- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
The infamous Stickman Army General has been waiting 20 years for this day. He has amassed technology most of your brains can't even comprehend. He has managed to tap into the central pool of a living beings, and now has the ability to harm your very soul. Millions at a time. He is now sick of all these meddling fools. He wants to kill. He lusts for death. Mustering immense mental power, he sinks into some kind of trance. He has no friends, he likes no one. All shall feel death. Death. Billions of poor souls all over the universe gasp as they feel something tug at their very souls. The excruciating pain comes seconds later. Screams tear simultaneously from billions of throats as they undergo this terrible experience. Their last experience. Lifeless corpses fall to the ground or otherwise everywhere. It is finished. Life - has been extinguished.
The Stickman Army General smiles, coming out of his trance. He feels immensely weak, yet full and satisfied at his accomplishment. He can now rest in peace. Stepping up onto the chair, he ties the noose around his muscled neck. He takes a deep breath, savouring the taste of fresh air. Eyes wide with glory, he looks around the landscape. He had built his run-down shack in the forest, for both soltitude and because he loved nature. At least now it could live in peace. It was finished. One last breath. He thrusts forward, his leap into new life.
[Edited on 8/11/2004 9:53:17 AM]