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	Message: : : Last time on Tour of Duty , we had a dream, that some day the whole world : would be lava, or darkness, that invisible opponents would awaken, and : that those otherwise devoid of colour would rise up in ambush, at the most : inconvenient of moments. We didn’t really like that dream, and went to : great lengths, climbed to great heights, and leapt with great faith, to : escape. To escape. : But what escape is this? We already knew we had failed. And what better way : to rub it in our faces than to bring us back here ... oh yes we recognise : this place, it was from an old dream. Another time, another time. What : better way? (You had to ask.) Oh! Now there’s no air! It’s the end of the : world, and someone forgot to bring the air. Time to write an : angrily-worded letter ... except there is no time.... : The men in black suits have changed into Hunters in green at this station. : Everything is as we remember it, but this time the SPNKR and Assault Rifle : and all that ammo can’t be put to use, and we have much less time to go : around grabbing it. The lack of air really does add to the end of the : world atmosphere – one certainly does not feel fine. : It is odd that we had to go to so much trouble to get to this failed ending – : wouldn’t have said no to something more reward-like! But hey, we’re not in : it for the glory or rewards! We’re trying to save the world here, so every : clue about what went wrong is valuable. Unfortunately the only clue here : stands behind a room full of Hunters and a Juggernaught. Not sure if he : respawns – not sure I can hold my breath long enough to find out. Okay : well just now he hadn’t respawned by the time I ran out of O2. I guess : they could only spare one seeing as we destroyed so many on that armour : platform this time around. : We might as well check the map, seeing as PS went to the trouble :) : : but it’s nothing we haven’t seen before. Seeing as these levels were reduced : from the full product, one has to wonder why they left so much in : especially on this occasion; there’s barely time to clear the first room : and check out. : I do my usual, sneaking off into the corridor with shotgun ammo and towards : the 2x recharge canister. At least this time we don’t have to repeat the : gauntlet run if we die at the start! I check for that lonely S’pht’Kr but : he seems to be missing; what’s his deal anyway? Is he just a dream? : The shotguns do nicely for the Hunters and the Jugg, and it really is nice : that that door closes so quick.... aarghhhh. Okay *ahem* apparently I can : still manage to die to Jugg bombs even so. Well at least there’s no worry : of suicide as there was with the SPNKR in the same situation. The door is : also useful protection from the Juggsplosion ... just in case. If only : there had been a door in the end room on Sol! : And with that, we’re free to recharge our health and read up. : : Ooh green text, Samurai login text, and that symbol we saw on Ne Cede Malis, : the one that seems to suggest a merging of Durandal and Thoth, but clearly : once again it wasn’t enough. D was on the case quite early in the piece, : and must have figured out a way to do the merge, but not in time? Or just : they still couldn’t stop the Pfhor with their trih xeem? Or just it was : never their job to begin with! And there’s that image of two daleks : shooting each other across a matrix code void ... which I take to be Thoth : and Durandal reaching out to each other ... reaching much like those hands : from the prologue screen. : The Volunteers had this terminal as being from another S’pht elder/ancient, : but I’ve just decided I quite like the idea of this being Thoth’s take on : things just after the merger with Durandal, his reaction to being active : once more but suddenly having to take it all in, the utter chaos at : world’s end. K’lia, which became the home of the Eleventh Clan and was : lost, returned only to be once again lost, and so are the engineers. The : Thoth of this timeline sees what is coming, and that there can be no more : balance – or perhaps that he need no longer be concerned with it, and : feels free. : The Thoth that operates outside of time calls us back to task – what is our : task? Ahh yes we’re supposed to save the world. But nothing much seems to : change regardless of our role: we explore S’pht ruins at length, Durandal : dies and comes back, we activate Thoth but he and Durandal don’t merge, : Thoth calls the S’pht’Kr with our help, and all seems well, but apparently : the trih xeem is launched; we work with Tycho, Durandal’s humans fail to : activate Thoth but Durandal manages to have K’lia come back anyway, while : Tycho threatens to launch the trih xeem; we wake up earlier, wipe out : Juggernaughts, while Durandal gets a fast start on working with Thoth, and : I think they merge, but too late. So it seems we have a bit of freedom ... : again if I turn to Mark Levin, the common line so far has been Durandal’s : victory as a trigger, even when we thought he was dead. So how about : standing in the way of his victory?
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