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[!] On the edge of a dim jungle cave somewhere on an isolated tropical island in the middle of the ocean, a very old man stands, his toga loosely draping down over his body, his century old glasses clung to his face, staring out at the sunset as he releases hundreds of posters into the wind.
UNUM EXTREMUM EXPEDITIONEM
[!] Somewhere else in the world, in the lively tavern of a great empire, the stories of this man's life were told.
His troubled upbringing, his rise to nobility, and fall to obscurity. His various cons and exploits, his adventures and expeditions into unknown lands for no particular reasons.
They told of his love stories, his tragedies, and his victories.
"I heard one time he got so drunk he married an old hag, only to leave and never speak to her again!" one man says,
"I heard he stole an entire swan boat in the sacking of Regalia!"
"I heard he cheated the entire nation of Ithania out of a large swathe of property for a circus he NEVER BUILT!"
"I heard he charged people a hundred mina just to say to eat only steak and lift inhuman weights!"
"I heard he invented some gel which blocks aging, maybe that's how he's lived so long!"
Though some of these men had never met him, nor seen any of his products or the extent of his dealings, they spoke of him with such confidence that it didn't matter if what they said actually happened or not.
He really did invent that gel. Though, it didn't stop aging, it was just a placebo. But maybe it wasn't just the gel he invented, maybe he had found the true source of immortality.
A life so unreal, so imaginary at its core, that nobody would dare forget it.
ULTIMUM ACTUM
[!] Finally, a man stands over a grave, nestled behind an old ruined castle, emotionless and stoic in his stare.
The headstone read:
"BEN JONES II
SON OF BEN JONES I
EXPLORER EXTRAORDINAIRE
BORN 1812
DIED 1932, AFTER 120 GLORIOUS YEARS
"Glorious, my good man!""
In truth, the grave was empty, but it mattered not.
For he had lived a life so glorious, it could not be contained in a single box upon death.
"I pick up your adventure where you left off, utterly lost and aimless, but joyous."
Muttered the man
"And I pick it up gladly, Grandfather."
And with that, the end of an era.
Fin
