CIVIL WAR (Prologue) the Ultimate Battle

[Davok]

PROLOGUE

 

Death. It's a fear to mortals so much that it makes them jitty and paranoid just thinking about it.

 

That eventually of course, leads to their ultimate destruction.

 

The more they try to hide, the more worse the enemy becomes. Unfortunately, you pitiful mortals do not realize that.

 

Death is a part of life. It feeds on fear. And I feed off both.

 

Blood. Spewing, blood. I saw rivers of the stuff while I went with my Corruptdrones to do a body count. Heads chopped off, organs lying all over the place in a mess. Pity, it was such a beautiful city. But mortals must be set an example.

 

Fear is the ultimate weapon. Harness it, and it leads to your enemy's destruction from the inside. These human fanatics called terrorists use it, but there, I must say, horrible at manipulating the raw power of fear, the power twice as destructive as a nuclear bomb.

 

The war hasn't even started, and people have already begun to choose sides, squabbling with themselves. I like that. There are already mortal uprisings against the government. I'm using fear and death as my weapon. And that, is the most powerful weapon of all.

 

My name is Lord Davok. And I'm here to enslave all your mortals.

 

CHAPTER 1

 

Gamer crept out from under the wreckage of his former home and closed his eyes so to not see the mutilated corpses of his friends and family. Standing up, Gamer limped toward a ruined wreckage of a house. It will be a better place to say and have realization of what has happened. He shifted aside some bloodied bodies out of the doorway, Gamer wincing as the bodies rolled onto the cracked sidewalk. Sitting on a wrecked sofa, Gamer cried.

 

I entered the main base. It was much more elaborate than any of those `bad guy' hideouts that mortals in James Bond have. I stepped into the main room where the camera was. We were about to be hacked into all the television networks of the world. They were on.

 

``Attention, mortals.'' I said. ``I am Lord Davok. You may have seen me on television murdering your friends and relatives.'' I had decided to be blunt and straight to the point, it may be a bit rude, and I doubt it will increase my popularity. But a dictator doesn't need popularity. There's something to be said about the `My gun is bigger than your's' motive. ``These are my final demands. I wish complete dominion over the people of the Earth and all it's peoples, complete diplomatic immunity, control over military and air force, and have the title as `Dictator of Earth'. That or I will order my Corruptdrones to completely make your pitiful race extinct. That will be all. Lord Davok out.''

 

I was more blunt than usual. I even forgot to wipe the blood off my cloak. Oh, well, maybe next time. Intimidation is the first rule of success. But, like a cornered beast that knows it's going to die, the governments of the world will plot against me. They need to be taught a lesson. I ordered my army of Corruptdrones to me. ``I need you ready for a massacre.'' I said. ``A pity, really. New York City was a veritable place of culture. It's hard to sing when your dead.''

[Guest Supreme Gamesmaster]

Interesting! I can't really say anything until the story progresses.

[Davok]

Chapter 1 posted!

[Guest Supreme Gamesmaster]

Muahaha. So far, this is Evil Dictatorship 101. Although I find it much more useful to peacefully unite the world in your hand and then clench it into a fist of armor. They'll bow down to you without realizing it. Oh, well, I won't question Davok. He knows what he's doing, I'll assume.