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 ==== Self-Proof Institute ====
+The mercilessness of the universe is in the annihilation of the soul. When people reach the end, they walk towards that void — there is no future, no new life. They bring nothing with them, as if they've come to this world from the future. This is why death is oh-so horrifying. But even so, people can still leave something behind, a symbol of the fight against nihility, and as proof that certain names once existed.
+You have answered riddles that stumped the world, etching your name using formulae and history. You have treated plagues that ravaged stars, where white crystalline statues erected in your honor will far outlive you. Time is too short, thus your mind and hands never stop for a moment, proposing axioms and creating machines. The people worship your relentless diligence, but never sense your fear.
+Faster, even faster, creating even more, leaving behind even more, until you'll never be forgotten.
 [[divergent:nihility.extrapolation.spi|Extrapolation Rewind]]
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 ==== Self-Annihilator ====
+The spiraling, fathomless abyss hovers in the misted dream, deeper and darker than the dimmest corner of the world, where even the lightless background can also cast slices of shadows on it. You gaze at the vortex, your life infinitely extended, diced into shards that flow and fall, from the ground into the sky. You jump up, hoping to keep your doppelganger. But when you stretch out your hand to touch it, all you can feel is a cold wall.
+This is your home, but it may also not be, your memories full of holes gradually rotting away. You see your other self walk out, open the door, but fall right into darkness with one step. You try to rush over and catch him, but you just can't seem to find your vanished arms.
+You raise your head in bewilderment — the sun has sunk into the great sea, and like melted flakes of snow, you also start to melt. You are fading into yourself — perhaps you are the sun? You once again fall into the abyss.
 [[divergent:nihility.extrapolation.sa|Extrapolation Rewind]]
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 ==== Rescuer ====
+You see that your every move is being predicted with flawless precision. You understand that everything you do is no more than a fixed trajectory. The silhouette of Nihility envelops you. You may struggle or accept it, but they will all eventually annihilate in a pre-written storybook.
+Will you accept this? All you have to do is forget, and spend the rest of your life in uncaring bliss. No! You must fight back! You must raise a battle cry! You must raise the flag of rebellion against this tragic universe and save people from the prewritten conclusion. Massacre. Destruction. You point the mouth of the cannon at the ones you love the most. No hesitation. No suffering. Just close your eyes for a second and you can help them escape this world where life is worse than death. However, you must still bear the torture of staying alive, as there are many more that wait for Destruction's salvation.
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 ==== Death Denier ====
+You awaken in your cold hospital bed as the sweet smell of food makes you nearly sick. Trans-Kersti Syndrome is a complete breakdown of the body starting with the immune system. As you look over to the side of your bed, you see the water tank that held Purlang's cephalopod patient not long ago, whose non-stop mumbling in the tank would keep you awake all night. The scholars on the news are showing viewers bottles that load black holes, but black holes are so far from you and you cannot leave your hospital room. Anything outside of this cube is a space that may as well not exist to you.
+Survival is like an endless struggle. Some win, some lose, and some choose to quit. Even though death is always patiently waiting at the end, you remain resolute that you will take your first victory before you meet it.
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 ==== Doctors of Chaos ====
+"Nihility" is a relentless disease embodied within "existence," gnawing at consciousness, life, and the very fabric off the universe. The gloomy abyss consumes the bodies of self-annihilators, while the fog of self-doubt pulls civilization into black holes. How profoundly tragic THEIR being is, and how diminutive you are in comparison!
+You will mend the flaws THEY left behind, filling the hollow chambers of the human heart with jigsaw pieces of meaning. You will hold those who wander in a delicate trance, using clouds and potions to calm the world's aching void. You will catch every soul about to jump into the whirlpool and soothe every spirit fallen into annihilation. At last, you will prove the existence of the self and show that everything holds meaning.
+One day, you will stand face to face with that dark celestial body and heal the god who "exists" within this world.
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 ==== Executor of Vengeance ====
+Information of the commission sinks into the depths of the crystal, delivering precise and unambiguous coordinates. You navigate through the shielding of the cognitive recognition field, purchase a ticket to the outskirts of the city and access rights to ten cubic meters of oxygen before ascending the creaky stairs to the rickety apartment. An Intellitron with less than 10,000 system hours of runtime — a young man. Is it a vendetta, a love affair, or a business feud? You pass through the quarantine door, gun aimed squarely at his brow.
+Confused, his logic circuits rapidly process the situation. He knows who is trying to kill him — and why. So, he pays you handsomely. You return with a core and leave with two heads. If revenge breeds more revenge, then let death end the chain of hatred. It's not curiosity driving you. You're merely fulfilling their wishes.
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 ==== Relative Tracer ====
+What a magnificent aphorism — the concept of "relative cognition" lost to history. You became a devout disciple of this bygone school of thought when you clutched that straw as your ego fell. You know that so-called reality is merely an island formed amidst chaotic cognitive fluid, and that the world will shift according to your imagination as long as your beliefs are transformed.
+You are no longer swayed by fancy words, choosing instead to heed the maxims that explain everything. You map your world onto a canvas devoid of abstract concepts, of gravitational forces that rend the heavens, and of absolute truths. Instead, there are only malleable cognition and the void. When you open your eyes, the world comes into being. When you close them, the world vanishes.
+They scoff at your sophistry and deem you mad, so you no longer listen to their voices and kill them within your world.
 [[divergent:nihility.extrapolation.rt|Extrapolation Rewind]]