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Spoilers for act 5 of Warhammer 40k: Rogue trader!!!!

So, the scene with the different versions of the RT right? I'm not quite sure what the lore reason for the sudden merging of realities was, but I'm not complaining just to be clear. I went Iconoclast for my first run, so maybe you get different versions, depending on which path you take. But the Glorious version???? She's living in my head rent free. Just imagine, you get pulled out of your own life abruptly and are thrust into the position of rogue trader of a burning protectorate, while all the people who could have supported you along the way are dead. You're on your own, at best people fear and/or respect you, at worst they want you dead or to use you. And still you manage to put out all the fires and even come out better for it at the end, of course you'd develop a massive ego. You're still alone, you have no true friends to speak of, but you clearly don't need them. All this you managed on your own. Then suddenly, on your way to claim your biggest trophy yet, you're confronted with three different versions of you. The kicker? You're the only one standing all alone. Look! There's the people you saw die, that left you to fend for yourself. One of them has a whole squad to back them up! Even a full on heretic at least has one person with her. Among the big group, one of them sneers at you and calls you the epitome of everything detestable about Rogue Traders. The version of you with the big retinue looks you in the eyes and tells you she pities you. (I have a hc that my rt is a really sociable gal, so this hits extra hard for the glorious version, even if she tells herself she doesn't need anyone). How dare she?! She should be grovelling before you. She needed all those people to achieve the same things you did. Of course you agree to kill her first. And then... And then of course you're defeated, because you were outnumbered from the start, because here you can't hide behind your glory and riches. You die on the cold stones of a reality that isn't even your own, at the hands of those that call every version but you, friend.


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