I've created another series, because I'm currently waiting on Bronze and his cover. So in the mean time, I've created another story. This is probably not the best story, but bad stories have been good before, no?
Prologue
As President Listanburg finished his speech, the crowd did a half hearted cheer, partly because of being forced to do so and partly because if they donât, the whole crowd would look at them, and draw their locations out, potentially ending their lives at that moment. As he sat munching on an apple, Valery Valarocov watched the speech from a high standpoint, occasionally using a pair binoculars to view the president. "What do you think we should do?" He asked his assistant, Green, rather suddenly. "About what, sire?" Green replied in a subservient tone. "You know about what, my good assistant. What should we do about our favorite tyrant, Listanburg?" Valery inquired half heartedly. "Well, I don't know, sire. What should we do?" "You mean you can't read minds?" "Of course not, sire. I am but a humble serf." "We need to kill him. What else did you think I was thinking, Green?" "But if we do, the Ministry of Truth and the Homicide Institute might get jumpy, sire." "Screw the Ministry of Truth. For what are they going to do once their leader is dead?" "Not much, sire. There is nothing they can do, but who said they won't find out?" Valery turned at looked at his assistant, a look of pity on his face. "What are they going to do when I cut you up?" "Nothing, sire. That isn't their realm. That is the realm of the Institute of Serfs and Slaves, sire." Valery then got up and walked to the door, moving rather swiftly. "Come, Green. We have work that must be done."
Sorry for any symbols.
And in case you're wondering, this isn't a traditional story. I won't ever highlight good or bad, only the people and their actions. All sides will do their share of good and bad things, so it's up to you to decide whether or not what side is good, or bad.
This seems interesting. An AG fanfic? I assume I will be featured? If so, could I please be...perhaps, the only one who likes the Duke hat? No, jk. Erm...anyways, I really wantz to be a warlord of some sort. General of the army? Pleeeeeaaaase? Or maybe Valaracov's personal elite bodyguard? If this is not an AG fanfic, then please grab the nearest meat tenderizer and proceed to bash my brains out onto the floor. This seems interesting, anyway. Now that you've started a new series, I take it as read that you are done with the Apocalypse?
I take it as read that you are done with the Apocalypse?
See first sentence, Moat.
No, this is not a facfic. I think the serfs' name might be misleading you.
And also, this is a rather interesting story, I guarantee it. The government controls EVERY aspect of you life with a set of Ministries and Institutes. There is even one for sleeping in late :P
Ah. Really? Dangit. *Moat bashes brains out with meat tenderizer* Mind-Moat: Since the original Moat is dead by assault with meat tenderizer, I will speak for him. It's not just the serf's name; it's the name Green, too. Lol. Anyway, I still like it. I did read the first sentence; you're waiting for the Bronze poster. Really? Cool. EVERYTHING? That will be a cool story. Anyway, good luck with this one too. When do you expect the next part to be out?
