Something Akin To An Epilogue

In which nothing more need really be said about anything, ever

In the dark depths (or heights, depending on your point of view) of space, where the stars lie scattered and brilliant across the black expanse of the eternal night like the prized pin collection of one insignificant Stanley, black velvet rolls unwrapped, someone spoke.

YOUR MOVE, MISTER DHAMPYR.

There was a sound of clattering dice. "Thirteen," said a transparent figure, visible, it seemed, only where starlight reflected off a not-surface. "Again." There was a small clicking noise as his fingers set something indistinct down on The Board.

He drew his hand away, and the shape of his piece was revealed. Death observed the little silver bowler hat for a while, and looked at the tall, ominous looking ghost of a mad wizard vampire, who was sitting - if sitting is the right word - it isn't - across from him.

I AM AFRAID, said the seven foot tall, skeletal anthromorphic personification wrapped in fabric woven from Darkness with a capital D that represented the Last Gate, THAT YOU HAVE LANDED ON MY HOTEL, AT THE BOARDWALK. THAT WILL BE $400, PLEASE.

In the dark depths of space, where the stars lie scattered and brilliant across the black expanse of eternal light...

There was and will be the faint, impossible sound of someone swearing, and the louder, even more impossible sound of bony fingers throwing dice.

Forever. Which is really just as it should be.

THE END

A/N:

Bwahahahaah!!! Hahaha!!!!! MwahahAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! &c.

Yrs. Sincerely,

The Author

P.S. Time to test your Discly knowledge (again)! Does anyone reading this know why Jamie is not, technically speaking, an entirely original character?

P.P.S Formatting is fixed. Or, at least, I tried. If it's messed up now, it's messed up forever, okay?