"Knagg had survived one more day and fulfilled his god’s command of protecting the maiden. That he was still alive and had received no harm could only mean one thing, that Turretius still had need of his service.
He was not alone anymore though. Others had begun to take the teachings of his lord to heart and one among them, the apostle Pimpus had even been able to wield the other sacred turret which marks him as the grand master of the Turris Templaris.
There was one more among them who stood out but whose fate was yet to be decided. The god of turrets had laid his gaze upon the man known as Skizzz and as a result he had been grazed by one of the holy bullets of the lord’s offspring. But was it a mark of servitude or was it a mark of death?
Blindknagg gave it no more thought and instead scaled the small hill made out of scrap metal that resided not far from his current location. When he reached the top he peered out across the arena below him and then he kneeled down and pressed the cold metal of his holy weapon against his brow. He then started to bang his head against the weapon while chanting his lords name, “Turretius! Tu-u-urretius”.
As he chanted the name of his lord he began to work himself into a frenzy and froth was foaming around his mouth. He continued to chant for a short moment but suddenly the chanting stopped. He stood up and raised his weapon above his head towards the skies above!
“Hark mortals for the god of turrets has spoken to me! His prothet Knaggus! The turretgeddon is soon upon you to bring divine punishment and death to those that have yet not accept his cold metallic embrace! But fear not! It is not too late to seek salvation and escape the zombies that roam this planet by joining my side as one of his apostles!”
A few of the contestants close by the hill heard his cries and turned their heads towards him. They were met with the fanatic gaze of a madman and most of them quickly lowered their heads again not to draw his attention.
Despite what they had seen they could not help but wonder if there was any truth to his words or if it was just the ravings of a madman? Had the nanobots failed with the reconstruction after he died the previous day and left the man known as Knagg as a husk of his former self?
*I didn’t know your ability before I got the pistols. I didn’t know your ability until after I got the datacube. Which I got circa 1-3 minutes before the deadline. *
I’m assuming the trade wasn’t actually made until the posts, not that they actually traded and it only went public at the post. I’m also assuming that the “X hours ago, at Catacrom Four” is roughly when they made the trade.
6 Zombies for 1 each.
2 Raptor shots for 2 each.
1 Turret for 1 damage.
That’s the amount of random we’re dealing with. I absolutely detest it.
True, the first one’s an Ahnald joke. The second one I’m pretty sure is supposed to be black. Third one doesn’t have jack for characterization. Fourth is a high school jock.
So are we willing to play nice for a turn? Or does Forge still want to kill me right away? Because I’d really like to see what else Alpha has in store.