“Thanks for everything,” Choya stated as he shook MarineKing’s hand. “It was a pleasure,” replied MarineKing as he hoisted his bag over his shoulders and put on his shoes. Both men bitterly looked in opposite directions as MarineKing prepared to leave the MVP team house for the last time. As he opened the doors and stepped outside, MarineKing pondered just where everything went wrong. He had such great plans that were supposed to establish an unbeatable legacy… But after everything that went down, the only thing he wanted to cross off his list was to hit nearest bar scene and get magnificently wasted off his ass.
MarineKing found the nearest bar in the area through his phone and headed over there immediately. When he got there, he opened the doors and went inside. The bar was nearly empty aside from a couple of people already taking up several tables. Realizing he needed to be alone to gather his thoughts, MarineKing walked over to the counter, and grabbed one of the stools near where the bartender was working.
The bartender looked up from the register and addressed MarineKing. “Sir, what will you be having?” MarineKing responded by putting his arms on the table and burying his face in his hands. “Whatever you recommend that will allow a man to forget about the past five years of his life…” At this, the bartender chuckled and reached down toward the bottom shelf. “So you’ll have the ‘Secret Combo’ order #5 then.”
As the bartender took out a giant glass and began pouring MarineKing his drink, MarineKing suddenly felt movement to his left as the stool next to him moved and a man sat down. The man took his seat, placed his jacket on the counter, quickly ordered his own drink, and then took a deep sigh. MarineKing turned for a split second to his left, nodded his head to address the man’s presence, then turned back to his own drink. Suddenly MarineKing felt movement again and noticed out of the corner of his eye that the man next to him had turned towards his direction. At this, MarineKing smelled a familiar scent that he had once smelled a long time ago.
“Whoa! A #5 SC combo? Haven’t had one of those for myself in a while. What’s the occasion? A bad breakup or something?” MarineKing laughed out loud. “Ha, I wish... I wish it was about a bad breakup… Or a death of a loved one… Or a terminal disease revelation from my doctor… Anything would be better than what I’m feeling right now…”
“Holy shit, something terrible must have happened,” the man said as he received his drink. “Want to talk about it?” MarineKing didn’t respond and just continued to down his drink. Realizing that MarineKing had no intention of responding, the man initiated again. “I know how you feel. When you feel like utter shit, the only thing you want to do his drink away your sorrows… But you know,” the man said as he reached out to grab his own glasss, “Nothing beats having a drink with a stranger you just met at a bar and spilling your guts out to him.”
With that, the man raised his glass and pointed towards MarineKing. “To you, good sir. To you…” Realizing that the man had no intention of leaving him alone, MarineKing raised his glass and clinked with the man’s glass. “Down the hatch!” The man popped his head back and downed his drink in one gulp; MarineKing followed suit.
After finishing his drink, MarineKing placed his glass down and let out a deep sigh. Since he had already consumed such a large amount of alcohol, MarineKing’s felt his body’s tension just fly away. Smiling for the first time in ages, he turned towards the man and said, “You know what? I’ll take you up on what you just said. Why the fuck not you know? Why not spill my guts out to a complete stranger?”
“That’s the spirit!” The man firmly slapped MarineKing on his back and looked him straight in his eyes. “So, spill. What’s going through that head of yours?” MarineKing arched his back, combed through his hair with his right hand, and briefly closed his eyes. “Shit man… Where do I begin…? I guess I’ll start at around four years ago, right as 2012 was ending.” MarineKing gestured over the bartender to pour him another drink before resuming his story. As the bartender headed over with the giant pitcher, MarineKing realized that he could smell that familiar scent again. Shrugging it off as insignificant however, MarineKing proceeded with his tale.
“In order to understand this story, you should probably know that I was a professional StarCraft II player. In 2012, I was, as everyone would say, ‘the shit’. I had it all. Money, fame, fortune, you name it, I had it. I didn’t think anything in the world could bring me down… But I was wrong. After my second MLG championship win… Everything just fell apart….” The bartender poured MarineKing his second glass. He grabbed it and drank half of it in one gulp. He wiped away the remains on his mouth with his left hand and continued talking. “I had a teammate, his ID was ‘ByuN’… Or ‘GhostKing’… I think it’s back to ByuN now…. Or whatever the fuck he calls himself these days…. Anyways, my teammate was… starting to completely overshadow me… He was slowly becoming… ‘The real shit’.”
The man patted MarineKing on his back. “So your teammate was on the verge of stealing the spotlight.” “Exactly,” MarineKing replied. “My former teammate, Polt, had already done it to me once. I just couldn’t afford to let it happen again… I just had no other choice… I had to stop him… I had to make him disappear… At all costs…” The man stopped patting MarineKing and look him in the eyes. “What did you do?”
“What else could I do? I pulled the most despicable and humanly degrading move anyone could do. I collaborated with my head coach and worked together to try to bring him down. The coach sold his computer without his knowledge. I tried to release his puppy outside to see if it would get lost. We fed him false information and taught him useless strategies to try to sabotage his games… Nothing worked. The guy was completely unfazed… Hyun-woo was a beast. Nothing could break that concentration of his…” Suddenly, MarineKing stopped talking, and just stared at his drink.
“And then?” The man asked. MarineKing waited a long time before finally answering. “And then… I sank to rock bottom. I pulled him aside one day and gave him an offer I knew he couldn’t refuse…” The man leaned back and started stroking his chin. “What did you offer him?” MarineKing once again paused for a duration before giving a response. “I… I told him… That I would offer him half of my championship winnings if he agreed to stop practicing… He would get the money as long as he… Intentionally stopped working hard and gradually allowed his own skills to deteriorate…”
“Holy shit! Half your winnings?! That sounds like a fuckton of money…” MarineKing shook his head as he chuckled sadly. “It really was. I foolishly thought that I would make four times as much in due time just as long as he went away from the scene… God… If I had only stopped there…” “There’s more?” The man asked curiously. “Yeah, there’s more…” MarineKing replied. “I had to make sure there was no chance that he would go back on his promise. So I spent the other half of my winnings bribing two celebrities to sleep with him. Women and money… What more could a gamer nerd want in life, you know?
“Damn… Who were they?” MarineKing drained the rest of his glass before talking. “They were nation sensation women that every man dreamed about. Superstar Lee Hyo-ri and kpopstar idol, Hyuna.” The man spat out the drink he had just sipped. “Holy shit! What?! Are you for real?” MarineKing nodded his head. “Yeah, I’m for real. And it worked flawlessly too. They both secretly met him at a luxurious hotel and spent the night with him… Lucky bastard…”
MarineKing got the attention of the bartender and signaled for a third drink. The man signaled for his second. “It worked like a fucking charm. After a 3rd/4th place finish at the 2012 GSL Season 3, ByuN literally just ‘disappeared’ from the scene. He packed up his shit and moved out of the team house. He stopped showing up for tournaments. People started forgetting about his existence… It was all supposed to be the perfect plan…” MarineKing once again stopped talking. He closed his eyes and brought his palm to his face. The man looked at MarineKing and asked his question again. “What happened? Did something go wrong with your former teammate?”
“No… Nothing went wrong with him… Everything went wrong with me… I couldn’t live up to my own expectations… I fucked up hard… I pretty much fell into a slump that I never got out of. I had one ‘miracle run’ in 2014 and that was it… I was a failure in everyone’s eyes… Joining a new team didn’t help… I had no choice… I retired and left for good…”
At this, the man put his glass down and put his arm around MarineKing. “I’m terribly sorry to hear that. It’s rough when shit goes down… Do you by any chance, think karma had something to do with it?” MarineKing once again laughed out loud. “Of course karma had every-fucking-thing to do with it. I threw away my own integrity as a human being and a professional gamer for my own selfish pride and desires. I screwed over a precious friend and teammate all for the sake of my own reputation… If only I could see him again… Let him know how sorry I am… Let him know how foolish I feel for what I said and did… God damn it… I deserve every last bit of this…” With that MarienKing grabbed his glass and in one gulp, downed his third serving.
“Do you know what I got in my mailbox recently? A letter from him… Date was June 18, 2016. In the letter… He said he had gotten into Code S for the 2016 GSL Season 2 tournament… He also wrote about how he has been killing it in Legacy of the Void… His final comment was that he would stop one day to see me… As a champion…”
“Ahh… I see… But… Doesn’t that break his promise? Doesn’t coming back to the scene go against the terms set forth in your deal with him?” MarineKing took a long and deep sigh before giving his response. “No, it doesn’t. Because the deal was that he would stay away as long as I remained relevant… I became a nobody as time went on… So he was more than in his rights to come back… And I heard on the news that… He won the most recent GSL and is now considered one of the greatest in SC2 right now…” MarineKing laughed out loud in despair and bitterness. “How ironic… Fate really is a cruel thing…”
The man nodded his head and once again patted MarineKing on his back. “I hear you buddy… Fate really is a cruel and harsh thing… Reality is something that we can never avoid…” MarineKing didn’t respond. He was far too depressed at this point to even say anything. Realizing this, the man decided it was his turn to do the talking. “Listen, friend… I can’t tell you that what you did wasn’t wrong… But from what I hear, it sounds like everything worked out for that ByuN guy. So… Maybe you should just be happy for him. And happy for yourself too! You had the privilege of getting to know this man. Sure, you threw it away because of your own greed but… I’m sure wherever he is, he has already forgiven you and just wants the best for you…”
MarineKing sat up and looked over to the man. “Yeah… I guess… Well, let’s stop talking about this. I just realized I never even asked about you. What do you do? How’s your life?” The man smiled and placed his hands on the counter. “Well, I can tell you without any doubt that my life is absolutely terrific right now. I went through a long period at one point in my life where I felt small and insignificant. But I just recently won a tournament and am feeling like I’m on top of the world. I’m pulling so much tail these days that it’s not even funny. I guess you could say, my life is perfect…”
MarineKing smiled and nodded his head in agreement. “Well, at least one of us is enjoying life.” At this, the man chuckled and and grabbed his drink. “You bet. Here I am at a bar with a complete stranger, and I don’t feel anything but happiness and satisfaction. I know you’ve gone through some rough times friend, but… Don’t worry. I’m sure everything will work itself out.” The man drained his glass and got up from his seat. “I came here because I wanted to meet up with an old friend and patch things up but... I think I’m good now. It was great to meet you. I wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors. In fact, you know what? The drinks are on me. Take care of yourself.”
With that, the person slapped down a 50,000₩ bill, put his jacket back on, and walked out of the bar without looking back. MarineKIng stared down at the bill, flabbergasted at such a generous tip. He quickly got up from his seat and ran out of the bar to see if he could track down that man and find out his identity. But as he stepped outside, tried to look left and right vigorously, he could see that it was of no use; the man had disappeared with no having left no traces behind.
Confused and bewildered, MarineKing walked back into the bar and took his seat at the counter again. As he swilled his drink and got ready to take his final gulp, he abruptly stopped. He put his glass down, turned toward the seat that the man had previously sat on, and stared at it for a good ten seconds without saying anything else. He had suddenly remembered where that familiar scent had come from: The Prime team house.
Suddenly, MarineKing dove over the counter and grabbed the bartender’s left arm. “Excuse me, but do you know who that person was that was sitting next to me just now?!” Although the bartender took a step back from this surprise action from MarineKing, he quickly gathered himself again and resumed wiping down the dirty glasses with his cloth. “Of course I know who that was,” stated the bartender in disbelief at MarineKing’s ignorance. “That was the most recent GSL champion and greatest LotV player to date, Byun Hyun-woo.”
At these words, MarineKing released the bartender’s arm and slowly sank back into his seat. He sat there quietly without saying another word for a good five minutes. During those five minutes, it was almost as if MarineKing’s entire life was flashing before his eyes. Then, he got up, finished his drink, and prepared to leave. As he put his hand into his pocket to take out his phone, he suddenly noticed something in there that he hadn’t felt before. He pulled out something from his pocket and looked at it; it was a picture.
At the sight of this picture, MarineKing lost all the feeling in his body and slumped down to the ground in agony and disbelief. The little parting gift from ByuN was too much for him to handle. The picture showed the one thing MarineKing never thought he would see in a million years: a picture of Lee Hyo-ri, Hyuna, and ByuN’s puppy, all simultaneously licking the GSL championship trophy. On the picture, in big black, bold letters were the words: You are forgiven. Suck on this. Love, ByuN
Here's my non-competing entry, because I feel obliged to put something out there. "No, I haven't watched John Wick, really" by Wax
Rearing his leg for a fourth kick, ByuN reminded himself to aim away from the head. Too many broken teeth, he found, could render anyone’s speech unintelligible.
“Stop! STOP! I’ll talk.” yelped the mercenary captain, crumpled over on the ground.
“My puppy, Ren. Where is he?” [This is the puppy's actual name, I looked it up.]
“I don’t know–”
ByuN frowned and moved his right foot a step back.
“PLEASE! I really don’t know. The client, he barely told us anything. Just where to find the dog, and where to deliver him once we got him. As long as we get paid, we don’t ask questions.”
ByuN lost his patience, and lodged his foot in the captain’s sternum.
“Where did you take Ren to? Who picked him up? This client—I want everything you have on him. Communications, client files, every fucking detail you remember.”
After a violent fit of gasping and wheezing, the captain attempted a response.
“One... of the construction sites… by Incheon harbor. Sedated the dog and left him there. Didn’t wait to confirm... pickup.”
The captain dragged himself up into a sitting position against the wall.
“No records... company policy. All communication is encrypted, deleted after we confirm payment.”
“So you don’t have shit, that’s what you’re saying.” spat ByuN in disgust.
“Nothing. That’s what’s attractive to our clients. We run a tight ship. To avoid the authorities. And people like you. You know just as much as I do.”
“Well,” said ByuN, pulling a pair of pliers from his pocket, “I’m going to have to make absolutely sure about that last part.”
“NO! PLEASE! I swear, I don’t know anything else. I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING.”
ByuN tuned out the captain’s blubbering as he kneeled down, until it was just a faint, frantic murmur in the back of his head. As it had many times before in such moments, his thoughts raced back to the autumn of 2013 when it all began.
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He had come home late, past midnight.
It had been a few months since he had privately retired and left the chicken-coop known as a Korean teamhouse. That he had to keep up the public facade of being an active member of a PRIME—a favor granted to aid their never-ending search for sponsorship—was slightly stressful, but otherwise he had been enjoying life as an ex-progamer.
Still, ByuN missed the people he had spent so much time with, and he welcomed the occasional night out with his former teammates. MarineKing’s stupid glasses, BBoongBBoong’s goofy laugh, and even Creator’s awful singing—everything that had annoyed him before was all too endearing now.
The only thing that kept ByuN from reconsidering his decision was Ren. He adored the little furball more than anything in the world, and he showered the pup with affection in a way that would have embarrassed him if there was anyone to see. Any time ByuN began to feel lonely, Ren would come in for a much-needed snuggle, as if he knew what his big, funny-looking buddy was feeling.
No, retiring was the right move, after all. ByuN didn’t know where his life would go from there, but he had a feeling things would work out, as long as Ren was beside him.
ByuN locked the front door behind him and flipped on the lights.
“What on earth…?”
The contents of his home lay broken and upended across the the floor, while a draft whistled through a broken window.
Stepping forward into the room, ByuN felt something crunch under his shoe. He looked down on a cracked picture frame, and his heart fell into his stomach.
“Ren?”
“Ren?”
“REN!?”
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For how vividly that night had been etched in ByuN’s memory, the two years that followed were a blur. The trail, the places he had been—those he could remember clearly. Seoul, Incheon, Busan, Fukuoka, Vladivostok, Taipei, Macau, Nanjing, Hangzhou, and finally a warehouse in Shanghai.
The things he had done along the way, however…
He thought of a saying he had once heard. “He who fights monsters should take care he himself does not become a monster.”
Most of the journey, ByuN preferred not to recall in detail.
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*Bombarami nallimyu, hwitnallinun beotggoti~*
ByuN paused, as his ears registered the tune emanating from his pocket. Hadn’t he turned his phone off?
He wiped his hand on the captain’s jacket and flipped the phone open.
“You can leave that poor bastard alone now. He has nothing useful left to tell you, I can assure you about that.”
ByuN was certain he had disabled all of the warehouse’s surveillance systems beforehand. How could anyone know…
“So you’re the one.” he growled. Growling. He never used to do that.
“Indeed. I must say, you’ve vastly surpassed my expectations, ByuN. Never in my wildest dreams did I think you would make it this far.”
The voice was familiar, yet something about it was off. ByuN had never heard it so mocking, so preening.
“When I first had your dog abducted, you were so soft, so weak, so pathetic. Only suitable for the most basic of tasks. But ohhhhh… ...how this pursuit has changed you! Each obstacle I put in your way has only served to make you stronger. Now, you’re more intriguing than any of my other projects. Far more potential than that Polish punk; maybe even more than that delinquent brat. To put it simply, you’re ready.”
‘Ready to separate your heart from your chest.’ Byun thought. “You have Ren. Tell me what you want.”
“Ah, straight to business, is it? Sorry for prattling—I’m just so excited to finally talk to you after watching you this long. Well then: I need you to bring me the BlizzCon trophy.”
ByuN couldn’t stop himself from letting out a laugh. “I’m not sure you noticed, but I haven’t been able to play much StarCraft lately. I’ve been busy chasing around some fuckhead who kidnapped my dog.”
“Oh, don’t sell yourself so short. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t believe you were the perfect man for the job. I’ve seen the things you’ve done, and I know what you’ve become. You can be ten times the player you ever were.”
“For some strange reason, I don’t quite trust you. So how about MY proposition: I find you, rescue Ren, and rip your fucking head off.”
The man on the phone made a few chiding noises before responding.
“So suspicious! The fact that you’re even alive and talking to me should prove the sincerity of my intentions. Nevertheless, I’ve prepared a token of good faith.”
The call ended with a beep.
ByuN glanced around the room, trying to process the influx of new information. Where was the hidden surveillance he had missed? Had he been followed? Was it possible the caller was close by? At the same time, he went over his mental list of potential enemies—anyone he might have slighted or aggrieved in his entire life—for the thousandth time, trying to identify the voice.
His thoughts were interrupted by the faint echo of a yelp. ByuN froze, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him. The sound came forth again, closer and louder.
“Ren?”
He could hear the pitter-patter of tiny paws as well.
“REN!” the dog scampered through the doorway and leapt into ByuN’s waiting arms.
“Oh Ren, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I let them take you. It’s all my fault. My fault that I was away. I’ll make it all up to you, I promise.” Ren didn’t mind that ByuN’s face was damp with tears, giving him several healthy licks.
Abruptly, Ren bared his teeth and began to growl.
“What’s the matter, boy? Is something wrong?”
Ren’s growling grew fiercer, before shifting into a soft whimper. ByuN could feel Ren begin tremble in pain as he tried to bury himself deeper into his arms.
The phone rang again.
“You piece of shit, what have you—”
“Shut your mouth. I’ve had a device surgically implanted in your dog. It gives me control over its worthless life. If you try to remove the device, your dog will die. If you try to run away and disappear, your dog will die. If you continue to pursue me, your dog will die. If you do not deliver me the BlizzCon trophy, your dog will FUCKING DIE. Are we clear?”
“Clear.” said ByuN, his voice almost a whisper.
“Good. Now get to work.”
ByuN let the phone clatter to the ground, and cradled Ren’s limp body in his arms. He had stopped shaking, but it was clear whatever had happened had taken its toll. The only movement was his little chest, which rose and fell with every weak breath.
It was a gloomy night over the city of Gangnam, the sky was obscured by a thick blanket of clouds and from their depths rain poured as if commanded by the wrath of some god. The air was cold and the streets dark, occasionally illuminated by brilliant bolts of lightning piercing the sky.
Despite its cultural and economic significance even on the best of days the street were considered a nasty place to be at night. In a particularly nasty side of town a ferocious firefight was raging between the boys in blue and one of the big gangs.
The police were outnumbered and severely outgunned. The SKTers were not only well organized they were lead by the fearsome lycanthrope soO. In a desperate attempt to save his men, chief commissioner Stork attempted to draw the assailants away, taunting them initially then stunning them with a noise grenade.
It worked; the stunned SKTers stopped shooting for a moment, allowing the police to execute a tactical retreat while Stork ran through an alley in an attempt to further confuse them. Stork however didn’t make it far as the swift soO had spotted and ran him into a dead end.
The beast approached and spoke in a growl: End of the line, you old dinosaur. Stork: Hey show some respect sonny, I managed to get my first gold before you were even in diapers. soO spoke with a maddening rage in his eyes as he approached: I will tear…
Before he could finish his sentence a mysterious object cut across his vision and sliced a scar across his face. soO scanned the area, trying to get a lock on his new assailant, the first thing he picked up was as the heel of a boot, it connected with his face, knocking him back and smashing him into a brick wall. The lycan lumbered forward leaving behind the indentation it left in the wall. As his gaze cleared he saw his enemy, but couldn’t make out his features as they were concealed in some kind of full body tactical armor surrounded in a cape.
Still it was just one human against the deadliest beast in Gangnam. soO closed the distance quickly, trying to get in a few jabs, his foe evaded the hits with grace.
Mysterious stranger: Fast, strong, deadly, however your rage makes you predictable. And with that the stranger sidestepped one of soO’s hits and got another kick into the back, smashing it face first into the wall. He then pirouetted around while drawing a concealed shuriken like object from his belt and throwing it towards the best.
soO turned back and staggered forward only to catch the glimmer of his worst nightmare approaching. His eyes widened this time out of fear as he screamed: Silver!
The object caught soO straight in the back despite him now running for his life with a superhuman speed.
The mysterious stranger turned towards Stork, who had to catch his jaw from dropping before he spoke: Who, who are you?
MS spoke in a brooding voice: I am disappointed you don’t recognize me old friend. Stork’s next words came with a mix of surprise, awe and fear: How is it possible? We all thought you were dead. MS: I nearly was, that run in with Poison Ivy and her special leach Seed’s nearly did me in. Afterwards my former mentor, Gerard Al’Ghul, had his entire league hunt me down.
Stork: So that’s why you were gone for so long, but what became of the league? MS next words were in a even deeper tone: The League of Injustice is no more and Gerard is exactly where he deserves to be. Stork: What will you do now? MS: Clean up Gangnam.
Chapter 2: Dishonor among thieves The NumNumNum was one of the most reputable chicken restaurant in the entire city, providing exquisite dishes to the upper echelon of Gangnam.
It was also the favorite meeting place of the most infamous families and gangs the city had the honors to grace. On this particular night it would serve many guests, some of them arrived and were promptly escorted back to the “VIP” lounge.
There gathered the big 4, KT, SKT1, Jin Air and CJ.
After all the attendees were seated the head of the SKT1’s, the infamous INnoVation spoke: As chief representative of the strongest family, it is our duty to…
He didn’t get to finish as he was rudely interrupted.
herO: Now just hold on a moment there, how is your family the strongest when you lost to Samsung? INnoVation: Hey you lost to them as well! herO: At least I didn’t lose to that fossil Stork!
Stats screamed from the fridge: Hey who ate my sandwich?!
aLive walks past eating a sandwich without anyone noticing him.
TY: It’s clear that you are neither the strongest any more nor is your clan the most powerful, why don’t you let the professional’s devise a plan of attack. herO: That’s rich coming from a guy that lost to Curious! Zest: True but you lost to Reality!
herO’s sunny disposition suddenly darkened as he turned away to silently weep.
Dark: Speaks the guy that lost in his best MU on the same day to TaeJa AND Ryung!
A full on argument had ensued with all sides flinging mud and nasty words at each other. Suddenly the lights cut out and the participants were enveloped in shadows.
Zest: Wtf just happened? INnoVation: What kind of trickery is this, I don’t eve… The sound of trampling and a heavy metallic clank of metal on wood suddenly echoed through the darkness and INnoVation went silent.
The KeSPA’s were now frantically producing light from all available sources, phones, lighters, flashlights and trying franticly to get a fix on their assailant as he stealthily took down victim after victim.
ByuL: What was tha…
Another thud could be heard and ByuL was suddenly silent.
Despair was now floating in the air as the KeSPA’s started opening fire at the slightest sound or sight of trouble, but it was futile as one after another they were taken down by the shadowy figure, the last sight to grace their eyes was that of a bat-like figure.
INnoVation was the first to wake-up again, this time not in his usual elegant attire but in a prison uniform. He could see through the bars of his cell that his former partners in crime were waking up to a similar experience and all throughout the corridors of the prison only disgruntled moans could be heard. The next day in the prison courtyard they all gathered to talk.
Zest: This is all your fault, you and your “strongest family”. INnoVation: I didn’t see you out-thinking yourself out of that situation any better then us. herO: How could you? You were out cold!
More arguing ensued when suddenly a new figure broke in, easily distinguished by his pale complexion and scars, he strode to the center of them all and went: Why so serious?!
Zest: Who are you? sOs: Someone who wants the same thing as you, to defeat the bat! Dark: And what kind of a plan could a joker like you come up with? sOs: One so crazy he could never see coming! Dark: Ok we don’t need none of your crazy talk any more. And as Dark approached sOs to get rid of him, sOs turns and says: Now for my next trick I shall make this hatchery disappear! Dark: What the…? And sudden horror filled his heart as the sound of warp blades cut through his precious hatchery and his innocent little drones. The sight was enough to send Dark collapsing in a fear induced stupor.
sOs: Now do I have your full attention? Good! Now listen up, the best way to defeat the bat is to sow a little chaos, introduce a bit of anarchy into this situation. Zest: And how do we do that? sOs: By bringing the bat into OUR world!
Chapter 3: Siege on KeSPA Asylum
At Wayne manor, ByuN was enjoying his morning tea, studying the stock market when a priority message came through.
ByuN: Alfred, patch it through. Alfred Puppyworth: Yes master ByuN.
On all the plasma TV’s in the main living room the same news feed, but from different outlets was now being broadcast, showing the same issue, KeSPA Asylum was under siege, from within. Images of prisoners escaping, guards being assaulted, overpowered and captured were on full display, with a small message from the Weekly Planetoid: “Can the caped crusader crack this one?”.
Alfred: This situation is quite nasty master ByuN. ByuN: All the better to give the prisoners a false sense of security.
ByuN rose and made his way towards a inconspicuous grandfather clock and rotated the dials back and forth in precise sequence until the clock slid aside, revealing a secret passage.
Alfred: I take it you won’t be finishing your tea sir. ByuN: Quite right Alfred, I also need you to pull up plans of the Asylum, complete with the best angles of entry and most likely locations to keep prisoners. Afterwards send the flyer ahead and survey the building, cross evaluate their movements to the schematics to pinpoint where they are keeping the prisoners. Alfred: Very well master ByuN, what about you? ByuN: I’ll drive in through the front door. Alfred: With all due respect sir but that sounds like suicide, you’d be walking into a trap. ByuN: It doesn’t matter, once I’m in can also pinpoint their contacts and crack into their network, find out how they communicate, how they smuggled weapons into the Asylum and break their organizations once and for all! ByuN: Besides, think of it this way, it won’t be me trapped in there with them, it’ll be them trapped in there with me!
It's a cold morning with a bit of a drizzle. Umbrella in one hand, leash in the other, Byun is walking his puppy, and decides to get a hot latte on his way back to his apartment. Byun ties up his pooch's leash, leaving his umbrella perched up for his dog before he heads into the coffee shop. As he's opening the door, the knot on the leash comes loose, and with the passing of a nearby truck, Byun's dog speeds down in the road. Byun swears and runs after in pursuit. Only concerned with one thing, the puppy keeps running, until suddenly, he jumps right into someone's arms. Byun calls, with his dog paying little attention to his owner. As Byun begins to apologize, he realizes that he's standing right before a legend. The puppy must be drawn to perfection, as it was none other than Innovation standing there. Innovation just smiles while continuing to scratch the puppy's head. The two of them laugh while Innovation hands the puppy back over to Byun. Byun, still embarrassed by the whole incident, shyly asks if Innovation would like to come get some coffee with him. Innovation delightedly agrees, as they walk back towards the local coffee shop. And so began a romance like no other. Byun ❤️ Innovation.
On October 09 2016 03:25 ZigguratOfUr wrote: I would like to say thank you to all my fans for supporting me. I will try to show better [memes] in the future.
On October 09 2016 03:25 ZigguratOfUr wrote: I would like to say thank you to all my fans for supporting me. I will try to show better games in the future.
I want a part two!
"Path of war" telling how Buyn acheive his revenge for his puppy, help by a misterious chinese organisation with hidden motivation.
And then a part three telling how Buyn was just a tool of the chineses to weaken Korean sc2 and distract them of the real treat, a long plan attack using a firefighter truck.
I also would like a movie adaptation, but it can wait a couple of month.