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There’s a plan. Carefully constructed over days, nay, weeks of planning. His majesty could never prepare for what’s coming. Each player dons their outfits and their finest weapon as they begin to put the plan in motion.
It’s simple.
Step one: Create a diversion. This has been planted already and requires zero personnel – only a trigger. The trigger is carried by Konstantin, the one they deemed fit to own it.
Step two: Use their player on the inside to lower the King’s defences. Ocelot isn’t a player, but they’re more than happy to call him that. He’s helping them. That’s good enough for them.
Step three: Kill the bastard. With his castle’s defences lowered they can literally just drop into the room he’s in and shoot the fucker.
Konstantin fills his end of the deal, blowing the shit out of the area of town he was supposed to for the distraction – Mrs. Burns’ safe house. He stands nearby to make sure that it all goes down as planned, with backup from a couple of other players, just incase. Suffice to say, it doesn’t. Elodie was prepared – smart as always. She bursts through the wreckage with powers that could only have been given through illegitimate means.
As she attacks the players, they lose one of theirs. Elodie appears to regret this almost immediately and takes off into the sky. Konstantin gives chase – Chris, having heard over the radio that this was taking place, left his post to join them. They’re followed by a third player who demanded they let her come along – Elodie’s younger self.
They chase her down to a rooftop at which point she seems unable to go on any longer. She’s most certainly down in her pride and she knows when she’s had enough. She cuts a glare at all three of them and claims that his majesty will get them for this. She doesn’t know if she believes it anymore. Chris begins to walk towards her, before the younger Elodie puts an arm out in front of him.
In what can only be described as five years of anger being taken out all at once, the younger Masters moves above the other and beats her to death – her knuckles bruised and broken when she’s finished. The two others take care of her and return her to safety – her job finished.
Step two seemed oh-so simple. All they had to do was have Ocelot do their work for them. It should have been so easy. As Ocelot was doing his part, the walls began to shift around them. Before they knew it they were out in the open – danger surrounding them. They knew Ocelot had betrayed them – fed them to the slaughter.
They make it out alive – all of them, but they have no idea where to go from here. At this point, Ocelot floats towards the leader. He speaks to all of them – telling them that he’s actually King Connor’s son – that he was forced to do what he did. He isn’t asking for forgiveness, he’s asking them to put him out of his misery.
The players figure that no matter how this goes down, they’ll be gaining something. At this point, it’s either that, or die. They do exactly as Ocelot says, fighting through wave after wave of King Connor’s Banana Men to get to Ocelot’s chamber. Once there, they begin disabling certain aspects of Ocelot’s life support to kill him. King Connor pleads that they take their childish anger out on something else. He tells them that Ocelot is just a little boy – that they’re child murderers. They know deep down that they’re doing the right thing.
They make it out alive. Everything seems to be leaning in their favour.
King Connor announces his leaving of Zion. A television broadcast that leaves everyone in the town speechless. He’s gone before anyone can make an attempt on his life. As the players are preparing to follow, another television broadcast shows that a Zion citizen known as Cal Apone leads a group of gangsters who think they could do better for the city if they turned over a new leaf. They urge members of the public to stand beside them. They’re met with applause and a statue of Cal Apone is erected in the streets. Their saviour.
The players make it back to the session and find everything is more or less how they left it, with very little time having passed. They split up – half of them going for King Connor while the others go to attack the Black King, with the space player leaving to go check on the frog.
The space player arrives at their planet to find that the frog is doing perfectly fine – more or less untouched. It’s ready to become the new universe.
When the team sent to deal with the black king arrive at his palace, they’re met with destruction. Apparently the little time they took to get here was enough for King Connor to arrive and kill him.
His majesty ambushes them, floating up from behind the wreckage. It’s a long battle, the other team who had originally gone to find King Connor joining them. Many people fall and ultimately get revived. The final blow which weakens King Connor enough for him to flee is dealt by the ghost among them, but they all acknowledge that everyone took equal part.
Their happiness is short lasting. Konstantin comes up from an underground room in the black king’s palace, badly wounded and having lost one of his arms. He knows he isn’t going to die from his wounds. He tells the others that there’s a bomb underground that puts the entire session at risk. It can’t be stopped – and if it were to be put inside the void or taken elsewhere it would eventually find its way here regardless. There’s a way to shorten the damage, but someone has to do it remotely. He offers and doesn’t let anyone else say otherwise.
Someone suggests that they should at least talk to him throughout it, so that he doesn’t have to die alone. Konstantin appreciates this gesture and nods, taking a cellphone below the building with him. The others get to a safe distance.
It’s about quarter of an hour later when Chris turns up missing. They’re about to start looking for him when Konstantin announces that he’s with him. Konstantin tells him to leave. Chris doesn’t answer. The older man seems emotionally distraught at the thought, and begins to cry, for the first time in his life. Chris sits down beside him and takes his hand. “I thought you hated me” Konstantin manages between tears. “Nah, man” Chris replies, gripping his hand tightly as the countdown finishes and the two of them are torn from existence.
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A door cracks open, illuminating the dark room hiding King Connor. The man, once proud – standing tall, sits in a chair running his thumb over a picture of his dearly beloved. The dim light of the monitor he was using does little to prepare him for the light that fills the room. He doesn’t look up. He knows what’s coming. He’s ready for it.
Two boys. Each ready to kill the bastard storm into the room, shouting profanities and cursing in an attempt to fill the void in their hearts from the damage he caused. He knows this. He finally lifts his head to look up at them and shakes it. “I know” is all he says – his face showing only agony, with a slice of regret. In all of this time alive, he’s never had to face responsibility for his actions. The judge, the jury and the executioner are here, and they’re gonna fuck his shut up.
He raises a hand and uses the little power he has left to stop them for a moment. They look confused at the attempt to quell them but know that they have no choice but to hear him out.
“I know I’ve done wrong. Nothing can even begin to repay you all for the damage I’ve done. I won’t stand in your way any longer. All I ask is that you leave me to my own devices. I won’t be here much longer, regardless.”
They look at each other, then at him. One of them notices a loaded pistol on the desk and points it out to the other. Feeling like they should grant the old man his final wish – like he has the right to his own choice of death, they leave the room. Once out of the room, they hear a gunshot. It’s over. They’re through fighting. They’ve won.
It’s a quick run back to the frog – the space player pats it on its back for making it this far. They look up at the sky before back down to it – into its eyes. It has to go now. They’re so proud of it and it’s time for it to go. It leans up and boops its head against theirs, before floating up into the sky, slowly becoming more and more translucent. As it disappears, a door appears in front of them. Nobody is there to tell them what to do. They know exactly what they have to do.
One of them reaches towards the handle and nods at the others, before opening the door. One by one, they step through. It’s been a long ride, but they’re finally getting what they all deserve. They won’t all live happily ever after, but at least now, they have the chance to.