The Confession -

Connor:

I’m not your world’s Connor Morgan.

I’m a Connor from another timeline.

My boy Lee left with a small group of Voodoopunks to explore a little

alternate dimension they discovered.

Let me explain

In my world Arcadia Corp never figured out

How to travel to Elysium wherever thereabouts

They just discovered one little world then you see

A small group left to go there, including my son Lee

I swore that I would change this, oh I tried to bring him back

But he died there so I thought I’d give this tech a couple of hacks

And in another timeline, save that Lee, well if I can

And that is when the trouble all began

Choir:

It’s a long hard road from your home so nice and sweet

To the place where waits them dreams for which you dream

That road is long and winding don’t you know

Don’t you give up till you make them dreams your own

Connor:

In that second timeline I kept Lee from travelling

I killed that Connor but that’s not a real important thing

If Lee does not go to that world then something bad unfurls

This entity, Cthulhu comes, destroys the whole damn world

Every timeline I keep Lee from going there well then

Cthulhu just appears and everything thereafter ends

So then I searched for timelines where they might go elsewhere and

I found ones where Elysium becomes their promised land

In order for Elysium to be where they all go

Lloyd cannot be rescued so these VPs had to go

They cannot give a message to that monastery so

With the help of these two ladies I send them to their tombs

But these VPs have a daughter and that daughter has a son

If that son becomes an architect than my whole plan is done

But if that son is orphaned at the Balley then you see

He will then become an Alderman and this my friends is key

Choir:

It’s a long hard road from your home so nice and sweet

To the place where waits them dreams for which you dream

That road is long and winding don’t you know

Don’t you give up till you make them dreams your own

Connor:

If the son becomes an Alderman a girl named Rachael will

End up in the asylum as I must make sure she will

Rachael talks another girl named Kyla, who you’ve met

Out of suicide, without Rachael she’ll be dead

Kyla she must live because a daughter she must have

Named Rebecca but Rebecca must live in this high rise flat

Kyla steals the pendant, takes Rebecca and then leaves

But if Rebecca leaves then she will never meet The Meme

The Meme must meet Rebecca or she doesn’t stop the bugs

From feasting on Rebecca and then making her their lunch

This dialogue between The Meme and bug is crucial for

I tell you in the future there will be a great big war

When Cascadia arrives to burn this whole fair city down

The bugs take out their nukes and this is crucial for or else

They nuke the city and they nuke this whole albino tribe

If the tribe is killed, if none of them are left to be alive

The reforming of the goddess is abandoned, this is true

And a god who’s waiting for her he becomes enraged and so

He will come down here, destroy this whole entire narrative

Which cannot happen if I want my son named Lee to live

Choir:

It’s a long hard road from your home so nice and sweet

To the place where waits them dreams for which you dream

That road is long and winding don’t you know

Don’t you give up till you make them dreams your own

Connor:

There’s a timeline, where Arcadia corp discovered how

To prolong life instead of traveling to anywhere else

I’ve taken this so I can live for centuries because

It’s been through trial and error I’ve discovered how this works

Every timeline I have tried has all ended destroyed

But this time I’ve finally gotten it, this time I’m sure it works

In reverse order, three stops and four murders then you see

I will kill this world’s Connor and stop this world’s Lee

From going there, then me and Lee will live our lives and rest

It must work for I think this timeline might be all that’s left

I’m pretty sure all others close enough have been destroyed

But I say that it’s all worth it to rescue my dear boy

Choir:

It’s a long hard road from your home so nice and sweet

To the place where waits them dreams for which you dream

That road is long and winding don’t you know

Don’t you give up till you make them dreams your own