End of Night 12
WAR sat quietly in the room, watching the ongoing duel through the looking glass. Witty banter was surely being exchanged. WAR's projection of himself was, of course, winning the duel. WAR calmly stroked his chin. Victory was nigh. The town was almost destroyed, their task almost complete. Two of his brethren had fallen, but fortunately WAR knew someone who could change that. The duel was just beginning to get exciting when WAR sensed a presence enter the room.
"Who goes there?"
The shadow did not answer.
"How did you get in here, anyways?"
Again, the shadow did not answer.
"You do realize who I am, right? A flick of the wrist and you're as good as dead."
After a few moments, the shadow responded.
"I recognized your foul stench from a mile away. You are WAR, and I will kill you."
WAR snickered.
"I'd like to see you try."
The shadow smiled, although WAR could not see it.
"Then let us dance the deadly dance." The shadow laid a prerecorded audio track down on the floor where he now stood, then stealthily made his way around the room, so that he was now behind WAR, who still stared ahead.
"Come out of there and fight like a man," challenged WAR, facing in the wrong direction to issue such a challenge.
The audio track responded.
"I am sick and tired of your games, WAR. My master and I have labored diligently in our efforts to ensnare you and your brothers in our trap. Months of careful planning are finally paying off."
"I don't know what you're talking about. What master? Who are you?"
"The world will not fall to you. It will not be destroyed. It will survive. We cannot allow you and your petty ambitions to get in the way of our plans. If that means killing PESTILENCE, so be it. If that means killing FAMINE, so be it. If that means killing WAR, so be it."
"WHO ARE YOU? I AM WAR, ONE OF THE FOUR HORSEMAN OF THE APOCALYPSE. NO MORTAL CAN SLAY ME. YOU ARE DOOMED. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GETTING YOURSELF INTO, BOY."
"We will kill all three of you without mercy, without regret, without compassion, as you would do the same to us and all others on the planet."
"Three? But... there are four of us."
That was where the track stopped. Now, the shadow answered WAR's question.
"Three. Who do you think my master is?"
WAR's face betrayed his horror and fear. He spun around towards the sound of the voice, but it was too late.
The shadow swung his
scythe at WAR. It was the last thing the horseman would ever see.
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The next morning, only four were left. Zack, johnhughthom, mayor, Verarde. The only survivors of the bloodbath.
johnhughthom stepped forward towards Zack's pedestal, placing WAR's head down on the ground, then kneeling in respect.
"I have completed the task, master. The horsemen are eliminated. The other... unexpected... threats are eliminated. We have won."
A smile spread of Zack's face, and he began clapping.
"Congratulations. You've done it. The killers have been eliminated. The party is safe. The town is safe. We are all safe."
johnhughthom, mayor, and Verarde smiled.
"Now, who's ready to party?"
ALIVE:
4 / 35
johnhughthom --
Zack III, Loyal to the
Town
mayor
Verarde
Zack --
Death
DEAD:
31 / 35
BSmith1068
robbiecon
JoanK
Warman
NedimNapoleon
Gone 3 the Celt
azzaman333
choxorn --
Zack I, Loyal to the
Town
GhostWriter16 --
Communist, Loyal to the
Town
Mat93
Dreadnought
Joecoolyo
atheotes --
Magician, Loyal to the
Town
DaveShack
Visorslash
Dumanios
Mergle
SamSniped --
Zack II, Loyal to the
Town
spaceman98 --
Nazi
BigTin
topsecret --
Nazi
CivCube
NinjaCow64 --
PESTILENCE
mechaerik --
Communist, Loyal to the
Town
Kennigit
Takhisis --
Nazi
MartinLuther --
FAMINE
Xenoneb --
Nazi
The Black Knigh --
Communist, Loyal to the
Town
classical_hero
Buddhafish --
WAR