Two people were found dead, blood flowing across the ground. They had been shot, one in the stomach and the other in the head. These two, icecoldbro and Demagog, were missionaries. Their mission: the elimination of a small faction that was terrorizing the society that they had belonged to before their unfortunate demise. This faction, invaders the society's futuristic, modern and civilized establishment, was out to destroy each and every one of the innocent bystanders that were only trying to live out the remainder of their days in peace and tranquility.
The small city, with a population of only about 5,000, was only a test for the invaders. They would usurp it, then the rest of the world. There was a small village within this diminutive metropolis, and the invaders decided to make it the basis for their domination. This village of now 20 living, innocent inhabitants had been living in a peace that was sure to shatter. The village, keen to disturbance, was aware of the faction's existence - especially after those two cold-blooded murders. Even in this age, they had no way to discern the elusive invaders from the rest of their populace. The invaders had used a new technology to erase the village's inhabitants' memories. They could not tell their dearest friends from their worst enemies in this cruel yet bustling civilization.
Many were paranoid. They feared anyone and everyone. One named Gl1tch had been so paranoid, that he barked accusations at anyone who opposed him. Sticking out from the crowd, constantly trying to explain himself and making little or no sense to the village, he was a target with everyone's wrath. He had just woken up, in his housing complex, when suddenly he saw something. It was a tiny red dot, and it was twitching ever-slightly on his chest. He reflexively sprinted away, down his stairs and into a more concealed room. But he was ambushed by three villagers with pistols. These villagers quickly shot him down, mercilessly releasing bullets into Gl1tch's body. Unrelenting, Gl1tch tried to fight back, but it was over quickly. Gl1tch's body was thrown out the window, as everyone had thought he was an invader, and they wanted to desecrate him. Unfortunately for them, he simply lay dormant and bled. He was one of them, and they had made a grave, grave error.
Gl1tch was a civilian and a supreme being.
That night, for some unknown reason, everyone was sleeping soundly. A soporific enchantment seemed to loom over the tiny village. But one person had been unable to sleep. His insomnia and restlessness compelled him to egress his house, and wander the village. He wound up in front of Terroking's home, and entered. It was as if he was possessed by some otherworldly spirit. He wandered around the house, sleepwalking while somehow awake, unknowingly burgling Terroking's food and drink and sustaining himself with it. But then he heard a noise, and snapped out of his trance. Someone in the house was awake. But it wasn't Terroking. It was an assassin. The noise couldn't have belonged to Terroking... it was too ghastly. The burglar sprinted up and around Terroking's staircase and wound up in his private quarters where he found Terroking struggling with an apparition. But it wasn't one of the invaders; it was a shadow, a mere projection of a nightmare that had been placed into the house. Yet somehow it moved like a person, and was strangling Terroking against his wall. The burglar, realizing what he had to do, bravely sacrificed himself and charged the ghost. He plowed it through the window, and they both fell helplessly flailing through the air into the hardened concrete street. The ghost faded into nothingness. The brave saboteur, ddevans96, lay there dead.
ddevans96 was a civilian and an armagio.
Day 3 begins.
I think I can make this storyline work better. It's much more open, and I can make more creative stories for killings.
