Part 55: Chapter Forty Two: Fuck Highfort V Revenge of the Fuck
: I dont understand any of this
: Getting this damn contraption to blow up is harder than it looks
: Aha! I know!
: Three times!
Turvoe proceeds to jump up and down on the control panel repeatedly.
: Eh? What the?! Holy crap! Whatd I do, whatd I do?!
: What? Whats going on?
: Hmm? Is there a problem, oh Queen Bitch of Highfort?
: The energy from the machine is flowing back into itself its going to explode!
: Huh. Doesnt sound so bad from where Im standing.
: Oh, sacre bleu! The rumbling is not stopping!
: It seems discretion is the better part of not getting ourselves killed! Time for us to make a strategic retreat!
: Quickly, everyone! The whole tower is collapsing!
: Ugh, that was too close
: Whats wrong?! We really dont have time to stand around!
: Ill handle this. All aboard, everyone! You too, Princess!
: Hey, are you serious?
: Sten, no!
: The rest of you take care of her!
: Hmm. Now how am I going to get out of this one
The last tower falls just as the screen fades out.
Some time later
Music: 12 The Kingdom
: No need to worry about Sten, Princess. The man escaped hell itself back at Gufheim. An exploding castle oughtta be peanuts to him.
: I hope youre right, Turvoe. I sincerely hope youre right
: I bet hell come crawling out of the woodwork the minute were about to leave.
: As a token of our appreciation, please accept this the Masters Flute.
: You are most kind, Princess.
: I know you have been through much on our account but I would like to make one further request of you.
: Take care of yourself. And someday come home.
: Well be sure to tell him, your highness.
: Ah, the romance, it is flowing I feel a song coming on. Oooooh Steeeeen, your Princess waits for you
: May the Dragon God watch over you, always.
: May he watch over us all.
: Ill show you people the way out.
: She really does love Sten, after all Aint that always the way. He makes a mess of things for everyone else, but gets the girl in the end!
The player regains control at this point.
: Damn this place is messed up. All three towers are just plain gone.
Music: 13 More Than Words
: Sten. You didnt have me fooled for a second, ya jackass monkey.
: Heh, I told you hed come back.
: Guilty as charged. Im just no good at dying, it seems.
: Myself as well. So many people died friends, many of them
: Ill never forget the sight of them torn to pieces in that hellish place
: They were good men, every one. Soldiers to the end, skills honed like hunting knives
: Your Princess and I are gonna be waiting here for you to come back someday. Dont screw up, or Ill kick your ass!
: Turvoe. Youre not so bad after all!
: Hmph. See ya around!
Turvoe hops off the walkway.
: Hey, Sten. The Princess said to tell you-
: Its okay, master. I can probably guess what she said.
: Im afraid former soldiers such as myself are somewhat bad about that. Ohoho! So, shall we be off?
: Sure. Let's get moving.
And on that somewhat sobering note, Highfort is finished. Thats it! Its over! Finished! Done with!
Let us never, ever return to this place again.