The Executioner's Song
By Joaquin Vega
Dark Shogunate,
At 2:20pm, still reveling in the spoils of the vanquished Crusaders for Jebus, the afterglow if you will, we remained attuned to the call of our prey. Davesh's keen hawklike-eyes landed upon Tonisha Calbert intently perusing a stephen king novel in the dining hall. After thorough reconnaisance we determined that she was unarmed. We descended upon her. Slowly, languidly, we introduced oursleves, and a friend who had sat down to join us while we spoke with Toni. She admitted her lack of preparation, more explicitly, her lack of arms.
She admitted to her feeling of immortality, her feelings of false security, and her willingness to die at the hands of the honorable Penetrators. It was natural to expect that Tae or Davesh, slaughterers of hundreds would have aided her in her demise. However, when the death toll was marked it was he, that liquid death, would be her grim reaper. Experienced in the art of execution-style termination he walked her out of the dining hall and guided her across the river styx.
In the name of the honorable shogunate,
JOAQUIN "LIQUID DEATH" VEGA
Most Honorable Shogunate,
Today was a good day to die. To die the death of a thousand deaths, to take the big plunge, to ride the bullet, to look the grim reaper in his cold, hollow eyes and laugh like hell and run into his arms. Today the Spawn fell down when it's last surviving child left her gun at home. Oh, I can't justify that one false step, that unthinking, fatal decision. When I went to dining hall at a quarter to 2pm I was not armed, I was not dangerous, but oh my would be targets, those lethal warriors of legend and fame, the Penetrators, they were, they were. When they sat at my table and spoke my name I knew my time was near. I could count the remaining minutes of my life on one hand, there was no getting out this time. We talked and laughed as if we didn't know the day would be bathed in blood, and all the while my heart beat much too fast and blood raced through my veins like fire (but was that my fear or the effect of being so close to three pretty attractive guys? who can tell at times like these...anyway) As we joked they casually debated on my executioner, the when the where the who. But all that was superfluous, we all knew that when I went back to my room I'd float like Casper, my fate was sealed. When it was time to go, we stood up us four. On the steps leading from the dining hall (lunch hours were over) I leaped straight into the barrel of the gun, I turned my head but I didn't need to look to see that the aim of Joaquin, my lucky assassin, had been true and good. I was dead, but more than that, Spawn of a Preacher was dead and gone.
I am honored to have been killed by the clan of the Penetrators. I salute them from beyond the grave, from the depths of hell I wish them well.
May The Game live on.
Toni, Spawn of a Preacher Man