Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 2: New Shambhala]
06-13-2011, 08:50 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Captain Lhurgoyf.
((This probably would've gone up a lot earlier if I wasn't kept waiting.))
"Ah. Welcome, Aran. Such a pity - you and I could have been so successful in our efforts together. After all, we both are enlightened to the truth of the superiority of the human race over all else, are we not?"
"What's this all about?"
"It seems that we've come to a bit of a predicament, haven't we? You are standing here, my most noble guards are dead by your filthy hands, and the glorious jewel of a city that was New Shambhala is about to be wiped from the map. How inconvenient."
"...You aren't going to do anything?"
"And why would I, my good sir? Did you think that the city's integrity was, even for a fleeting moment, within my best interests? No, my friend. The city was but a tool. Whether it lived or died was, in the end, not a care to me. After all, what good is a ruler when the laws of this joust demand he not attend when this is over with? But in the time I have sat on the opulent throne of New Shambhala, as brief as it may have been, I have achieved greatness. Do you not see how many of the insolent, lowly, pathetic subhumans have been cleansed, leaving the pristine domination of mankind that I have so successfully managed to convince the benefits of to the leaders of this bastion? Thanks to my most noble efforts, this plane of being will soon become a testament to my philosophies."
Cole was speechless as Reinhardt stepped forward.
"And that is all I asked, seeing as I can see now how little time I have left amongst mortal coil. My job here is done."
A grin of diabolical satisfaction spread over the tyrant's face as he removed his visor, gazing into what passed as a face on his opponent's head.
"Go ahead. Kill me."
"Bu...is this a trick?"
"I assure you, Aran, a man as noble as I has not a need for jest. Kill me. Is it not what it is you seek?"
The two combatants stared at each other for what seemed for each of them to be hours.
"By now, be I alive or be I dead, it does not matter. Already the news has spread. When the populace become informed of the death of their leader, the fall of their city, the leader and the city that had exposed them to the blight of the alien menace, they will GAAAHK"
Reinhardt's masterly-crafted speech was instantly cut short as a chitinous claw dug itself into his heart. As Cole extracted his weapon, the body of New Shambhala's last leader fell to the floor in a limp heap, its expression still in the middle of oration.
((This probably would've gone up a lot earlier if I wasn't kept waiting.))
"Ah. Welcome, Aran. Such a pity - you and I could have been so successful in our efforts together. After all, we both are enlightened to the truth of the superiority of the human race over all else, are we not?"
"What's this all about?"
"It seems that we've come to a bit of a predicament, haven't we? You are standing here, my most noble guards are dead by your filthy hands, and the glorious jewel of a city that was New Shambhala is about to be wiped from the map. How inconvenient."
"...You aren't going to do anything?"
"And why would I, my good sir? Did you think that the city's integrity was, even for a fleeting moment, within my best interests? No, my friend. The city was but a tool. Whether it lived or died was, in the end, not a care to me. After all, what good is a ruler when the laws of this joust demand he not attend when this is over with? But in the time I have sat on the opulent throne of New Shambhala, as brief as it may have been, I have achieved greatness. Do you not see how many of the insolent, lowly, pathetic subhumans have been cleansed, leaving the pristine domination of mankind that I have so successfully managed to convince the benefits of to the leaders of this bastion? Thanks to my most noble efforts, this plane of being will soon become a testament to my philosophies."
Cole was speechless as Reinhardt stepped forward.
"And that is all I asked, seeing as I can see now how little time I have left amongst mortal coil. My job here is done."
A grin of diabolical satisfaction spread over the tyrant's face as he removed his visor, gazing into what passed as a face on his opponent's head.
"Go ahead. Kill me."
"Bu...is this a trick?"
"I assure you, Aran, a man as noble as I has not a need for jest. Kill me. Is it not what it is you seek?"
The two combatants stared at each other for what seemed for each of them to be hours.
"By now, be I alive or be I dead, it does not matter. Already the news has spread. When the populace become informed of the death of their leader, the fall of their city, the leader and the city that had exposed them to the blight of the alien menace, they will GAAAHK"
Reinhardt's masterly-crafted speech was instantly cut short as a chitinous claw dug itself into his heart. As Cole extracted his weapon, the body of New Shambhala's last leader fell to the floor in a limp heap, its expression still in the middle of oration.