The Last Stand

It had gone from bad to worse.
Sarah had been struck down twenty minutes ago, the words of the King Penguin Summon on her lips.
All around the ‘Verse the Pengui tribe began to weep and fall over in sorrow.

Kiki had fallen to their foe’s “Glass Attack”. At present, thousands of shards of coloured glass were wedged deep beneath his skin.
They looked so peaceful with their lifeforce gone. Not a scar upon them. So nice!

Thomas sighed and wished he had found time to write in his journal before the battle. There would be no memory of their party. The world would have to move on or fall into darkness.
“Oh well. At least I’m wearing brown trousers,” he murmured.
YoU cAn GiVe Up NoW jAnCiS! the creature moaned. YoUr FrIeNdS aRe SlAiN! KnEeL bEfOrE mE!
Jancis wiped his hands on his jeans and glared over his shades at the beast.
“I would love to use some amazing speech that will rally the troops. But I’m tired, so I’m just going to summon my summon and we’re going to end this!”

He threw his blade high into the air. Jancis got a strong burning behind his eyes. The world swam. Suddenly he snapped into a small book-lined study. An old man with a large moustache was sitting in a snug armchair. He looked up at Jancis and smiled apologetically.
“I’m tired. Come back later”
Jancis’ eyes bulged in terror
“NO! MR TWAIN! DON’T-”
With a flash, he was back in the battle.

The boss grined it’s sardonic grin.
YoU’rE gOdS hAvE lEfT yOu! NoW pRePaRe To DiE!!!!

Thomas closed his eyes.
“Leaf on the wind. Leaf on the-” he whispered.
The mutant claw crashed through the front of Jancis’ body. It slowly began to open wider and wider until his sweet, sweet lifefluids poured down the bosses’ arm.
Sedated, the creature dropped Jancis back into his chosen sport.

Jancis flopped to the ground, his eye rolling into the back of his head.
He let a slow death rattle and then was still.

Everything goes black
GAME OVER



CONTINUE: Y/N

Y

CHOOSE SAVE FILE
1. NO FILE
2. NO FILE
3. NO FILE

EXIT: Y/N

Y


NEW GAME: Y/N

Y