Dryunya wrote:There was one more fact that, for some reason, didn't make it into the reasoning list: the GMs can't make the world end.
Ahem.
We can't make the
real world end.
However, metafictionally, the world of The Wall Will Fall is not the real world; it's a fictional world that played out with the real world as its setting.
We were (and still are, technically, although to invoke it now would simply be Diabolus Ex Machina) quite capable of ending the fictional world of The Wall Will Fall. What artifacts of this fictional world that would have echoes in this real world (read: archives of blog posts and the like), that's something to muse on, but not something that we'd give firm confirmation or denial of.
Now, again speaking metafictionally, it's not something that we, as puppet masters and the authors of the world of The Wall Will Fall, wanted to do. It would have admittedly been a
remarkably unfulfilling ending. It would have been unsatisfactory for us as much as it would have been for you. But keep in mind that there's a huge gulf between something that we wouldn't want to do and something that we couldn't do.
Dryunya wrote:Rick Healey wrote:We even had plans for each variation of that alternative (for example, what happens if Juliet was sent back but Romeo stayed). But to steal a quote, nobody gets told what could have happened.
Wait a second, I thought they were bound to each other and could only be refictionalized together.
It would have taken some seriously good work to pull it off, admittedly. Among other things, there had to be some way to break their bounds irrevocably... but you guys were on your way to pulling that off, weren't you?
Dryunya wrote:And since we're talking about the bad endings, what would you do if we really, really sucked? Like, all flipped out and left, or didn't write a single decent Cthulhu fic? Were there any definite "lose conditions"?
I believe I've essentially answered this one above.
I smiled when the wall was built, for I knew we were creating something incredible. And I smiled when it cracked, for the world would soon see what we had wrought.