"What." My jaw probably couldn't have dropped much lower.
"You heard me. The King demands you take over. Psy's a nutter. You know this. We all know this. Hell, he spends all his time plotting against ShlupQuack, who by all accounts was his friend, and praising DK, who everyone knows that, deep down, he has a grudge with. Not to mention that he's a stark raving loo--" The messenger quickly thought to change his wording when he saw my ears prick up at that. "...dumbass."
"Yeah, yeah. But he kept me digging. Digging's as good as I get. You don't want me doing more than that."
"But you have experience!" replied the messenger, spreading his arms as if they could somehow improve his pleads.
"You mean..." I was lost for words. Well, I'd forgotten the name. Intentionally.
"Yes!"
"THEY ALL DIED. EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM! THERE WERE CHILDREN!!!"
"But that's valuable experience, right?"
I punched him in the nose. Twat. "Fine. Tell the King I'll do it. But if anyone dies, the blood's on his hands, now. Get the hell out of my sight."
I marched off to find Psychotic. We were only passing aquaintances, and the guy was right, he was a stark raving loo... dumbass. I hear he'd put on his best disguise so as to avoid any punishment, but I knew his game. I read all about it in the papers. Bloody crossdressing cage fighters.
Goals for my chapters
- Kill everyone (or, I suppose, do better than... eh, the name eludes me).
