Within 14 seconds of the first rift opening, Kasmko was dead. Within 2 minutes, his family was dead. Within 20 minutes, the nearby town was void of life. Within 40 minutes, a kingdom-wide evacuation alert had been given. Within 80 minutes, the only living people in the kingdom were in Ersigalka, a fortress that had never been breached, guarded by 7000 of the finest veterans the kingdom had to offer. Within 100 minutes the Great Northwestern Peninsula was void of non-spawn life, and the kingdom had been destroyed. The Spawn now had a new target.
The blast had knocked Oliolli unconcious. Waking up in a pile of rubble, which he soon realised to be his favorite engraving in the fortress, that of KodKod tearing out the his previous body's heart, he could hear fighting all across the fortress. Oliolli walked to the hole he had left in the wall and looked out. Vast armies of Spawn, marching towards the Twelfth Bay, a dwarven caravan and what seemed to be an army of slayers charging out of the fortress to meet the Spawn. Looks like I did forget to carry the two... Oliolli thought and started climbing down the mountainside. He knew he wouldn't be able to take on the Spawn. Instead, he had to get them away from the fortress. Oliolli rubbed his temples. He had no idea what to do, so he did the first thing that came to mind, as it was still better than nothing. "HEY! YOU! I'M OVER HERE! Come and get me!" he shouted and started running. "I'll be waitin' on ye with a whiff of the old brimstone!" he added, heding for wierd's old lab. Unfortunately, the site was empty, nothing useful could be found. So Oliolli started scraping at the ground, trying to dig a foxhole for himself. The armies of Spawn were getting closer to him, when all of a sudden, as if a god from a machine, a cave swallow man, carrying a fungiwood spear and a tunnel tube shield. "RUN!" Âsax shouted, and run Oliolli did. Making his way towards the fort now, Oliolli had gotten an idea. Making his way to his room, the first thing he noticed was a small note on the wall that said:
This guy wanted some help from you. You owe me one.
-Frank
Oliolli had never liked Frank. Frank always tended to forget all those times others had helped him. By Oliolli's accounts, Frank owed him several. Tearing up the note, he started looking through his papers. In a sudden stroke of horror, he checked that the note he had just torn up wasn't one of his papers. After getting certainty, he continued looking through the papers. "WHY WON'T YOU JUST GIVE UP?" The shout came from outside, in the hallway, and as Oliolli went to see what was going on, he saw someone wearing a massive armored suit firing energy beams at the Spawn. "You're doing great!" He shouted to the armored suit and continued going through his papers.
7 ninjas.
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