The Taken closed in around Aion, completely surrounding him. He could see death itself grinning at his final moments... the dark face of Nokris. All of his friends were dead, all allies, ripped to shreds. He closed his eyes, taking pleasure that this would all end, all this agony and suffering. He would die, and the light would be- Dave shut off his computer, utterly disgusted with what he was seeing. John walked to his desk, and asked rather sheepishly, "So... what'd you think of my Fanfic?" Dave could only speak truely, speak with heart, and with what was on his mind. He drew John close, seeing him blush, and inhaled deeply... "John..." He exhaled, and slapped his best friend. It was horrendous dude. Never use my Alias as a character EVER AGAIN. It didn't even MAKE ANY GODDAMNED SENSE! Not to mention the absolute sack of sin that was the additional 'Daltec x Erax' episode. God... the Sexual Tension. TL;DR? STOP WRITING FANFICTIONS!" "B-But, Dave! I-" "NO JOHN! NOTHING! THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING YOU COULD DO TO REDEEM YOURSELF NOW! THIS CRAP IS JUST LIKE YOUR LIFE, MAN. YOU MESSED IT UP. RECOMMEND YOURSELF SOME LESSONS IN LITERATURE! OUT OF MY ROOM, DAMNIT!"