HOLY SHIT.

SHE.

KILLED.

FUCKING.

EVERYONE.

No.


No.



No.




Fuck no.





Fuck the Cow.






I'm repressing this. This never happened.








She killed fucking EVERYONE.











This is me reliving the nightmare of an ending that was the conclusion of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series. No, author. Bad. BAD. BAD GIRL. YOU DON'T KILL EVERYONE. YOU JUST DON'T DO IT.













Chapter 104 is officially repressed. It didn't happen. I never heard about it. IT NEVER HAPPENED. Winry and Pinako; the Armstrong siblings; Paninya and Garfiel; Lion King and Donkey Kong: all fine. Everyone is safe and sound. I never saw the dead bodies of Gracia and Elicia Hughes lying in the street.