"he got himself killed... He finally got himself killed..."
[b]john repeats to himself, he sits in his wooden cabin and dons the mask of his predecessors. He picks up the corpse and walks toward the pit in the center of the town. He throws the corpse in to the Hole and covers it in lighter fluid, finally setting it ablaze.[/b]
"See you on the day of the dead, brother..."
[b]he speaks to the Shepards over an intercom the next day[/b]
"as you have likely heard... Shepard aka, Lucas, has been killed by one of the few remaining fear mongers. I, being next of kin, and at his request, have been appointed as the new king of the Shepards..."
[b]he lays back on a torn and nearly ruined couch and turns on a TV, trying to take his mind off of what the hell had just gone down.[/b]
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"I understand... Thank you." [b]he walks over to an intercom[/b] "We're taking them down, Shepards. We have declared war against the avatar calling himself a nightmare, yet our fear to him shall be only a daydream.. A fantasy. We will strike back against his forces, weed them out we send their sorry asses screeching back to the avatar realm. Arm yourselves, men... We aren't letting him slip through our fingers this time." [b]he walks away from the intercom. Many cheers can be heard throughout the camp.[/b] "Thanks, vrael.... Your an honorable man.. Would you accept our request to recruit you as a Shepard?"
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"No, I will remain a free agent, as I do not yet know my purpose in this galaxy. However, I will declare myself in alliance with the Shephards, and will aid you when I can."
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"Fine... Your welcome anytime, vrael... We trust you." [b]he throws you an old rusty revolver, along with some flares [/b] "Fire that thing off and we'll come running."
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"Thank you." [spoiler]End...for now.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]for now?[/spoiler]