Noli me Tangere
Alternative Endings
Active members: Reese Caden Josh Ronquillo Jeremiah Benedict Calunod Palomaria Luis Gabrielle Isaac Morgan Tong
Europe, 18XX
They think the river swallowed me whole. Let them believe the Ghost of San Diego is dead... Elias...
Café de Madrid
My GOD… crisistomo? is it truly you?
My brother, Crisostomo died in that water. Call me Pedro. We have work to do
Ibarra, under the alias of “Pedro”, with his fellow compatriots heavily pushed for reforms, fought for his people’s rights
We do not ask for separation! We simply ask for equality! Representation in the cortes, public education, and an end to the friars’ corruption!
This “Pedro” speaks of reform, but his ink is dipped in rebellion! Strike them down now, Your Excellency! Before their words turn into rifles!
As his name suggests, Pedro became the ‘rock’, the foundation of something greater ahead.
and so... The propaganda movement spread
Far enough to reach the friars...
Pay no attention to those filth. Listen only to me, who was ordained by the Lord Almighty!
ENTER! DON’T LET ANYONE ESCAPE!
Heresy, heresy.
Quick!! Through this alley.
We’ve been found!!
Despite being on the run, Ibarra kept correspondence with a fellow member of the movement. And one day the companion visited Ibarra, breathless from sprinting.
The warrants are active across the city. We must scatter tonight. But... this reache me through a merchant vessel sent via Tiya Isabel.
“They told her you were killed. She gave up everything... she has taken the veil and vanished behind the stone walls of the convent.
Ibarra’s heart hardened. The grief transformed into a terrifying fit of rage. His hands shook as he tore the letter apart.
Like the mirror in front him, Ibarra was shattered, fragmented, torn apart. He realized that he had to do something, anything...
When even those who claim to follow San Pedro themselves still commit sin, what was the point of Jesus changing his name?
Reason built nothing... and Ink saved no one... If they worship only gold and fear only blood... I will give them both.
Many years later...
Keep your speeches and your petitions. I require crates of rifles, black powder, and absolute discretion
A dangerous
An inferno
investment, Señor. What are you planning to make with all this firepower?
“Hold on a little longer, My dear Maria.. I will burn their gilded world to ash... and build your freedom from its ruins”