18th Atrocity - What If I Nurse This Infection? Maybe The Worse Is Behind.
[Action | Saturday | 1765 Beaver Street]
[Catching Red Mage outside doing some inane house hold chore.]
Hey, jerk! Let's go, I got a murder plot... I mean side quest and you get the privilege of tagging along with me. I hear they are handing out... uh... treasures or something at the end of it.
[Red Mage isn't wearing his gear. The lack of excitement is also a huge tip off.]
I'm sorry Mr. Evilwizardington, I don't have the slightest idea of what you are going on about.
If I don't get this yard cleaned up, though, I'll never hear the end of it from the old ball and chain.
Maybe we can go out and chat it up over some drinks another day.
[Black Mage takes a moment to contemplate this situation. Yes, Red Mage is gone. That's good.
The town took him, though, and he'll never fully understand the volcano of hate that is within Black Mage, just waiting to erupt and burn him to ash.
Black Mage still owes him one for all the terrible ideas that put Black Mage through so much suffering. This can't be how it ends for RM, it's too easy. To peaceful.
Anyone passing by or living there might see Black Mage in the front yard, screaming and stabbing the drone over and over. It doesn't matter that he's dead, it's not good enough!]
[Phone | Sunday]
You took him. You took him away from me.
How could you do this to me?
[There's a pause for heavy breathing. Black Mage is trying to contain his anger long enough to get this out.]
I was going to make him suffer. He was going to feel every bit of it as I tore apart the fabric of his existence.
He was going to witness his family, and all he ever cared about, being erased from reality itself.
HE WAS GOING TO KNOW WHAT CHOICES HE MADE THAT LEAD TO HIS ULTIMATE END AND KNOW ONLY DESPAIR!
HE WAS MINE AND YOU CANNOT HAVE HIM! HE DOES NOT GET TO FORGET!
[More breathing.]
Remember this event, powers that be.
This was your choice and now you cannot take it back.
You will relive this moment, and know where it all went wrong.
THIS IS THE FIRST DAY OF THE END OF YOUR REALITY.
[Catching Red Mage outside doing some inane house hold chore.]
Hey, jerk! Let's go, I got a murder plot... I mean side quest and you get the privilege of tagging along with me. I hear they are handing out... uh... treasures or something at the end of it.
[Red Mage isn't wearing his gear. The lack of excitement is also a huge tip off.]
I'm sorry Mr. Evilwizardington, I don't have the slightest idea of what you are going on about.
If I don't get this yard cleaned up, though, I'll never hear the end of it from the old ball and chain.
Maybe we can go out and chat it up over some drinks another day.
[Black Mage takes a moment to contemplate this situation. Yes, Red Mage is gone. That's good.
The town took him, though, and he'll never fully understand the volcano of hate that is within Black Mage, just waiting to erupt and burn him to ash.
Black Mage still owes him one for all the terrible ideas that put Black Mage through so much suffering. This can't be how it ends for RM, it's too easy. To peaceful.
Anyone passing by or living there might see Black Mage in the front yard, screaming and stabbing the drone over and over. It doesn't matter that he's dead, it's not good enough!]
[Phone | Sunday]
You took him. You took him away from me.
How could you do this to me?
[There's a pause for heavy breathing. Black Mage is trying to contain his anger long enough to get this out.]
I was going to make him suffer. He was going to feel every bit of it as I tore apart the fabric of his existence.
He was going to witness his family, and all he ever cared about, being erased from reality itself.
HE WAS GOING TO KNOW WHAT CHOICES HE MADE THAT LEAD TO HIS ULTIMATE END AND KNOW ONLY DESPAIR!
HE WAS MINE AND YOU CANNOT HAVE HIM! HE DOES NOT GET TO FORGET!
[More breathing.]
Remember this event, powers that be.
This was your choice and now you cannot take it back.
You will relive this moment, and know where it all went wrong.
THIS IS THE FIRST DAY OF THE END OF YOUR REALITY.