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The Regrettable Death Of The Depressed One

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((So, GrimReaper98 asked me to permakill him. So here's a story about it ^^))

Ben glanced round at Delthor and Marilyn.

"Come, let us feast!" he bellowed, dropping his brother's carcass, as it was bare. They both yelled their agreements, and exited the Verge. Running through the Temple area, they saw yet another person.

Marilyn grinned, and approached.

"No, Marilyn" said Ben. "There will be more, but this isn't the one. I can feel it." Marilyn bared his fangs, but walked away. "Come, my brothers!" Ben exclaimed "We shall feast yet!" And with that, they howled like pack dogs and ran down King's Road in search of prey.

This is the point that they came across Falgor. Greeting them with a sob, he started crying. Ben looked around, and grinned.

"Yes... you are perfect..." Ben drooled, his eyes widening at the Orc.

"Wha... what is happening?" Falgor sobs, wiping away the tears Marilyn is collecting in his bottle.

"Do not fear..." Ben said "You are very special..."

"Special? How am I... special?" the pathetic Orc sobbed, his eyes dripping once more.

Ben chuckled "You will help us to eat... we are sooo hungry" The others grinned, knowing what was coming. Delthor was trying to shoo away a dwarf, and Marilyn was licking his lips.

"Sp...special?" the Orc asked.

"We are hungry, and we have been for some time." When Falgor gave him a blank look, Ben just said "Will you help us feast?"

The others surrounded the Orc. He looked around, confused and trying to offer them pork, when Ben said "You are our chosen meal. Lads, brothers, feast!"

And feast they did. Ben and Delthor grabbed the arms immediately and started ravaging them, Marilyn latching onto the neck. Falgor dropped to the road with a heavy THUD, and started crying nonsense...

"Ca...nni...bals..." he croaked, his neck bleeding profusely. Ben gurgled, and shoved his sword into the orcs mouth.

"I tire of your chatter. Die, so we may feast in peace!" And with that, he shoved the sword down and ended his pathetic life.

And so goes the tale of the first Blood Feast. And another fast approaches...

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((Yay :D. Thanks again. Loving the conversation in it :P. Do you mind If I link it to mah siggie..

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((You try that on me and the only thing you will be eating is my sword))

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((Well he couldn't have gotten away anyway, as he was surrounded by diamond/golden armored men, awaiting a meal. And Grim the link in ya siggie doesn't work.))

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