“Two players. Two sides. One is light, one is dark” – John Locke
Night has fallen once again on the death-ravaged Jaystowne: Tonight feels different, though…it feels…hopeful. Despite the massive amounts of casualties, the remaining villagers know that they will survive…or will they?
Dagny believes they will; though, as is typical with women’s intuition, she’s wrong (OH SNAP).
She approaches Corvi’s house with a wry smile upon her face, one that only a cunning and deceitful person can pull off.
Slowly and unsurely, Corvi opens the door. He breathes a sigh of relief when he realizes who is at the door. Though, in his surprise, he forgot to hide the two dolls he was playing with at the time.
“Come in…get out of the open.”
“So, Corvi…I have an idea on how we can get out of this mess. But, I’m going to need your help...are those…dolls?”
“Dolls? Noooo….they are action figures! Anyway…of course. We’re all here to help, right? I mean…bacon bacon bacon bacon bacon sausage pancakes I have a crush on NAN ham Canadian bacon bacon bacon bacon eggs waffles frenchtoast NANcakes mmm NANcakes…” Corvi’s eyes glazed over as drool dripped from his agape mouth.
“Sorry…where were we?”
“My plan.” Dagny was growing impatient.
“Ah yes…what do we do? Take the sword to twc or mike?”
“Well…” dagny trailed off, if she were anyone else her hesitation would have possibly been caused by slight remorse for what she was about to do, but since dagny is completely incapable of remorse, the delay was far more sinister…”quite simply Corvi, all that you need to do is DIE!”
Ice shot from dagny’s hands, fed by her cold, cold heart and froze Corvi solid. She kicked over the newly created ice statue and it shattered, spreading bits of frozen Corvi across the room.
Dagny, despite being wrong once again, was quite satisfied with herself.
“Oh well, I’ll just get it right tomorrow!” She exclaimed as she walked out of Corvi’s house into the night.
“And, you see, dagny…that’s where you are wrong. For you, there won’t be a tomorrow,” a disembodied voice taunts her.
“What? Who’s there?”
“Your end,” the voice says calmly.
With all of her magical energy spent, dagny takes off running and crying for help.
“Where are you going? You can’t escape me.”
“WHO ARE YOU?! WHERE ARE YOU?!”
“Why…I’m right here.”
A hooded figure appears immediately ahead of dagny, which causes her to lose her balance and trip face first.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this moment, dagny. You have no idea.”
“NO! IT CAN’T END LIKE THIS!” she began to sob uncontrollably.
“End?” The voice let out a hideous laugh. “No no no, my dear…this is not the end. You just have company to join,” he points his hand to the treeline, where the corpses of Azkar and IE are laying. “You see, sweetheart, it appears as if your former lover has found a new lover.” He smiles.
“WHAT?! AND YOU WANT WHAT WITH ME?”
“I…I want nothing with you. They…they, however, want you to join them. In death and in dirty, dirty undead love.”
Dagny began to heave and vomit. And in that moment, the hooded man pulled out his short sword and drove it into dagny’s back, severing her spine.
He grabbed her still twitching body and carried it over to where Azkar and IE lay naked and dead and took great delight throwing the corpse on top of the other two bodies and chuckled when he noticed that dagny’s twitching body made it look like she was actually into it.
“It is done…enjoy eternity this way.”
Meanwhile, on the other side of town…
MikeEnIke sat, bathed in white light, ready to defend himself. He never had to, and much like the jousting team of Philadelphiatown, He couldn’t quite win it all…
The game is over! See you in the post-game! Where I can finally explain what happened!