, eventually swallowed into the depths of the earth's core.**] (text-colour: #7f19e6) [**Ciri Hoffman: When the starships started to leave, anarchy descended on earth. Unfortunately, she and her group were hunted down for sport by the savages left behind. As they were untouchables, they were treated even worse when captured, likely tortured to death.**] End of Transmisson. [[Restart]]?

"Well, I'll happily accept your help." (text-colour: #e68019) [**He replies, "Thank you, we won't disappoint."**] You have finally chosen your three cells and are ready to depart. You give the word to start the process and eventually you reach humanity's new planet. You set up your colony with relative ease. With the technology of the Steins Science Group and Havenshield's trained personnel, you were able to become a colony feared to many. Because of this, you faced an attack by the united forces of all the colonies that feared you. Fortunately, your defenses and technology were just too advanced. Through many of these battles, bonds between the original citizens and untouchables were eventually born. Slowly but surely, the line that separated was disappearing. Eventually, the other colonies had given up trying to attack you. You ask your newly appointed officials, Ciri, Musk, and Vesemir, about their thoughts on world conquest. They all give very different answers. Musk just cares about reaching new discoveries in science, so he is very nonchalant about the matter. Ciri is very happy with the way things are, now that she can live as an equal to everyone else. Vesemir is also content with how things are now, but he is ready at anytime to help you with your potential conquest. Thus, after thinking a bit, you decide its a good idea to just leave things the way they are now. Perhaps things may change in the future, but you are satisfied with how things are now. Your citizens are happy. Normal End #5 Incoming Transmission: Fate of the cells not chosen: (text-colour: #19e619) [**Mr. Woodenstein: Left behind and died with entire family and friends as they were all wiped out from an acid tsunami, leaving piles of bone remaining.**] (text-colour: #e61919) [**Gideon: Left behind, eventually swallowed into the depths of the earth's core.**] (text-colour: #e5e619) [**Joseph Giorno: Member of the colony leading the alliance against you. **] End of Transmisson. [[Restart]]?

"Sorry, the offer is pretty tempting, but I don't think I'm going to take you up on it." (text-colour: #e68019) [**He responds, "I see, that's a shame. I wish you luck on your ventures."**] Then, he heads out the door. You wait for the next applicant. After a while, he walks in. His name is Damascus Gideon, the leader of an underground mafia named Silver Skull. He has been charged with many crimes, but seems to conveniently bail out after each lawsuit. You might not like him as a person, but his group is known for their skills, earning them an A rank. "Hello Mr. Gideon. Can you go into detail what you can offer?" (text-colour: #e61919) [**He replies, "I offer a variety of services, just depends on what you want." **] You press for details, but it seems he isn't going to go into detail. Unfortuantely, there are no other applicants, so you decide [[to accept his help]].

With those magical item, you've unlocked the ultimate power. You instantly teleport ahead of every overseer and colonize the entire planet before the others arrive. You bring every client with you, so no one dies. When the other ships finally reach the planet, they have no choice but to accept you as their new ruler. You name your new world Cheeseballia. You enjoy a fruitful and beautiful life as the "Cheeseball God". Best Ending. [[Restart]]?

You take a look at the next client's file. His name is Joseph Giorno, leader of the Care Foundation. By the rankings, this is a S tier cell. (text-colour: #e5e619) [**Joseph says as he walks in, "I hope you're day has gone by well, overseer. I am the CEO of the Care Foundation."**] "Well, let's get straight to the point, can you tell me more details about your organization?" (text-colour: #e5e619) [**"Gladly, we are a cell that specializes in caregiving services, including housekeeping, medical, and a variety of other fields."**] It's unbelievably hard to find any precise fault in his offer. His cell is S class after all. [[Accept Giorno into the fold]].

"Very well, I accept the care foundation." He replies, "Perfect. We will begin preparations immediately. See you soon, overseer." With all three pieces in place, you begin your expedition to the new world. After some time, you finally landed on the new planet. With the help of the Care Foundation, you were able to direct your surplus of workers to create your colony's structures and facilities. The sheer size of your colony discouraged many raids that were originally planning to attack. For the select few brave raider groups, you were able to repel them off with your superior manpower. Through all these trials, your citizens were able to improve their skills in fighting and survival, eventually turning into a force to be reckoned with. In addition, these battles served to foster deep bonds between the original untouchables and the citzens, increasing solidarity. Eventually, the line between untouchables and citizens were finally erased. Although you weren't the strongest military wise, you were able to become very strong financially. News of your strong economy and exploits in uniting the citizens and untouchables gained you many allies. However, even with these vast resources, there was one colony in particular that you feared. Their strong military had already subjugated all the colonies that were not allied with you. With much negotiation, an agreement was finally reached, and you were able to save your colony from much bloodshed. Although you did not become the leader of the new world, you are able to live in relative ease and comfort. Seeing the smiling faces of your citizens, especially Mr. Woodenstein and Ciri Hoffman, you are satisfied. Good End #3 Incoming Transmission: Fate of the cells not chosen: (text-colour: #e61919) [**Gideon: Left behind, eventually swallowed into the depths of the earth's core.**] (text-colour: #e68019) [**Albert Musk: Member of the number one colony in the new world. His group created inventions that secured their place at the top. **] (text-colour: #197fe6) [**Havenshield: Was accepted to a colony, but their ship was unfortunately destroyed in a meteor shower. **] End of Transmisson. [[Restart]]?

You steady yourself for the next applicant. A raggedly dressed man comes forward and sits on the seat in front of you. He greets you, "Hello! How are you doing today, sir." You reply with the formal, "I'm doing well, Mr..." You take a quick glance at his file. "...Woodenstein." You take a look at the cell group rank, and it is ranked with a B. You start, "Could you start by describing some of your circumstances and strengths?" (text-colour: #19e619) [**"Of course, I know our cell group rank isn't very high. But! We are a group of strong workers that can help with anything you need!"**] "Is there anything else?" (text-colour: #19e619) [**"Please! Our families risk starving to death, and we have been turned down by everyone we've met so far. You can leave me behind! But please, let my family come with you..."**] Mr. Woodenstein seems like he's at the brink of tears. You surmise that the reason his cell is ranked at a C is because of the size of his group and the fact that they have no specialists. You ponder the implications of your decision. It will probably lead to increased food costs, but you might have a good source of manual labor. Is it a good idea, however? Choose [[to help Mr. Woodenstein]]. Turn [[him down]].

"Well, I'll happily accept your help." (text-colour: #e68019) [**He replies, "Thank you, we won't disappoint."**] With your three chosen cells, you get ready to depart into space. When you finally reach your destination, you were able to finish setting up your colony with relative ease. With the technology of the Steins Science Group and Havenshield's trained personnel, you were able to become a colony feared to many. Because of this, you faced an attack by the united forces of all the colonies that feared you. Fortunately, your defenses and technology were just too advanced. Eventually, the other colonies had given up trying to attack you. You ask your newly appointed officials, Woodenstein, Musk, and Vesemir, about their thoughts on world conquest. They give very lukewarm answers stating their content with how things are now. They aren't opposed to it, but they aren't very excited about the idea either. Thus, you decide its a good idea to just leave things the way they are now. Perhaps things may change in the future, but you are satisfied with how things are now. Your citizens are happy. Normal End #1 Incoming Transmission: Fate of the cells not chosen: (text-colour: #e61919) [**Gideon: Left behind, eventually swallowed into the depths of the earth's core.**] (text-colour: #7f19e6) [**Ciri Hoffman: When the starships started to leave, anarchy descended on earth. Unfortunately, she and her group were hunted down for sport by the savages left behind. As they were untouchables, they were treated even worse when captured, likely tortured to death.**] (text-colour: #e5e619) [**Joseph Giorno: Works for the leader of the alliance that opposes you.**] End of Transmisson. [[Restart]]?

"Sorry, the offer is pretty tempting, but I don't think I'm going to take you up on it." (text-colour: #e68019) [**He responds, "I see, that's a shame. I wish you luck on your ventures."**] Then, he heads out the door. You wait for the next applicant. After a while, he walks in. His name is Damascus Gideon, the leader of an underground mafia named Silver Skull. He has been charged with many crimes, but seems to conveniently bail out after each lawsuit. You might not like him as a person, but his group is known for their skills, earning them an A rank. "Hello Mr. Gideon. Can you go into detail what you can offer?" (text-colour: #e61919) [**He replies, "I offer a variety of services, just depends on what you want." **] You press for details, but it seems he isn't going to go into detail. Unfortuantely, there are no other applicants,[[ so you decide to accept his help]].