Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-29637681-20171029234529

"Well, what happened to Randall? I haven't seen him for weeks; I miss him already," Lucious asks.

"In Hell."

"What about Stalagmite?"

"He died the night of Randall's death."

"Exedra Splithorn?"

"The same."

"Midas?"

"Dead."

Both stare with wide eyes and shrunken irises. The prospect of their strongest players being dead was unthinkable. Bringing back those past experiences...When he tried committing suicide twice...When Bolona died...When he attacked Cinder and Wraak...When he couldn't do anything to stop his friends' deaths...He had always seen himself as unbreakable. Uncrackable. Unstoppable. Yet, here he was, having a small breakdown inside.

Lucious quickly changes the subject to the antagonists.

"Where's Gloom, that psychopathic girl that stalked you everywhere?"

"Midas killed her."

"How about Bolona?"

"She joined us...But she died soon afterwards."

"General Bonesaw?"

"Killed by Vulture."

"Vulture?"

"I killed him."

"Old One Eye?"

"Dmitri disposed of him."

"Devil Thorn?"

"Still out there."

"Drip?"

"The Empire burned him alive."

Lucious doesn't know what to say. So much happened in his absence...He wasn't there to prevent any of it from happening...