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[King Zultan]

A The power of FRIENDSHIP!

[Leonardo8]

B. We are rage, we don't do "bonding"

[Superdorf]

B

This feels like a disaster waiting to happen.

[Naturegirl1999]

A

[chubby2man]

1

“Hey Rogg. . .” Alina starts.
“My friends call me Meatface,” Rogg interrupts with a smile.
“I’m. . . not going to call you Meatface.”
“Well I guess I’m not your friend then, huh?” Rogg jokes, but Alina’s face remains troubled.

The two of you continue on to the castle, exchanging few words. After another day of travel, you begin to hear the unearthly din of demons. Alina grows increasingly frightened, as your determination grows. You keep watch for any prowling demons. Finally you crest the final hill.

You are too late.

The walls of the castle are broken down and melted, and shadowy hordes stream through the gaps. There is a terrible noise of steel and screams.
Alina grabs your arm, “Lets go back, we are too late.”

What do you do?
A. Turn around and try to make your way to the city.
B. These demons have ransacked their last castle. Attack the back lines, cause havoc. Kill every demon that stands in your way.
C. Fight your way to the castle. Maybe some can be saved.

[Shadowclaw777]

C

[Leonardo8]

C

[Superdorf]

B

Time to become the god of war we were meant to be.

[chubby2man]

6
Blade in hand you charge, revenge in your heart and defiance on your lips. The Abyss will not claim this place as long as you draw breathe.

You collide with their back line, archers, sorcerers and warriors held in reserve, celebrating their part in the victory. They stand no chance against you.

Your blade is death, every blow tearing through defenses. Ichor sprays in the air as you sprint through their lines, every kill making you stronger. A Black Knight moves into your path, and only takes two blows to remove his head from his shoulders.

You feel so much stronger, faster than before. You are a reaper, harvesting your bloody revenge as you work your way up the broken rubble of the wall. They are aware of you now, the horde recoiling on itself as it tries to defeat you. You build to a furious tempo, slaying left and right as the broken body’s of demons spread across the ground until a boulder smashes into you.

You roll to your feet, a bit shaken as a great Demon Lord approaches and laughs at you, it’s laughter shaking the ground.
“What a specimen you are! I will take great joy in adding your skull to my hoard!”
His axe is broad and viscous, two men would struggle to lift it. Your sword has grown chipped through the hundreds of demons you have cut down.

May be time for a replacement.

What do you do?

[Glass]

Spit in its face powerfully enough to knock its head off. If that doesn't kill it, removing all its limbs should.

[Superdorf]

That. That is a good axe. We want that axe.

Chuck the boulder right back at our enemy and charge! Use our old sword for now. As soon as possible, wrest the demon's axe from its grasp and slaughter the demon with its own weapon!

[Kilojoule Proton]

That. That is a good axe. We want that axe.

Chuck the boulder right back at our enemy and charge! Use our old sword for now. As soon as possible, wrest the demon's axe from its grasp and slaughter the demon with its own weapon!

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[Naturegirl1999]

That. That is a good axe. We want that axe.

Chuck the boulder right back at our enemy and charge! Use our old sword for now. As soon as possible, wrest the demon's axe from its grasp and slaughter the demon with its own weapon!

+1

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[chubby2man]

You grab the boulder in your hands, and throw it with all your might against the Demon Lord. It slams into him with a mighty crack, splintering into many pieces as the demon bellows laughter.

The axe whistles down towards you, like a crack of thunder it split the air. You bare your teeth, rage pounds in your heart and gives you strength as you block the blow with the sword. The dark steel screams and breaks in two, but you grab the handle of the axe. The monsterous lord, body swelling with darkness, tries to heave it away, he finds you unyielding. His body strains as he tries to tear it away from you, and as he fails his anger turns into panic. With cold resolve you reach out with your other hand and grab his. The darkness inside the Dark Lord tries to burn you, but it can find no purchase on your skin as you squeeze and break his hand.

The lord cries out in pain as you tear the axe from his grip and swing it down, embedding it deep within his body. You tear the axe out and swing again, and again until the Demon Lord is little more than a pile of ichor. The demonic host cries it’s dismay. You just wear a vicious grin. 

What do you do now?
A. Your vengeance is not yet quenched. Kill as many demons as you can.
B. Try to find survivors, you broke the horde’s leadership now it is time to protect those who might still be alive.

[Superdorf]

A

Death and glory! But, like, other stuff's death and our glory.