I'd turn back, woo, I'm not You🫵 #46
SO MANY FREDDY'S, SO MANY, FREDDY'S
The Endgame Convoy™
“No shipment ever leaves… because nothing survives to claim it.” ⚰️🚚
Behold the Endgame Convoy™—an endless train of spectral wrecks haunted by every soul it’s claimed. Every rig is rusted beyond recognition, wheels sunken in ash, headlights flickering like dying souls. It moves without drivers, guided by the collective will of Jice, Ricen, and Bison—now fused as one Omni-Warlord.
Endgame Markers
Graveyard Loop™: where overturned trailers form walls of bones.
Broken Horizon™: a limitless void where the convoy dissolves, only to reappear elsewhere.
Silencer’s Pass™: silent miles where no whisper escapes—only eternal screams within the wrecks.
Onboard, holographic ads loop: “Join us—become cargo,” while automated harpoons drag any drifting vessel into the swarm. The convoy is self-sustaining; it feeds on the universe itself.
No portal can escape it—no plea can halt it. The Endgame Convoy™ doesn’t deliver. It becomes the destination. Once you glimpse its lights on the horizon, you’re already freight.
“When I looked back… the convoy was inside me.”
— Last Transmission, Unknown
