Literally the log for mannequins: "Each sinner was torn apart joint by joint, their broken and shattered limbs shoved into hollow statues, starting them to life as the flesh and blood of Mannequins. The gift of death is a rare privilege in Hell, so sinners who attempted to control their fate now lie in eternal agony, unable to now control even their own bodies, which now continue to carry on the same punishment to other unfortunate fools." Just gonna leave it here
It kind of fits for sinners of violence. You killed and fought everyone you could, you chose this and you must now have the limbs you used to ruin life with shall be ripped from you. You shall live, lost and hopeless for what you did.
It's not only fitting in an aesthetic sense, but also in a kind of lore sense, as the speech is eerily reminiscent of how it feels to be trapped in the Garden of Forking paths. Afton is in Layer 7.
Henry Prime: A man whose actions inadvertently caused a long chain of tragedies, and who dove into Hell Itself to try to do anything that might be able to put an end to the suffering, only to become imprisoned by the Council.
Wow, this actually kinda fits, specially the Afton part. I think the original is more "epic" and "grandiose", a proper final dot to everything, but then again, FNaF didn't end there. I'm not up with Ultrakill's new stuff since I lost my PC, but I like this more calm and melancholic feel the song added.
The music box solo right when he talks about Elizabeth is so perfect. There are a bunch of tonal shifts in both the speech and song that sync up perfectly.
This man dropped one of the hardest fucking final monologues I've ever heard, only for a petty ghost girl to render all his efforts meaningless by keeping the 1 person that needed to be obliterated alive.
After a final duel between Gabriel and the machine that had both taken everything from him and sent him down a path of free will, the angel sat on his knees in the blood-covered snow, grasping at the bullet hole in his stomach. The machine stood there, its marksman pistol aimed directly at a being who it only saw as yet another source of blood. Its emotionless software didn't understand Gabriel's defeated yet purpose-filled words as it tossed four coins into the air for what felt like the thousandth time, yet, it failed to shoot the coins like it did every time before. A booming voice made both the machine and Gabriel look around, but the source of it eluded them. I'm sorry to interrupt you, V1. If you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been chasing phantoms. You are not here to gorge yourself on the blood of sinners, angels, and machines alike. Nor, have you been called into this eternal pit to fulfill your purpose. Although, you have indeed fulfilled a purpose. All of you machines have. You were called into a labyrinth of suffering and decay, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of sinners in some unseen chamber. Always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But, you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave angel. Who somehow found out the truth about all of this. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered. And the memory of everything that started this. Can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you demons trapped in the corridors. Be still, and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and, perhaps, more, Waiting for you after the fire is gone. Although, for one of you. The darkest part of this infernal pit has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep yourself waiting, old friend. My son, if you can hear me. I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day. The day you were hung out and left to die. No one was there to lift you up in their arms. The way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you? I should have known, you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not my son. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried the crosses of. This ends. For all of us. Take care."
During the departure of the angels after the Disappearance of God, many sinners attempted to escape the Violence layer, braving the labyrinth that lay at its edges, thinking they could find a way out in the absence of Heaven's wardens. The fools who attempted would realize far too late that angels were not all that kept them from freedom, as the Garden of Forking Paths is no ordinary labyrinth, but with malicious intent, overseen with cunning cruelty. The halls, similar enough to give no sense of direction, but different enough to grant no familiarity, would eventually exhaust each escapee, and as they fell into a deep sleep, their metamorphosis began. Each sinner was torn apart joint by joint, their broken and shattered limbs shoved into hollow statues, starting them to life as the flesh and blood of Mannequins. The gift of death is a rare privilege in Hell, so sinners who attempted to control their fate now lie in eternal agony, unable to now control even their own bodies, which now continue to carry on the same punishment to other unfortunate fools.
How does the music immidiately stop being menacing the moment he talks about his daughter, and then once he's done immidiately go back to being menacing?
Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although you have indeed been called. You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well, I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors: Be still and give up your spirits, they don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest. For you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication.
The original music is simply perfect, im sorry. This doesnt pack the same punch at all. Not by a long shot. The world looks white is a cool song, but it dont fit this speech!!
I think it depends. The sense that this variation completely changes the vibe. It's a lot more melancholic, much less of a "Triumphant end where we burn the entire franchise to the ground" and more "We're finally done with this.. Even though later we'll find out it's not really the end"