章 108: Choose your own ending.

Yes, you read that right, this would be an ending you could choose. How could I possibly write an ending that everyone would favor? That was why, I would give you many different short versions of alternative happy ends, so you could make up your own canon.

Well, let's forget this wasteland for once. In place of the massive nothingness, let's fill this glaring void with various ideas of the perfect final element.

End number 1:

Suddenly our slightly psychopathic hero awoke and was jumps off his sick bed. All this was just one long nightmare and nothing was actually real. All the nonsense that had happened to him turned out to be just a product of his brain having a little too much time on its hands for such shenanigans after the truck had put him in a comfortable coma. Now, he would live a boring life and one day die a miserable death.

And if he didn't die, he would still be alive today.

End number 2:

Our protagonist suddenly becomes a god for unspecified reasons. With these newfound powers, there was only one thing he always wanted to do. What else could it have been but to destroy reality itself and become the creator of a world? So, he did just that, and suddenly, out of nowhere, the world was gone and then restored. And if he wasn't declared dead by a certain Nietzsche, then he still does things today that only a god could do.

End number 3:

The good-for-nothing, who could also be called the main character, suddenly found himself at a seemingly endless table. It was filled with all the delicacies of this world and much, much more. Everything that is delicious could be found here in infinite quantity. Therefore, the previously mentioned person ate until the heat death of the universe itself. A true happy ending for the stomach.

End number 4:

The narrator of this stupid story came to the realization that this whole story was absolutely worthless because he was no Chad. Therefore, to change this predicament, a female being had to be here. 4 war crimes against humanity later, our innocence in person finally got a kiss on the cheek. THE END

End number 5:

From absolutely nowhere, a rocket came to the feet of our questionable brainiac and whisked him away into the vastness of space. To be precise, only as far as the moon, because that's where the readership was waiting for him. The story was not of this world, no, it was just out-of-this-world bad. Hence, all its readers and the author himself were banished to the moon to think long and hard about their taste.

And if they didn't die for lack of oxygen, they soon will.

End number 6:

It happened very quickly, yes, it was love at first sight. Our author-type started a relationship with one of his clones, no one knew exactly which one it was. Twenty-four hours later, they had already been married in church and said "I do" in the presence of all the other envious copies of himself. Then they had 2 children, a boy, and a girl, nobody knew how that was anatomically possible, but who needs logic in LOVE?

And they lived happily ever after, not legally in all countries, but such was life.

End number 7:

It came as it had to come. He, who was only known as a strange fellow, had seen enough. But his adventure was far from over. No, it called him, like a desperate widower did the telephone sex hotline. His story was far from over and so he set off into the sunset, we really had to fulfill every cliché here, towards a future that was uncertain to him, but full of excitement.

And if he was not hung downstairs, he soon would be hung for his crimes!

End Number 8:

Our persona-non-grata, whom this story just so happened to be about suddenly became self-aware of the true reason everything transpired in this novel and he swore to write bad novels on the web for all eternity, until, at last, they had come and the prophecy had been fulfilled.

And if his brain did not die due to writing R-18 scenes, then he still writes today.

End Number 9: The real author behind this story simply moved on and enjoyed his fleeting time on earth in a better manner and wrote meaningful stories....eh, there is nothing to be read here, this story has not been abandoned. No. it was not. Just read on and on and on and on....

And thus, any reader became the very copycat of this MC and wasted away their very own stories, otherwise known as lives.

End Number 10:

Everything just came to a violent and abrupt stop. Everything in this universe had been halted and erased from existence. No one shed any tears, because no one could cry. There was no big lesson, no final reveal...merely an uncaring void, which had swallowed all. Silence, terrible silence in perpetuity.

And if it has not consumed us all, then it will do so some day.

End Number 11:

The creator of this madness looked down at the monster of his own doing, produced at his hands and the keyboard of Chaos, which had manifested the piece of tarnation onto the digital surface flickering in a hue of golden computer light. There was a sense of prde and disgust. Huh, how come the word prde was spelled ncorrectly?

No, for pete's sake. Did the | key break? The author took several moments to locate a replacement. Phew, luck|ly nothing else was rong...oh, dear god the vv had broken away as well. |t was far too young to have just d|ed.

Here a transcr|on of |ts final moments

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May |t and the story rest in peace!

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You might have seen, no ending here is absolutely clean. There is nothing to guzzle over, nothing to silence the crowd like a muzzle. Alas, may I offer one ending to bring closure and regain some sort of composure?

Ending 12:

The author of this story can sit and relax. The story is over, it was rather complex. The characters have given some fun, confusion, and laughs to the reader, in order to make their days a bit sweeter. This had never been words for forever, it is preferred for it to be forgotten rather sooner than never.

Once people are dead and gone, there might be future generations to listen to this fun's song.

To those, I bid my sincerest sorry. Life is pain, you get used to it, Sonny!

As such the perfect ending to this book is but a journey as is the rest of your life.

Just don't forget to get a good divorce attorney... Take care!