So we are already dead, our world isn't real, and everything is fucked. Kind of a bummer way to end the campaign, especially once we realized how goddamn shitty we were for treating our version of Stanley like a tool after he tried to save us from death.
So we all burn a shitload of Luck and ask Adam: if we burn of the island for fuel, if we sacrifice the rest of the dream, can we manifest our Evas in the real world?
He says yes, but not for very long. And once we run out of juice, there wont be anywhere to go back to. Adam will be expended, and forced into deep hibernation, unable to take any further action for millenia as he regenerates again.
We agree.
So, from Stanley's perspective, he starts third impact and makes a wish to save his friends. It works for a few beautiful moments, and he can see it working, before it fails and collapses before his very eyes. And then, as the Final Angel breaks into the chamber and he thinks all hope is lost... the ghosts of his goddamn friends come to his rescue and manage to swing the fight.
My Visionary was the first to die. Chest got popped like a balloon from a laser, and then I cease to be. The Athlete chick got super crippled and, realizing that she couldn't contribute to the fight anymore, intentionally let herself cease to exist so that the two Evas still at fighting strength could have more juice and time for the fight (the GM told us we were drawing from a shared power pool). The remaining two Evas, plus Stanley, managed to break through the Absolute Defense and kill the core.
Which left just enough time for a touching goodbye from our two survivors before we left that kid alone in the bottom of Nerv, victorious but having lost his friends twice in the same day.
I'm sure my story doesn't really do it justice, but it was an emotional rollercoaster. We all died the true death, but it only seemed fair to save Stanley in the process after all he did for us.