Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-29637681-20170514033014/@comment-29637681-20170616202439

"Yes, I knew about Colt. That traitor...I had nothing to do with him."

He jumps into the lowest branch on the tree, only to fall back onto the ground. He backs up into the bloody trail left behind by Gloom's body.

"Yes, I've killed Lena. I've killed Prometheus, I've killed Two-Bit, I've killed Rash, I've killed dozens, if not hundreds, of Rebels. But that doesn't mean anything anymore. Can you not see through my skin and see the difference between a man true to his heart like me and a traitor to his friends like Colt?"

(Continue the argument below, I'm skipping to the next day after whatever happens. For continuity reasons The Great Bandit will not be mentioned here.)

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They bury Yellow Jacket and Batterhull in the graveyard located in front of the Ruined Castle. In front of the dead man's cave where Extinction was devoured. The Rebels bury their dead bodies next to the souls of the other casualties of the endless apocalypse...

There are the gravestones, sitting left to right, in a line, signifying the corpses of the dead. Sledge the Shunosaurus, Impaler the Triceratops, Swift Foot the Gallimimus, Ancile the Stegosaurus, Kurt the Kaprosuchus, Alpha the Deinonychus, Shadow the Velociraptor, Bertha the Tenontosaurus, Oni the Utahraptor, Trey the Dimorphodon, Lena the Therizinosaurus, Butch the Magyarosaurus, Radnad the Corythosaurus...

They read the messages on the graveyards:

"Hold my fermented fruit and watch this, Impaler."

"He's dead, Swift Foot."

"Why did they have to die yesterday..."

"I long for death's cold embrace..."

"You've just murdered an old man, how does that make you feel?"

"Oops."

"I'm dying for my family."

"Make sure my son survives and becomes a great fighter..."

"Uh oh."

"Why did it have to be Proceratosaurus?"

"Grim! Don't betray me now!"

"A father to his men."

"Rest in pieces."

When Yellow Jacket and Batterhull are buried in the dirt, there is no message. Nothing. They are but stones with the names "Yellow Jacket" and "Batterhull" scratched into them. The stones are planted into the ground, and the two leaders' bodies are laid in the holes.

There is no talking on the way back. Everyone leaves the graveyard in silence; the three faction leaders are mortally wounded, their leader is dead. There is no hope in this world. There is no release in this world. There is no end in this world.

There is only chaos.