From 887ded2234021b75bd74c8c262376c6a467d1eeb Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: mc776 <24984517+mc776@users.noreply.github.com>
Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2023 11:44:33 -0700
Subject: [PATCH 1/2] dehacked: revise E4 endtext.

This started as an attempt to think through how to make the last stretch of E4M8 look a little more like the inside of a spaceship, when it occurred to me that it's very possible to end up with a lot of monsters still alive inside what appears on the map to be the body of the spaceship - so what happens with them? How do you relax with them banging down the door the whole way home?

This describes them fleeing the ship in the immediate aftermath of hitting the exit switch.
---
 lumps/dehacked/dehacked.txt | 15 ++++++++-------
 1 file changed, 8 insertions(+), 7 deletions(-)

diff --git a/lumps/dehacked/dehacked.txt b/lumps/dehacked/dehacked.txt
index 19aa1588..fe2437d4 100644
--- a/lumps/dehacked/dehacked.txt
+++ b/lumps/dehacked/dehacked.txt
@@ -468,14 +468,15 @@ E3TEXT = The abomination explodes into oblivion.\n\
          Wherever or whatever that is, you pray\n\
          to any listening deity that there's\n\
          a working ship on the other side.
-E4TEXT = After yet another army of monsters\n\
-         you manage to find a functioning ship.\n\
-         Looks like freedom is yours.\n\n\
-         You practically melt into the soft\n\
-         pilot's seat, a luxurious welcome\n\
-         as you leave this wretched rock.\n\n\
+E4TEXT = Suppressive fire saturates the hallway as\n\
+         the survivors flee the ship. Staying to kill\n\
+         you would only strand them in cold space.\n\n\
+         Fifty-nine. Fifty-eight. Fifty-seven...\n\
+         You melt into the soft pilot's seat, the\n\
+         auto-announcer an assembly of angels\n\
+         delivering you from this wretched rock.\n\n\
          The ship rumbles as she wakes up;\n\
-         you think of Earth as she lifts off.\n\n\
+         you think of Earth as she lifts off.\n\
          Hopefully AGM won't find you there:\n\
          they've got the outbreak to deal with,\n\
          so that'll give you some time.\n\n\

From fdc85b983d881abbd05438f8151f83a6193bcfd2 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: mc776 <24984517+mc776@users.noreply.github.com>
Date: Tue, 5 Sep 2023 00:34:58 -0700
Subject: [PATCH 2/2] dehacked: explain why they're fleeing the ship.

It's obvious none of the monsters would be able to pilot this thing, right?
---
 lumps/dehacked/dehacked.txt | 13 +++++++------
 1 file changed, 7 insertions(+), 6 deletions(-)

diff --git a/lumps/dehacked/dehacked.txt b/lumps/dehacked/dehacked.txt
index fe2437d4..64359f2a 100644
--- a/lumps/dehacked/dehacked.txt
+++ b/lumps/dehacked/dehacked.txt
@@ -468,12 +468,13 @@ E3TEXT = The abomination explodes into oblivion.\n\
          Wherever or whatever that is, you pray\n\
          to any listening deity that there's\n\
          a working ship on the other side.
-E4TEXT = Suppressive fire saturates the hallway as\n\
-         the survivors flee the ship. Staying to kill\n\
-         you would only strand them in cold space.\n\n\
-         Fifty-nine. Fifty-eight. Fifty-seven...\n\
-         You melt into the soft pilot's seat, the\n\
-         auto-announcer an assembly of angels\n\
+E4TEXT = Suppressing fire echoes above as the last\n\
+         survivors flee the ship. The launch process\n\
+         is irreversible: killing you now would only\n\
+         bring a slow death drifting through space.\n\n\
+         Fifty-nine. Fifty-eight. Fifty-seven. .  .\n\
+         You melt into the pilot's seat, lost in the\n\
+         voice of an automated assembly of angels\n\
          delivering you from this wretched rock.\n\n\
          The ship rumbles as she wakes up;\n\
          you think of Earth as she lifts off.\n\