Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-29637681-20170514033014/@comment-29637681-20171006153007

The moon falls onto the sky. Everyone makes it back to the cave and sleeps.

However, far away, on some isolated tropical island, Cinder sits on a rock, lamenting everything that's happened around her. But she remembers; she promised to protect this place, it was her home, her friends needed her, she—

"What am I even doing?"

She flies from the island and proceeds to make the long trip back home. If only Adder could do the same...

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Adder wakes up again, tied to the walls. He looks around; the severed heads of heroes and villians are fastened to the wall.

Butch...Alpha...Bonesaw...Ancile...Paragon...Glove...Lena...Radnad...Rey...Sledge...Orcto...Pretelous...Vulture...even GRIM.

"Ah, Adder...You do realize what a useless fool you were to all of us, you loon...Everything that happens is your doing."

Kitsuraptilikrahuluk.

Leader of the Dilophosaurus Empire, commander of the Skulls, murderer of heroes, Adder's grandfather.

His real name...Dmitri.

"WHAT..."

Dmitri turns around, holding some sort of radioactive crystal. "This crystal was injected into your body when you were born. You were not like the other Dilophosaurs; you lacked the characteristic black skin and white face, and we labeled you defective. We tried killing you with this crystal...but you survived."

Adder shudders and looks down at his missing finger. It was all a result of the radioactivity.

"Then, half a year later, you tried running away. So we killed your...uncle, Kragok...so you wouldn't come back. Your real father, Stephanopheleowoulf, was murdered right when you were born as punishment for bringing forth such a defective, wretched child.

"I know everything that happened after that. You lived with the Baryonyx clan and learned how to torture everyone until...they had no soul. But you don't have a soul, either, so why even try? It's futile, you know. Why even fight? Why even fight for your friends and family who will ineviteably betray you?"

Dmitri turns around and leaves the room. The room has black steel coating the walls, and a layer of transparent ice acting as a window. "Well, Achilles, Hector, do the honors and finish this abomination by tomorrow."

Not even two seconds later the Suchomimus and Carcharodontosaurus enter the room, snarling and hooting in bloodlust.