Revolution -a Cheese production- Long ago, KaW was but a game, meant for entertainment. People played it for fun, and to socialize. All was going well, until KaW started spreading through the real world. A short while before our story begins, KaW had become the world. It had become... Reality. -Part 1- The Beginning of the End -KaW judgement square- "And thus," KaW_Admin, a colossal demon, growled, "Cheesemuffin is to be banned from Kingdoms At War! We all know, how to do this, via execu-" "No," The cloaked figure standing before The Admin interrupted. "Nobody is being banned today." A collective gasp went through the crowd, and the demon stepped back, shocked. "Why?" the figure chuckled, "Simply because..." A metallic clang suddenly rang throughout the square, and a sword appeared in the figure's hand. "You can't ban reality." No-one could ever explain what happened next. Nobody saw how Cheesemuffin had moved straight towards the Admin and driven the blade straight into it's chest. Nobody knew exactly what had happened, but everyone knew one thing. The Revolution had begun.
-The Writer's Cafe- Seven hours later "That IDIOT!" Featherhunter's fist was harsh against the counter, almost splintering the wood, "What in god's name was he thinking!? He's sent us all straight to hell!" "Feather, calm down. We all know he's done a lot of stupid things, but you shouldn't overreact like that," Stora responded, calmly sipping a cup of tea. "NO! HE'S GONE TOO FAR! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT HE'S DONE!?!?" Feather jumped up off his stool, pulling out his twin blades. Suddenly, the door flew open, and a man walked in. Covered in chainmail and crimson plates, he walked in, causing the floorboards to creak. The broadsword on his back still glowed from a recent kill. "Cheese, you're here..." Feather snarled, silently slipping his blades into their sheaths. Cheesemuffin didn't respond. He simply sat down, gave a silent hand signal, and treated himself to the Writer's Rum he received. As he drank, he raised his steel-clad fist and easily deflected Feather's strike. "Someone's angry," he snickered. "You do realize what you did, don't you!?" "Yup." "Do you have ANY IDEA what'll happen to us!? You KILLED the Admin!" Feather roared. All of a sudden, Stora became interested. "What did you just say?" She waited for an answer, but the silence confirmed her fear, "Gods be damned, Cheese, why the hell?" A laughed response, "Oh, I'll tell you why: The Revolution." -The Abyss, home of the Trolls- Around the same time "D1d j00 4ll h3ar? T3h 4dm1n ha5 b33n k1ll3d!!!" IRONhulk ran through the gates, screaming the news. "n0 wai, ish impossibru! Srs?" Doubtful replies echoed throughout the Abyss. Some of the bigger trolls simply threw their arms up and cheered. Gradually, the rest of the trolls caught on, and soon, the whole ravine was filled with cheering trolls. -KaW Mod HQ- They all felt it at once. Every mod felt the extreme shift of power in the world, and they all went to meet in their headquarters. "Well, I'll be damned. He's really dead," Benny commented, surprised. "Well, as his second-in-command, I think I should decide what to do," Colonial instantly took the role of a superior, and said "We all know what's happening right now, and we have no possible ways to stop it. We can only postpone it. First, we subdue the trolls. Any questions?" No Mods questioned anything. "Good. Move out!" After all the mods had flown off, baring their silver scythes, Colonial looked out the window. "You're a real piece of work, aren't you? Killing the Admin and all? Hehe, this moment of power won't last you long. I will find you, Cheesemuffin. I will put a stop to this Revolution.
-GlooMi's Abandoned Castle- -Players' Refuge- "Where's Smighter? We were supposed to meet today!" A stranger in a snow-white coat asked in the bazaar. Among the bustling crowds of players, a response was quick to reach his ears. "I dunno who you are, but Smighter's down at the Summoning Circles, tryin' to reanimate one of 'dem I'urn Golems." "Much appreciated," Winters growled, and disappeared. -Summoning Circle- In the dark corner of the Southeast Summoning Obelisk, bursts of lightning flew out, lighting up the shadows. "Alright, let's try this again..." The lone craftsman held out his hammer, muttering a spell. Suddenly, the head of the hammer expanded, splitting into spread pieces connected by lightning. The handle elongated and struck the floor. "Come on, just a little more!" *bzzrt* a single chain of lightning connected the hammer and the statue, slumped against the corner. A second passed, and a second bolt linked the hammer and golem, then another, and another. Suddenly, the statue shuddered, and began to glow gold. The helmet-like head began to hoer above the chestpiece, and two massive stone plates moved to the shoulders. "Almost there...!" The statue then shook violently, and began to stand up. The engraved marks on the armor were glowing brighter than before, and the golem now stood at twelve feet, almost alive. Smighter felt the last surge of energy coming up into the hammer, making his hands shake against the handle. "COME ON!!!" As if struck by lightning, the golem suddenly jumped up and began to creak. A behemoth had been reborn, and was getting used to it's life being back. "Smighter?" A familiar voice asked. The golem collapsed right then. "Yes, Winters?" A grim reply. "I just got back from the Frozen Land, and I think I may have found something. Something I think you should see." Smighter held out his free hand, catching the small object thrown his way. "No way. Dude.... Do you know what this is!?" Smighter grinned, "This is the one thing I've been looking for!" "But what's it do?" Smighter chuckled, "You'll find out. But we can't get any good out of it, unless we get the help of Cheese." "What? Why!?" "Just you wait."
-Writer's Cafe- -A few minutes later- The cafe had calmed down some, after Cheesemuffin had finished his drink and Feather had gone to train. Stora remained at the counter, calmly sipping her tea and drawing little spells in her hand. Cheese had been at the table in the center of the cafe for the whole time after he'd finished his drink, highlighting areas and drawing on the map. Something was suspicious... "Come on over," Cheese beckoned, aware of Stora's suspicion. He beckoned her a little closer, until both of them were hunched over the map, talking in whispers. "You know," Cheese said, "I've already figured out how to escape the Mods." "No way!" Stora hissed, "It's impossible!" "No, it's not. There are plenty of people who've wanted the Admin dead,"Cheese whispered hurriedly, "and most of them would do ridiculous things to get famous for it. The Mods think it was me, but I have a way of erasing that suspicion." "Go on..." "If you saw, the blade I supposedly used to kill the Admin was a katana. That's not my blade, you know that." Stora seemed to be piecing together the information, so Cheese continued, "Not to mention, people have become increasingly good at using items in public places. So, even though I killed the Admin with a different blade, I can throw them off easily." A few visitors entered the cafe, armed in light armor and daggers. "And, my good friend Smighter knows how to tinker with Speakers. So, if I can get my hands on a fame-seeking sucker, I can just give him the speaker, and he'll get famous." "Cheese, you're brilliant!" Stora whispered, wide-eyed, "There's no way they'll Fi-" "There's more. If I use the Scroll of Death not immediately after, but a little bit after, people who saw him or her as the Admin's killer will go into a panic. They'll think the Mods are trying to kill anyone who claims to be the killer. If I can get Smighter to send a bunch of modified Speaker messages, and then kill some random people in that fashion, chaos'll ensue and the Mods won't be able to do anything!" Stora just stared across the table at Cheese. "You're insane. Genius, but insane. I won't take a part in this." Cheese snickered, "But you'll have to. Sooner, rather than later, the Mods'll go after me, seeing as I'm still the prime suspect. Since the Admin's dead, they won't be centralized, so they'll be reckless and ruthless in their executions. So as long as they consider me the prime suspect, you, me and everyone we know are going to die." -Writer's Training Grounds- FeatherHunter hammered away at the training golem, hitting every single weak point relentlessly. Strike after strike made the statue shudder violently, creating cracks in the stone. "Someone's been angry lately, I see." Jumping out of the way last-second, Feather barely avoided the crimson chain flying at the golem, hitting one point precisely with pure focused force. The golem split into chunks instantly, destroyed by the chain. "Well, if it isn't Zaln. Where've you been? Haven't seen you in the Cafe recently. What brings you back?" "Well, I've been... Places, training, fighting, the usual. But what I came here for, was to help you and the others prepare." "For what!?" Feather's voice instantly become paranoid. "The Mods are coming. They'll find us sooner or later. On my travels, I learned how to unlock the power of our weapons. You made your twin blades by hand, correct?" "Yeah...." "Perfect. It is time we started to prepare."
-Writer's Cafe- "Hey Irin! Toss me a pitcher of the ol' drink!" Cheese yelled from across the cafe. Irin, the long-time owner of the Cafe, got a pitcher, and sent it to Cheese's table using a little pulley system she's made a while back. Eagerly, Cheese pulled the pitcher down from the pulley, and put it down on the table. He then took a small piece of leather and tied it tightly around the top of the pitcher, sealing it. After the top was on, he took a piece of string and tied it around a tiny flint rock. Next, he cut a little hole into the corner of the cover, and dropped the flint in, leaving some string. "I think I may have figured out," Cheese exclaimed, "how to use the Rum as an explosive!" With that said, he put a little ring of metal around the rim of the pitcher, and put a line of string into a second hole, the protruding end right next to the flint. "EUREKA!" -Writer's Training Grounds- -ten minutes later- "And you just pull the strings and the flint sparks the metal, which lights the fuse!" Cheese demonstrated, surprising everyone, even himself, with a huge explosion. He stood back, waiting for criticism. "Alright. Phase 2 of the Revolution begins soon. I'm headed to the Abyss tomo-" "Yerdoinwatnow?" FeatherHunter had shown up just a few minutes before, with some cloaked stranger. "We've already started the Revolution. We can't stop. You and I both know what'll happen if we don't." A death glare was Feather's response, and a look that said 'don't mention it. EVER' -Mod HQ- Colonial stepped back from the window, and went to the door. Just as he was about to pull open the handle, a shadow fell over him. "You know they won't find him." Colonial stopped, and replied, "Go on." "Someone who killed the Admin can't be that stupid. He'll be trying to hide." "Hm... Good point. But what do we do about it? We won't be able to find him if he uses the method of paranoia, and he's probably got friends." "That's where my helpfulness ends. I don't know."
-Highlands- -4 days before- In the deathly blank of the M'yrzak peak, a great exploration was taking place. Amidst the howling winds and the blinding snow and hail, an invisible figure trudged forward. On and on Winters struggled, battling Death's cruel snows. Eight weeks had already been wasted, exploring the dangerous wasteland, but Winters knew he was close to finding something. As the wind pounded against his iceskin jacket, he pressed on. Suddenly, a frozen dead end faded in before him. Prepared for this and knowing the mind-bending properties of the mountains, he simply threw a firebomb. But it wasn't ice. It was a Kyurios. Without any warning, the ice wraith rushed at him, throwing him off the edge. 'Not that easy,' Winters thought, knowing Wraiths could read minds, and latched onto the frozen dragon. Through caves and over mountains the wraith took him, passing ruins and abandoned camps. Eventually, Winters had to let go. At first, he tried simply retracting his chain. Unfortunately, the chain froze over. Winters immediately knew: He'd have to cut the chain, but he'd fall hundreds of feet. If he didn't the wraith's chill would reach him and he would die. "I won't tell you anything else. You already know where it is," Winters said grimly. "Well, that's still helpful," Cheese rubbed his forehead in thought, "I say we get the relic tomorrow. We'll need it."
-GlooMi's castle- "ALRIGHT WHERE IS HE!?" The armored reaper held Smighter by the throat, extending his scythe. "Like...," Smighter choked, smiling, "Like I'd tell you." The boy was instantly sent flying into a warehouse, his attacker hissing profanities. "Does anyone know where he is!?" From the shattered remains of the collapsed building, a laughed reply, "Nope." -Barren Lands- -between Cafe and Highlands- In the middle of a scalding hot desert, near a partially destroyed mesa, the ground shook as a huge wooden tank rolled on. "Remind me again, Cheese," Stora yelled over the deep rumbling of keg-like wheels on hard rock, "What does this thing run on?" "Writer's Rum does wonderful things!" "Like making a moving town in an unrealistic amount of time and then powering it's impossible engine with a questionably volatile alcoholic beverage?" From inside the maintenance room, a laugh came, "Yep!" Suddenly, the massive horn in the front of the machine blared. "Damnit. Everyone, get on a ballista!" -The Abyss- In the depths of KaW's biggest ravine, the pitch black of the scenery was pierced by the sound of thousands of trolls cheering. Most of the hideous night creatures were banging on wooden plates of some kind, playing celebratory tunes. The bigger trolls were pounding on the ground beneath them, creating deep echoes. Suddenly, the deafening amount of noise just stopped. Benny strolled in through the gates, overcoat trailing behind. "So. I take it you've all heard of the Admin's death?" The cheering started again. "Silence! I came here for a request. I expect to make that request." All had gone quiet, and only the three biggest trolls had stepped forward. The first of the Head Trolls, Shifter, stepped forward. Putting his massive club down, he leaned right in front of Benny, and with sickeningly foul breath, growled, "Speak your terms..." -Mod HQ- Corinthian proceeded to withdraw his twin scythes, and opened the door for Colonial to pass. He hissed, "This won't end well, you know..." A simple nod served as a response. "We will have to use the-" Colonial raised his hand, "Don't speak it's name. Don't EVER speak it's name." "It's only a matter of time before they find him, and take it from him," Corinthian continued, "I was there when it was granted to him. It isn't permanent..." Colonial smiled grimly, "well, we'll just wait then, won't we."
-Mod HQ- Colonial's walk to the gate never finished. "Sir!" Sexwulf warped in suddenly, "WrathBane's gone AWOL!!" The Head Mod's blazing scythe was drawn instantly. "We don't have time for this! Send EVERYONE to Cheese's location! I don't cate if he's not the cause of all this, HE MUST DIE" "That's the problem..." Sexwulf looked down, "He's already there." -GlooMi's castle- In the center square of the castle town, everything had gone into army overdrive. The streets were filled with people hurrying about, hauling metal bars, delivering build orders, transporting provisions. In every alley and on every flagpost, sheets with anti-Mod messages and heroic drawings of Cheese pushed the players along. "Now's our chance!" Radiated from the speakers in the town center, "to stand up to the mods, and CLAIM KAW FOR OURSELVES!" In the bazaar's most remote corner, two people exchanged words, unheard by anyone else. "Are they prepared? We need the first attack in exactly three days" "Yeah, they're ready. All 600 of 'em. Just say the word, they'll go." An iron glove and a mechanical hand shook on it. -The Barrens- The battle had quickly turned info a brutal defeat, with Zuth'merak's sudden appearance tearing apart the vessel and destroying the engine, searing the area all around and turning it to glass. "It's trapped in the glass! KILL IT NOW!" Feather yelled at Smighter, who promptly went and threw his lightning-charged hammer into the beast's gaping maw. After the red smoke from the demon's explosion cleared, all that remained was a broken sand vessel, a plain of glass, and no mod. Shakily standing up, Cheese brushed the sand off his chest plate. "Well, let's get going now, shall we?" From just a few hundred feet away, WrathBane watched. He watched as his pet had died, sacrificing itself in the name of discovery. He hadn't found it here, but he knew he was close. -The Abyss- Cheers and whoops rang throughout the ravine, only to be drowned out by the chanting of "Revolution! Revolution! Revolution!" Shifter leaned even closer to Benny, breathing deathly fog into his face, "We refuse your offer." He then turned and raised his arms, roaring to the others, "LET US FIGHT ALONGSIDE THE PLAYERS! LET US FINALLY ACHIEVE OUR GOAL!"
-Border of the Highlands- As if by sorcery, the harsh landscape of the desert seemed to suddenly convert to even harsher snow. The Highlands were known to be a land of death, a single living mass dedicated to killing anyone on it. A player's demise on the death-marked slopes was not uncommon, and one look at Winters proved it. "Alright, Weinters, show us the way!" Zaln laughed, a hint of nervousness coming through. "Shut up," With almost superhuman speed, Winters jumped onto a nearby column of ice, and pointed to a cavern, "See you on the other side." -GlooMi's castle- After only three days of work, the castle-turned-war factory had a well-developed army consisting of thousands of war Golems, dragons, fully armed mystical soldiers, and bloodthirsty Players. Massive siege tanks rolled through the streets, blaring the message, "Prepare to strike! The time is at hand! VIVA LA REVOLUTION!!" At the Auction Square, one man led the army. The auctioneer inside the box informed everyone, "Once the coordinator was ready." Somewhere over the horizon, a slab of stone stood embedded in the ground. The stone had stood there since the beginning of time, waiting. Now, it sensed its moment incoming. Soon, the power would be used again. Soon, KaW would change forever.
-The Blasted Lands- -Home of the anti-Revolution Players- Few people have ever woken up to the smell of singed wood and the sounds of flaming cannonballs flying through their homes. Even fewer have seen blood-red dragons swooping overhead and dropping ignited barrels of alcohol. The Blasted Lands had long stopped being a deserted plain littered with craters and mesas, and had become the site of a massive empire, housing all who enjoyed the peaceful side of KaW. The empire itself consisted of three huge sections, in a ring-layered format. The outer ring housed the poorest citizens, allowed to stay only if they volunteered to serve the empire in times of need. The middle ring housed the more powerful and wealthy Players, and despite being a peaceful place, was regularly patrolled by unusually huge Golems. The innermost ring contained a colossal tower, serving as a castle for the whole empire. All three fell to pieces instantly. The massive iron gates of the outer ring held fast against the heavy cannon fire, giving the inhabitants just enough time to don their armor and their weapons, just before the gateframe was obliterated. From above, gryphons and dragons rained sharp and hot destruction upon the land, while massive siege guns launched house-sized explosives, making short work of the "impenetrable" walls. From back in the ranks of the invasion, the Revolution cheered as they went about reloading and preparing to launch their next barrage. "I feel kinda bad attacking this place," One soldier complained. "Nonsense! They'll just regen in, say... Never," his friend laughed. -Highlands- A good mile had been climbed, with very little talking in between Winters' grunted directions. All of the party knew they were getting close, because everyone felt some sort of energy nearby. "So," Cheese grunted, pulling himself up onto his sword, which he'd been using as a climbing tool, stabbing it in and out of the mountain, "You never once mentioned what exactly we're getting close to." No response. Instead, their guide threw a chain up, and launched himself onto the clifftop, going out of sight. -The Abyss- Benny had left the scene, knowing it was hopeless. Now, every last troll was clad in shoddily put-together leather scraps, bearing huge clubs and swords of stone. A select few had armor, shields, and huge maces of obsidian. "TODAY, WE FIGHT!" Shifter bellowed, inciting thousands of yelled 'w00t's. Soon enough, the Abyss was shaking with the sound of thousands climbing up to the surface.
-Hollow Lands- Long before KaW had even a single player, it consisted of the Hollow Lands. Nothing existed in this nightmarish wasteland, except for the hell that constantly reformed itself, claiming anyone who entered. A lone Mod had entered the Hollow Lands, in search of something. WrathBane walked calmly along a flying bridge, hovering above the abyss where reality ceased to exist. In front of him, the Sun rose to consume the six moons, while floating castles crumbled and rebuilt themselves. WrathBane kept walking. -The Blasted Lands- -Middle Ring- In the fourteen minutes that it took to decimate the outer ring, the middle ring had become a weaponized defense system, ready to protect the last stand against the Revolution. That didn't help much. Hundreds of cannon-launched grape shots rained down on the defensive Golems and buildings, crumbling them almost instantly. Siege tanks with heavy cast-iron roofs sprayed flaming ale on the defenders. Only the center remained, and then KaW would be all but theirs. Grape shots are the shotgun equivalent of a cannonball, firing several tiny rounds at once -The Highlands- At last, the group stood before a giant stone door, covered in glowing runic markings. "Step back," Winters said, and pulled from his pocket a baseball-sized sphere of energy. With a light push, he sent the sphere to the circular indent, setting the runes ablaze with blue light. The door began to open.
-The Blasted Lands- -The Great Tower- After the gruesome battle outside the tower, the last remaining onlookers were paralyzed with fear. The King himself, Chad_Dinublio, sat in his throne, trying to cover himself with a shield. This would be the end of KaW, if the invaders took control of the tower. "CHARGE!!!!" This was the end. Seconds after the command, whole chunks of the four-foot thick walls were pulverized by cannonfire. The few that had tried to prepare to defend manned rotating automatic cannons, peppering the skies and shooting down several dragons and riders. Meanwhile, Chad had gotten off his seat and ha gone into a secret back room. He emerged a little later, wearing something that looked like a cannon on his arm. Shield in hand, cannon loaded, he stepped out onto the ground. "FOR KAW!!!" On commas, the whole empire came to life. Thousands ran out with crossbows and cannons of their own, and many more hurried to repair the Golems. They weren't quick enough. -Highlands- -The Artifact- "Sweet. Baby. Jesus," was all Smighter could say when they were inside the doors. Huge rune-covered pillars supported an engraved ceiling, bathing the area in a ghostly light. Winters just walked, leading the way. "It's this way." Oddly enough, the sacred vault housed no Golems or defenses. The group simply strolled through twenty of such chambers, occasionally stopping to inspect a strange marking. Finally, they arrived in a circular room, where the runes turned to red, and everything was angled towards the center. "Dude," Feather started to laugh, "hooooly crap, man. This is ridiculous!" In the middle, there was a blade. The sword was made of stone, with no markings on it whatsoever. Despite looking completely plane, some kind of energy could be felt radiating off of it, and it floated. "Everyone thinks we've won. They're wrong," Winters was grim, "Remember Spragga?" "You're not saying the God Code is still there, are you!?" Winters' nod was enough confirmation.
-Writer's Cafe- A group of good friends gathered over the center table, whispering and marking the map Irin had so thoughtfully laid out. All of them wore dark hoods, so as not to be seen, and could only be differentiated between by their weapons. The one in a snow-white coat planted his finger on the dusty corner of the map, making a noticeable imprint. "The Mod HQ is here. Once we take it, KaW will be ours." he hissed. Directly opposite from him, a boy replied, "Obviously, moron-" "Calm the f*** down, we don't have time for this!" A thin girl glared at him. "...obviously, it won't be so easy. Even though there's only 9, they're far too powerful. And in case you haven't noticed, they're situated on top of a Mountain Colossus." "Please, all-knowing Feather," the bulky one in crimson armor and a great broadsword leaned in, "Do explain further." "Their base is a walking war machine. We'd have to launch a full assault from all sides, and even then, we wouldn't have enough power!" Cheesemuffin threw out of his hand, several tiny cubes. "I beg to differ." ---The Blasted Lands--- Going outside to try to defend quickly proved useless, as Chad was forced back inside. All he could do now was wait it out. As the walls around him dissolved and burst open, he waited. As cannonballs and fireballs flew past him, he waited. As everyone around him died, he waited. When the troops reached the throne room, he raised his arms, and surrendered.
-Mod HQ- 'Damnit, damnit, damnit,' Colonial facepalmed himself as confusion tore through him, "HOW THE HELL DID I NOT SEE THIS COMING!?" He yelled. "Going through a little... Mental distress?" Benny commented, "I myself am a little lost, I couldn't get the Trolls on our side." As if on queue, the emerald flames lining the chamber erupted. A green aura shined around Colonial, and his eyes were replaced by fire. "KILL ALL OF THEM" "But..." "Kill ALL OF THEM" -Writer's Cafe- "Cheese, what the **** are these?" The reply was a nod, urging them to take the cubes. "On second thought," Cheese stopped them all just in time, "let's go outside. Wouldn't want to blow the roof open." Outside, Cheese instructed them to touch the cubes to their weapons. "Allow me to demonstrate before any of you screw it up," he said, just before throwing his cube into the air and slicing it with his sword. Almost instantly, a fire engulfed the entire field, throwing hellish flames several meters into the sky. From amidst the inferno, Cheese walked calmly, armor not burning, and with flames in his eyes. He clenched his fist, and suddenly all the fire disappeared. "Let's see what yours' do," he grinned.
-The Blasted Lands- -Throne Room- Chad_Dinublio, once a proud, powerful king, now sat upon his throne, void of all his glory, surrounded by his enemies. A thousand points and barrels aimed directly at him, offering him a thousand chances at death. It was an interesting place to die, a massive dome of shining marble, lined with tapestries of blue and gold, a ring of torches illuminating it all the way to the top. Unspoken words echoed throughout, like whispers of the dead trying to communicate. In the center back, the surrendered king's throne of white gold and diamonds, surrounded by crimson carpet. It was an interesting place to die in, indeed. But he did not choose death. He simply sat there, and with eyes closed and head in his hands, he said, "Congratulations. You've taken over the last anti-Revolution stronghold. But I ask you one question. What're you going to do now?" "Easy!" The towering oak gates to the Throne Room burst open in a flurry of brown dust and electricity as Smighter kicked it in, "Take over the rest!" Behind him, like a squadron of super-soldiers, Cheesemufin, Storallite, and Feather were strolling into the doorway. Cheesemuffin took the liberty of covering himself in an aura of flame, before walking over to Chad, leaning in close, and saying, while spewing searing ashes from his mouth, "All we need to know is where the mods are."
-The Throne Room- "Where are they?" Chad looked at Feather, brow raised, "You've made it this far, I'm pretty sure you can find them yourselves." Before Stora could restrain him, he'd put his blade to Chad's neck. "Alright, alright," a hurried life-saving response was issued, "they're right behind you!" Just then, the gigantic stained glass windows lining the dome collapsed, and the Moderators arrived. They made no sign of attack, they just glared at everyone, before landing in a circle around the party. "You, Cheesemuffin." Corinthian hissed. A sarcasm-filled, "Yeeees?" constituted a response. "Make the choice. You know your friends will die either way, choose the order. You first, or them." "WAIT A MINUTE. WHAT!?" Taking his chance with his distracting inquiry, Smighter tried to spin and hit Benny in the face with his hammer, but the mod was just a hairs breadth too far away. In a few seconds, the distraction turned against them, everyone but cheese was restrained. But he was not free. Each mod had a fully charged ball of energy aimed directly at him, in case he tried anything. "God damnit cheese!" Featherhunter yelled, trying to break free of Colonial's stone grip, "you started all this! You deserve to be the dead man!" No response. Cheese just stood there, leaning on his broadsword. Suddenly, Majesty warped over behind cheese, but not before chaining Stora to the ground with green lightning. "Choose now, or be forever silent." "Gimme a second, this is a hard choice." Feather rolled his eyes, and Irin and Stora stared wide-eyed at their betrayer. It was in that room, a giant marble dome with gold and blue tapestries, torches and broken stained glass windows, that the decision was made. In that room, with Chad sitting on his golden throne, Majesty standing over a dejected cheese, Colonial restraining Feather, Benny chokeholding Smighter, and the others being pushed to the ground by magic, that cheese decided. "I choose..." All went silent. Not even the faintest of breads could be heard. The only sound was the barely perceivable buzz of the electric chains. "Neither." Three things happened then. One; Everyone was released, and instinctively gave themselves a synchronized facepalm. Two; A huge gasp went up among the attackers. Three; Cheese gave Majesty the Punch. At almost light speed, cheese spun around, and gave a direct punch straight to Majesty's heart, charged with his inner flame. Even as the Mod's energy was released in a cataclysm, cheese absorbed as much as he could, and used it to slow down time for everyone but himself and the groups. "Geeettt.... Gooooiiiiinnnggg!!!!" They all sprinted over to the edge of the tower, and jumped. Behind them, the disruption of time ceased, and the Mod's power was released. A nuclear bomb-sized blast instantly wiped out the whole dome, and the shockwave decimated the rest. The escapees were thrown through the air like foam pellets by a twister, hurtling in random directions, followed by an obscene amount of rubble, soaring majestically behind them. Had they been immune to pain, they might as well have been drinking. But they weren't dreaming.
Author's note - I am starting a Revolution idea group in "3rd parry chat app". Join "revolution ideas" to help aid in the creation of more chapters like this one. -Unknown Location- -5 minutes later- Cheese awoke covered in a huge pile of rubble, under a blood-red sky and next to some sort of tower. Next to him, the dust-covered form of Feather lay motionless, limbs splayed out like a puppet. Off on the horizon, barely visible through the cloud of ashes and dust, a huge storm brewed above the almost flattened kingdom of the Barren Lands. Around him, all was blank. Not a single tree, nor blade of grass, nor even a rock could be seen. Instead of anything, there was only a deathly wind whistling through an empty grey plain. Completely at a loss as to what should be done, Cheese turned around to look at the tower their flight had almost landed them in. It was an unwelcoming beige building, with huge caged windows uniformly spread out across. At seemingly random heights, each of the corners of the tower were covered by gigantic black gargoyles, each one somehow giving him a distinct feeling of dread. There were no lights visible from the outside, giving even more to the air of nightmarishness. At the top, inside a huge cage of its own, a colossal rusted iron pendulum swung in circles rhythmically, every second making a distinct 'click' each time it touched the borders. click Suddenly, Feather stirred. A simple arm movement brought him back to the living, throwing a tiny stone off of his leg. Upon acquainting himself with this née scenario, he picked himself up and checked his weapons. "Of all people," he moaned, "of all the people in this world, I have the honor of being lost, next to what looks like something out of my nightmares, with YOU." Without replying, Cheese took out his broadsword, now aflame, and started walking to the doors of the tower. Reluctantly, Feather followed. click click click "Well, one things for sure," Feather started talking again, "it's dark." "Quiet. Someone's in here." They continued quietly, making sure to look for any traps or enemies. The first floor seemed totally empty, although unexpectedly big for the outside appearance. The smell of rotting wood and death filled the place, along with an occasional faint, yet unmis adding even more to the unworldly setting. "Hey, Cheese, take a look at this." Feather was standing next to a painting on the second floor, one of a king being entertained by a jester. A large crowd was gathered around as well, also seeming happy with the jester's acts. What was odd, though, was the fact that the painting had something evil about it. There were random spatters of blood, not on the painting, but a part of it, on people, floors, walls, even the ceiling. "...Oh f***..." Cheese was speechless, "I know that jester... Oh no." A few seconds passed as Feather turned to look behind Cheese, and saw it. A tall, lanky thing that resembled a deceased clown with an unnaturally thin face and a twisted smile was standing. Right behind them. click The thing let out a shrieking laugh, and simply flew at Cheese, holding a dagger in it's hand. When he reacted, swinging the blade directly across it's body, the thing burst into ashes. click Feather barely survived the attack, countering it just before it reached his heart. All the while, demonic laughter echoed throughout the tower. "Awake yet?" Cheese joked grimly. An instant flurrying counter answered his question. "How many times have I got to tell people," as he desperately tried to counter every last one of the things attacks, "I absolutely," more ashes, "HATE clowns." Then, the bell started tolling. As it counted out the nineteen hours, the jester started walking towards Cheese, calmly emerging from the shadows, head cricked awkwardly to the side. It took no violent action, it just walked. "Feather, I want you to go and break that pendulum up there." Cheese's tone showed more than just fear and despair, and Feather immediately started running to the top. The thirteenth ring shook the tower. The jester kept walking, but this time, instead of a kind of demented happiness in it's eyes, their was fear. The fourteenth ring was accompanied by a sharp metal clang, and the jester seemed to become a little more "normal." The fifteenth ring was preceded by five more strikes. Sixteen, seventeen rings went by, and then with the eighteenth ring, the pendulum fell. Feather went out the window, not even considering how high up he was. Cheese bolted out the doors, dragging the jester along as the giant block of iron hurtled through the floors and crushed them like a pebble under a train. Once outside, the jester seemed to become a different person, and talked. "Do you know," he said, the twisted joy replaced by anger, "John?"
-KaW Judgement Square- -2 days before Revolution- "It is an honor to meet you, sir." The man standing before the Admin said, bowing humbly. "No need for courtesies, there is important business to attend to," the demon replied, "I hear you are our head executioner?" "Yes." He presented two scythes, which were strapped onto his back. Both were engraved with detailed skulls with glowing purple eyes, and pitch-black blades that ended in a wicked point. "I have also heard that you are a well-known assassin." "Yes." The man straightened his hat, which covered almost all his face in shadow. "Then I take it you have been ordered to assassinate other assassins in your career?" The man looked up, only his mouth visible from under his hat, "Yes, yes I have." "Have you ever been ordered to kill an assassin of your own guild, and not an enemy?" The man's mouth dropped, and his posture changed completely, to that of a battle-worn soldier, "That violates our code, we can't do that..." The Admin raised his brow, obviously amused by this outburst. "But you've already executed his parents." Suddenly, the man dropped his scythes. He sank to the floor, an expression of pure fury distorting his face. "He was my best friend. We were like brothers. You made me do it. But this time, I don't care what you try. This time. I WON'T DO IT!" The Admin simply scratched his head in thought. Then he spoke. "You're willing to risk a Silence to keep your friend-no-more alive?" -Bastion's Kingdom, Abandoned Subterranean Castle- -Present- Stora landed gracefully, more or less, flying straight through the soft rotting roof of a barn and onto a pile of hay. Smighter was not so lucky, hurtling through several abandoned residences, his hammer inadvertently smashing through them as he went. When the smoke cleared, the view of a massive, heavily armored castle appeared around them. Huge cannons jutted out from every visible opening, and rusted Golems were still trying to make their rounds, rumbling along, half-blind and almost immobile. "God," Smighter coughed off in the distance, "****-in' damnit. Its always me who gets thrown into buildings!" Stora walked out of the barn, and looked around. For a moment, her face showed anger and confusion, but then changed to deep thought. "Well, leave it to Cheese of all people to send us flying several miles." She kept looking up, until she saw at the top of the main tower, a man. Grabbing Smighter, she threw them both up with ice, launching them halfway up the tower. She did it again. The man wasn't there. Only a rusted over Orb of Detection lay in the center, emitting a faint glow and a 'woo' noise. Annoyed, she turned to jump down; and came face to mask with the man she's seen. Over his face, a strange animal's skull completely covered the area, under the hood of a huge trench coat. His hands were covered by gloves which seemed to be made of the bones of the same creature, and on his back, he wore two scythes. "Who are you?" Smighter asked, a little too quickly. The man's eyes seemed to flash under his mask, and he spoke, "Not important. Do you know where I can find a traveling jester?" Taken aback by such an odd question, Stora thought for a second and asked, "You can find them in just about any castle throne room, but why? Why would someone carrying two scythes need to know that?" The man stopped, freezing completely, and replied, "Wait a minute, you're Storallelite and Smighter..." Smighter yelled, obviously happy to be recognized, "Yeah! We are!" "You're the accomplices of... Cheesemuffin... He killed the admin..." "Yep!" Suddenly, the man took his mask, threw it into the air, and without even moving, shattered it in mid-flight. "I can't thank you enough. Really, I can't. But... I have to know... Where is cheese?"
-GlooMi's Castle- -A day later- It was a lazy day in the Castle, with little more than the norm disturbing the piece. Around twenty citizens hustled through the market, hurriedly gathering vegetables and other goods ad they went. Above, the infamous pigeons made their rounds, gently floating by and ruining the day of an unsuspecting few. At the gate of the main section of the castle, however, everyone but those twenty citizens was crowded around four visitors. "Cheese..." Smighter said, exhausted after a full day of hiking to the castle, "Don't... Don't ever... Make a mod explode again. B'uh..." Cheese didn't reply, he just chuckled. Stora spoke next, "What the hell were you thinking? Just blowing up the place like that!?" "It was necessary. Majesty is the second head mod." Without another word, he waved the other three inside the gate, after which they proceeded to the Bar. As they entered, Cheese grinned, "I smell Writer's Rum. She's here." Inside, they were served by a girl with a singed apron, worn from years of use. A Writer's Rum for Cheese, and a glass of water for the others. When the girl finished serving everyone, she leaned right next to Cheese and said, smiling, "What do you need this time? Anything," She wiped at her apron, "Particularly explosive?" "Yep. Gimme the most volatile thing you've got. Half a barrel." -Castle Bazaar- "Come one, come all, see the great WOMBAT!" a lonely advertiser yelled out onto the streets. He held nothing but a cane of bamboo and a little sign, and on his back, a bag full of who-knew-what. Atop the cane, a lazy wombat, a tiny grey creature held on and nibbled on the edge. "Come see the wombat, a true feat of Nature's creation!" the wombat kept nibbling on the cane. Just as the advertiser inhaled once more to blare out another message, a house exploded. Just down the street, a jester was thrown to the ground, followed by a large caped figure. The caped one swung his huge scythe at the ground, but the jester already had gotten to his other side, and delivered a kick. Swing, dodge, kick, swing again, hit, kick again, break another house, the fight kept going. All the citizens had run from the scene in fear, with good reason since the street was lined with rubble, and in the center of it all, chewing on the stick of bamboo, was the wombat.