>>5795087The sun gleams brilliantly upon the White House, casting long shadows over the manicured lawns. As you walk towards the historic building, the weight of the events that have transpired settles upon you. But it's a weight you carry with pride, for your brigade's valor and sacrifices are now known throughout the nation! Inside, the opulent halls echo with soft murmurs and whispers, the atmosphere electric with anticipation. You can sense the admiration in the eyes of those who look your way, and as you glance back at your brigade, you can see the pride reflecting in theirs. As you're ushered into the Oval Office, President Alexandria Ocasio Cortez stands to greet you. "Welcome," she says, her voice warm and sincere, "our nation owes you a debt of gratitude." One by one, she presents you and your team with medals of honor, a symbol of the country's appreciation. However, even amidst the accolades, her brow is furrowed with concern. Once the formalities are over, she leans in, voice hushed. "The neo-fascists couldn't have cloned Trump by themselves. Our intel suggests they had help. Russian cloning technology, most likely sent by Vladimir Putin." Your heart sinks a little, realizing that this victory, as significant as it is, might just be the tip of the iceberg. The tentacles of this conspiracy seem to stretch further than you had imagined. "We'll need to remain vigilant," she continues, "One day, we may call upon you again to defend our nation from these shadowy threats." The gravity of the situation isn't lost on you, but you nod firmly. "We'll be ready, Madam President. My brigade and I will always stand to protect the values that America holds dear." The President smiles, "For now, though, celebrate your success. You've earned it." Exiting the White House, the brigade gathers, medals shining on their chests. The weight of future responsibilities may loom large, but for now, you choose to focus on the present. Laughter, camaraderie, and the shared joy of victory wrap around you like a comforting blanket. Luka suggests, "Let's celebrate in style! Dinner, dancing, a night on the town!" Astolfo, ever the playful one, chimes in, "And maybe some karaoke!" Felix laughs, "I'd pay to see you sing, Astolfo-chan!" And so, amidst laughter and lighthearted banter, you and your brigade venture into the city, ready to relish in the moments of joy that come after a hard-fought victory. For tomorrow may bring new challenges, but today, the sun shines bright on America's heroes: the Trans Girl Battle Brigade!
>GOOD END 
