It was night. But unlike usual, most were awake. After Terroking's valiant struggle, the town knew he couldn't be a villain. They allowed him to lead them, and he decided on a target for their aggressions: Wardead. Wardead was the only sleeping one - the rest were awake. they were surrounding his abode, with deadly weapons capable of leveling the house. Without a warning shot, they proceeded to fire shots from electromagnetic railguns through Wardead's home. Wardeaoad quickly woke, and hid under a small table. as shots wove and flew past him, the floor became so injured that it shattered, and the house came crumbling down. Amok in the debris, Wardead crawled out and was quickly shot point blank. He lay there, disfigured and inhuman... he was one of the invaders. Terroking had led them well.
Wardead was a fake god and a vigilante.
Everyone knew that Terroking, with his role of power, would not be in his position very long. In the middle of the day, in a large crowd, Terroking suddenly felt something on his back. Then he started feeling pain. It was a strange kind of pain, instant, throbbing and piercing at once. It was from an acid, which the invaders were apparently able to create by simply touching someone. But the crowd was so dense, that anyone could have done the deed. Terroking suddenly burst out in agony, as an acid he could not control slowly chewed away at his flesh. He screamed, ran and tried to gain attention, but was unable to amalgamate a coherent semblance of a thought. He lost strength and laid on the floor, as the acid kept dissolving him. It ate far enough to be visible to the others, but it was too late. Terroking was beyond the point of no return. He was dead. The remains of his body were consumed by the aggressive acid, until all that was left was a slimy green pool that no one dared to travel near.
Terroking was a civilian and a witness.
Day four begins.
