Backstowy
Rumors say that Halloween brings back the murdered souls back to life. On this day it is said the legendary shitposter of apocalypse shall rise from the graves and haunt OT as ages before foretold. While lords laugh at their palaces, the denizens hide in fear, terrified to show signs of life to the merciless undead. Even OT's royal scientist was not going to risk his breath with the undead. However, he knew these charades had to stop.
The decision was met at an impasse in the Royal OT Society, but a voice has eventually came forth. New denizens be chosen for their for ignorance of this day, two denizens be chosen at the mercy of the straws, and executioner Zekks, the soul riddled with deaths of many. New denizens shall serve the front, three denizens serve as wise. Zekks alone serves as death to most fearsome undead.
So shall these unfortunate souls go in the dead of night, searching for this evil that brings terror to the land of OT. Little do they know that death awaits them all . . .
Rumors say that Halloween brings back the murdered souls back to life. On this day it is said the legendary shitposter of apocalypse shall rise from the graves and haunt OT as ages before foretold. While lords laugh at their palaces, the denizens hide in fear, terrified to show signs of life to the merciless undead. Even OT's royal scientist was not going to risk his breath with the undead. However, he knew these charades had to stop.
The decision was met at an impasse in the Royal OT Society, but a voice has eventually came forth. New denizens be chosen for their for ignorance of this day, two denizens be chosen at the mercy of the straws, and executioner Zekks, the soul riddled with deaths of many. New denizens shall serve the front, three denizens serve as wise. Zekks alone serves as death to most fearsome undead.
So shall these unfortunate souls go in the dead of night, searching for this evil that brings terror to the land of OT. Little do they know that death awaits them all . . .
Part II
On the cold night lit up by the sharp crescent moon, a group of seven went to end the tragedies the struck this land years prior. Death lurks in their shadows, waiting for one to fall behind. As midnight neared, they hurried and hurried, leaving two behind. A chill went down their spines as they looked back, "Hey, where did Alexkuzi and Enetro go?". Suddenly silence was broken by a loud shriek, closely stalked by the sudden realization that it has started. The group arrived to a puddle of blood and the gruesome image of Alexkuzi's skin laying flat on the ground
Separate more they shall, die they shall. Therefore band together they shall. Is death really so unforgiving?
On the cold night lit up by the sharp crescent moon, a group of seven went to end the tragedies the struck this land years prior. Death lurks in their shadows, waiting for one to fall behind. As midnight neared, they hurried and hurried, leaving two behind. A chill went down their spines as they looked back, "Hey, where did Alexkuzi and Enetro go?". Suddenly silence was broken by a loud shriek, closely stalked by the sudden realization that it has started. The group arrived to a puddle of blood and the gruesome image of Alexkuzi's skin laying flat on the ground
Separate more they shall, die they shall. Therefore band together they shall. Is death really so unforgiving?
Final Part
Four souls remain and death is lurking. Looks like two was not enough, the reaper is hungry for more. A shadow creeps from behind and the wind suddenly break the silence and trees shake amok. The four slowly turn around, expecting to see their worst nightmares before them. The sharp crescent moon hides itself from the terrifying sight. Death itself now stares them down through their eyes and skull, even through their shaking bones. In the distance the clock tower is heard playing the song of death. Grains of sand in the hourglass of life start falling down as the executioner steps up, abandoning all fear. Attacking with all might, death only laughs-- to take a cruel taste. Cut clean through, the brave soul struggles to cling to the last breaths of his miserable being. He finally whispers his last breath, "fuck my life". With the executioner gone, the rest are just rotting corpses, ready for death's harvest.
Horrified in shock the remaining three are. The song of death is now playing fiercely, as death approaches dragging the sharp blade against the lifeless ground. With time so unforgiving, a noble soul decides to be the sacrifice for the other two. The hourglass of life still offers a few more grains of sand, so it is not up for debate. With the two souls running away, death takes the bait. Last words they hear are the same ones that echo'd throughout the land for much of recent time, "I love spaghetti with bolognese sauce. It's one of my fa---*". The painful song of death stops early.
The more they run, the longer they are hunted. Eternal death awaits all. Give up they shall soon enough.
Four souls remain and death is lurking. Looks like two was not enough, the reaper is hungry for more. A shadow creeps from behind and the wind suddenly break the silence and trees shake amok. The four slowly turn around, expecting to see their worst nightmares before them. The sharp crescent moon hides itself from the terrifying sight. Death itself now stares them down through their eyes and skull, even through their shaking bones. In the distance the clock tower is heard playing the song of death. Grains of sand in the hourglass of life start falling down as the executioner steps up, abandoning all fear. Attacking with all might, death only laughs-- to take a cruel taste. Cut clean through, the brave soul struggles to cling to the last breaths of his miserable being. He finally whispers his last breath, "fuck my life". With the executioner gone, the rest are just rotting corpses, ready for death's harvest.
Horrified in shock the remaining three are. The song of death is now playing fiercely, as death approaches dragging the sharp blade against the lifeless ground. With time so unforgiving, a noble soul decides to be the sacrifice for the other two. The hourglass of life still offers a few more grains of sand, so it is not up for debate. With the two souls running away, death takes the bait. Last words they hear are the same ones that echo'd throughout the land for much of recent time, "I love spaghetti with bolognese sauce. It's one of my fa---*". The painful song of death stops early.
The more they run, the longer they are hunted. Eternal death awaits all. Give up they shall soon enough.
