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* Haydns Divertimento No. 1: Chorale St. Antoni plays as the camera shows Darkreverend in his study with the book to continue this presentation of Damage Inc. Theatre. He speaks:

And now for another segment of a work that is soon to be considered a classic.

*He reads:


PART TWO:

Soon after Damage Inc.'s armada landed on the southern tip of Hie Brasil and the ships were secured, Emperor James had his legions get organized before their leader on a grassy plain just past the sandy shore.
Cooldude surveyed the countryside as his men left their ships to get into formation on land. Gepfar, head of the Damage Inc. armada, had received strict orders to remain on his ship. If he should see the dark wraiths approaching instead of his clan in a few days, he was told by Cooldude to set sail for mainland Dragon Court and warn everyone that the black death was coming and to prepare for the final battle.
But Cooldude assured his proud friend and master of the seas that he would do everything he can to prevent that from happening.
Beautiful land, Cooldude said to himself as he looked around.
Hie Brasil was a rolling green island where flora flourished from the rich rains and always shining sun. Everything seemed exaggerated in color.
Plants seemed too green and the sky seemed to blue.
Stranger yet was the occasional crumbling coliseums and giant broken statues one would run across while adventuring in the land known for harpies and great stone giants. But Cooldude was not here to be a tourist. He was here to liberate the country from evil and return it to its people.
Sir, said Emperor James, I believe my men are ready.
Row after row of armor wearing warrior lined up in perfect squares and at full attention. All eyes of fighters, wizards, archers and otherwise were fixed on Emperor James and Cooldude.
Emperor James raised his katana high. His pet Damien flew in perfect circle eight patterns among the clouds.
To the north! And to victory! shouted Cooldude.
Emperor James turned and pointed his blue katana north and ordered the march.
They began to march north towards Gods Palm, with Cooldude leading them ahead with Emperor James at his side. Behind them were two warriors clad in full silver armor holding up poles with Damage Inc.s war banners that were dark blue with the black dragon emblem.
The sound of the tempo of soldiers war boot clad feet hitting roads could be heard for miles as Damage Inc.s legions came from the south towards civilization on the large island.
While going through towns, people would line the streets and cheer them. Young maidens would rush up to Cooldude, wrap their arms around his neck and hold him closely. Their lips would often find his as they ran their fingers through his golden hair. They would wish the leader of Damage Inc. the protection of the gods and success on the battlefield.
While the legions were going down the main street of an ambiguous little southern town named Richmond on their second day of marching, an old man wearing gray pajamas hobbled out of his small magic shop.
He limped, because he used a small, twisted cane that had him bend low towards the ground. The old man walked up to the curbside and when Emperor James was walking by, he grabbed at his dark red cloak.
The old man said, Give them hell, son!
Emperor James, with his devilish mask gazed down at the weird little fellow with the bald head and one good eye.
Old fellow, said the young emperor, I am hell.
The old man gave the warrior a toothless grin and laughed.
We cannot lose! We cannot loose! the man shouted as he walked back to his little storefront shop.
He walked in and slammed the wooden door with the green cat paw design made in fresh paint.
It looked like an incantation symbol to ward off evil spirits.
The legion marched through Richmond and further north for days until finally coming to the giant ring of a mountain range. The southern part of the range had a break in it that provided a narrow passageway between two mountains that would allow people to get onto the large grassy plain known as Gods Palm.
Gods Palm was incredibly wide and hundreds of miles long with occasional forests and long stretches of plain with settlements of various sizes.
Within hours, Damage Inc.s legions made it through the mountain passage and by orders of Cooldude, had set up camp to get their rest for the battle possibly the next day.
Emperor James, make sure our war banners are set up and well lit by nearby torches. It seems we are the first clan here. If others should show up during the night, I want them to know who we are so we are not mistaken for slumbering wraiths, said Cooldude.
Emperor James made sure each legion had done as instructed by their leader.

Chapter 7, Alyssas Fate

While Cooldudes head was hitting a hay-filled pillow in his tent in the southern end of Gods Palm, severed heads were falling on the ground like apples from a tree in a medium-sized city named Alyssa that was hundreds of miles north in Gods Palm.
The packs of wraiths were dashing through the neighborhood streets with ghastly speed while holding out their weapons; the small handled ice picks with the large, flat serrated blades.
Their eyes in the night glowed like swarms of pink, blue and green fireflies.
Life was snuffed out in every home and building in the city. The wraiths were drawn to a beating heart like moths to a flame. The wealthy befell the same fate as the poor and the poor suffered the same fate as the homeless.
In one home, a husband has held by the arms by two pink-eyed wraiths and forced to watch as a blue-eyed wraith cut open his pregnant wife's belly as she lay on their bed. The wraith yanked out his unborn sons fetus and feasted upon it as if it were a slice of juicy watermelon. The wife and husband were then rendered into twisted knots of dismembered flesh by the pink-eyed wraiths as the blue-eyed wraith finished its snack.
No one was safe in the city of roughly 7,000 whose numbers were dwindling like a candle who has seen its last night.
Once the wraiths were done with their deeds, the city itself was left unharmed. No buildings were demolished and no books were burned. But the citizens, the poor citizens, were left in slashed heaps of indescribable carnage wherever they had encountered a wraith. The evening air reeked of the metallic smell of blood.
Everything seemed streaked with crimson: The city streets, rooms in homes, the walls of alleys, the porch of the church, the cradles of children, the doors of stores and everywhere else imaginable.
When the wraiths had slain everything with a pulse in Alyssa, they fell asleep. It didnt matter where. A few lied down in the gray cobblestone street and used the headless bodies of young maidens as pillows. Others preferred the bed of their victims inside of their homes.
Some still wandered up and down neighborhood streets looking for anything else living they could slay. A hiding child, a cat, a dog, anything to fuel their fire of hate.
The city of Alyssa, so beautiful with its parks and quaint shops, known for its spring festivals and delicious crops of peaches, now had a population of shadowy killers instead of peaceful residents.
In the morning, the wraiths would push south towards a large city named Hibiscus with a population of nearly 25,000.
In the morning, Cooldude, with Emperor James, was planning on marching his men north towards Hibiscus.
The moon glowed overhead like a solitary spotlight on a stage where the most gruesome act of the play has yet to be seen. Soon, very soon, Gods Palm will look more like a mass grave than a pocket of paradise in a harsh world.

*Darkreverend closes the book. He speaks:

It seems the wraiths are getting stronger as Cooldude and Damage Inc.s forces get closer. Tune in next time for the conclusion of The Cooldude and Emperor James Saga.

*Camera fades to black as music plays.

*Camera shows the usual scene as Darkreverend is clad in black. He opens the book and reads without preface for the audience. He assumes that anyone who made it this far knows what is going on. He speaks:

PART THREE

Chapter 8, Clash of the Armies

It was early evening in the land of Hie Brasil.
Cooldude and his legions of over 65,000 warriors reached the city of Hibiscus before the wraiths. Not only had Damage Inc. made the final stretch of the march in fantastic time but so did every clan who had sent warriors. The extremely broad countryside outside of the southern boarder of the city was littered with both great and small clusters of clan warriors. Some had close to 100,000 men and women armed with the finest equipment while some clans were just dozens of close knit warriors with a taste for adventure.
Each clan had their banner raised high to show who had elected to cross the sea to face the enemy of the kingdom.
The grass was soggy from the afternoon rain and the sickly gray clouds swirled in a coagulating cluster of cumuli overhead.
The moon was no where to be seen.
It is a proud sight, sir. Today is the greatest day to be a warrior, said Emperor James.
Cooldude, who was standing with him on the level countryside just outside of the south stone gateway to Hibiscus, nodded in agreement.
Cooldude shook a few drops of misty rain off of his head.
A clear mind is every bit as important as a brave heart, my young emperor. Have my men obeyed their orders? asked Cooldude as the dozens and dozens of clan campfires flickered in his eyes in the distant countryside.
Emperor James said his men did not question him.
Before the city of over 200,000 was evacuated, the mayor granted Cooldudes request. Cooldude wished to use public buildings as gathering points for his troops. Soon after getting permission, Cooldude ordered his high ranking officers to have half of his troops set up camp in Hibiscus immediately and then go to sleep to build up their strength. The other half was ready for battle.
After twelve hours of conflict with the wraiths, the first group of Damage Inc. soldiers will fall back into the city to rest as the second group, the group that I have ordered to slumber, will come onto the battlefield refreshed. We will keep this up until victory is secured, said Cooldude.
Emperor James was impressed by his leaders sense of war strategy. In fact, thought the young emperor, if he was in Cooldudes position, he felt he would have come up with the same decision.
Cooldude and Emperor James stood silent for a moment to look at the sea of people from all walks of life united for a common cause on the great grassy plain Gods Palm. Emperor James ordered his men to stand guard until the shift change in the morning.
By midnight Cooldude and Emperor James went to their rooms in an Inn within the city while their legions stood at attention, facing the countryside with stern looks.
Emperor James dreamt of his katana parting the ribs of his enemies when they should arrive. Their imaginary mouths relinquished screams of anguish that drew a smile on Emperor James mouth as he tossed and turned in his cheap bed. Outside of the northern boarder of Hibiscus, his dragon Damien slept peacefully along the roadside.
In his room, Cooldude dreamed of last Thanksgiving when he and his closest friends were gathered in the throne room of Damage Inc.s castle. There was much laughter and drinking of DragonWyne that night. The finest painter couldnt capture the sense of friendship of that evening.
Morning came and a soldier running down the streets while shouting awakened both men:
The soldier screamed:
THEYRE COMING! THEYRE COMING!
Both Cooldude and Emperor James where on their feet, geared up and out the door of the Inn in a matter of minutes. Both arrived at the southern stone gateway of Hibiscus where the wraiths could already be been pouring towards them from the horizon.

Chapter 9, Hell breaks loose.

For the first week it was a massacre.
The larger clans through either arrogance or bravery (it is up to the history books to decide) sent their forces into the countryside to collide with the thousands upon thousands of wraiths. The wraiths looked like a never-ending stream of black ants pouring out of the distance. They had their glowing eyes and short handled weapons and their sandals made no sound on the grass as they seemingly glided across the countryside towards the guarded city.
It was early afternoon before the wraiths were close enough to where some clan leaders felt it was time to order their armies to attack the plague of evil head on. The first wave of warriors from Dragon Court collided with the wraiths and slaughtered them by the bushels.
Cooldude, letting discretion be the better part of valor, wanted to see how the ghostly marauders would handle the onslaught and ordered his men to stand at attention and wait with patience.
When he and Emperor James saw how easily the wraiths where slain, they felt something was wrong.
Emperor James said, Should I send in our full compliment of warriors to crush them right off the bat sir?
Cooldude shook his head and put down his battlefield binoculars.
This isnt right. What kind of army walks right into a battle and lets itself be killed? Time will tell. Lets stick to our original plan. Summon your pet and your high-ranking officers. Take Damage Inc. into battle. I will remain here by the citys gate to observe. My instinct tells me there is a larger plan at work here, said Cooldude with heavy concern in his normally reassuring voice.
Emperor James, in his dreadful armor and cloak, drew is blue katana and called his dragon from the north side of the city. That was the signal for Damage Inc. to mobilize and head into the fray.
Cooldude watched as squadron after squadron of warrior walked past him and saluted as they marched to the countryside to meet the enemy and welcome them with a ferocious fight.
The warriors of Damage Inc. fought with valor and with the help of the other clans, managed to stop the wraiths ten miles from the city of Hibiscus. Through their tenacity in combat, they managed to push the walking dead back another five miles.

Chapter 10, Time Marches and Soldiers Fall

By the second week, the warriors of the other clans were fatigued from non-stop fighting. They were getting sloppy and in turn, were starting to become victims of the wraiths. Once the wraiths began to pick up the deadly weapons of the fallen warriors, they became even more efficient killers.
And they never seemed to falter in numbers as the wave of dark cloaked murders kept coming from the northern horizon. They were like lead and Hibiscus was their magnet.

Chapter 11, The Dwindling

In the third week, there were no armies from Dragon Court consisting of over 100,000 fighters.
The wraiths, like the tide against a stone cliff, had steadily worn away the might of the larger clans, leaving them with no more than 60,000 men each and the numbers were fading fast with each day.
While some warriors were getting slaughtered on the battlefield, others were turning tail and deserting the cause. In their hearts, the deserters prayed that the wraiths will not find them in whichever corner of the earth they intend to hide in.
The wraiths had even began to overwhelm and kill off entire smaller clans, erasing them from history as if they never existed. The feet of the wraiths began to make a sloshing sound on the damp earth that was wet with the blood of the brave. They began to push the Dragon Court forces back towards Hibiscus.

Chapter 12

Sir, my men are getting slaughtered! panted Emperor James as he approached Cooldudes ragged war tent outside the southern gate of Hibiscus.
Cooldude sat on the ground studying a makeshift map of the battlefield. To his estimation, the wraiths were only a mere five miles from the city gates. And if Hibiscus should fall, the world was doomed for there would be no plug to bottle the wraiths in Hie Brasil.
Emperor James entered the white tent and sat with his leader and painted a bleak picture of the muddled countryside.
There had been so much blood spilled that the grass was no longer green and soldiers fought on dirt soaked with blood and gore.
Every time the sun set and the sun rose, the bodies of the fallen wraiths would disappear and more would be seen on the horizon in the infinite march of the damned.
Weve lost nearly 20,000 men and women! My people! The ones I have trained are dead! Damn those creatures! Damn them all! rasped the tired Emperor.
His arms ached from swinging his katana at the swarms of wraiths. He had seen their faces under their hoods as he emptied their bodies of their blue, rotten organs onto the ground. When their hoods fell back, they looked like wrinkled old men with pupil-less eyes.
Only strange glowing orbs of one color or another.
Even Damien is taxed. Do you know how hard it is to tire out a dragon? Damien has committed genocide on those cloaked freaks three times over with his fire and teeth but they still wont relent. Im out of ideas, said Emperor James.
Before coming to Cooldude, Emperor James had ordered his dragon back to the northside of Hibiscus to rest.
As a child, Emperor James once saw a locust on the road become engulfed in a swarm of tiny red ants who then proceeded to rip its wings off and devour it. He wanted no such fate for his pet.
Cooldude looked into the eyes of his friend. Emperor James had no use of the word quit and by the fire in his eyes, Damage Inc.s leader knew his friend still had a whole lot of fight left in him.
I can only think of one thing. When Damien is rested, call him one more time. You and I have to go to the root of the problem. We have to see where all these wraiths are coming from. I want you to have Damien fly us northbound, over the wraiths to see what exactly is their point of origin, said Cooldude.
His indigo eyes had dark bags under them. Cooldude himself was gravely strained from both boosting the morale of his soldiers by fighting alongside them and also returning to his tent to work on a solution to end the war.
James, I suggest you get your rest too. It may be until morning before we can go,
Emperor James raised himself up, stretched to make his back and shoulders pop with tension and turned for the exit of the tent dirty white tent.
I cannot rest while my warriors are out there. Even in their darkest hour, they fight for you and the honor of their clan. Do them justice, my friend. Sleep, gather your wits and devise a way to avenge them and end this once and for all, said Emperor James.
He exited Cooldudes tent.
Damage Inc.s leader heeded the advice, fell back onto the hard ground and slept. His mind echoed the screams of his friends and the sounds of swords clashing just miles away while his body recuperated for the task that was drawing near.
If the answer does not lie on the other end of Gods Palm, said Cooldude in his sleep, then all may be lost.

Chapter 13, The Final Morning

When the sun rose, Damien spread his sapphire wings and took to the air with Cooldude and Emperor James on his back.
Down below, the wraiths were only three miles from Hibiscus. Damage Inc.s last 30,000 warriors and the rest of the remaining clans held fast a final division line between the wraiths and the rest of the world.
On the countryside, there were women warriors that were bent backwards while kneeling on the ground with great pikes sticking out of their stomachs. Men were on the ground with broken armor, missing limbs and portions of face hacked away from the blade of a wraith.
But still, good would not give in to the over-whelming force of evil.
Dozens of miles passed beneath Damien and down below it looked like a carpet of darkness in Gods Palm. Every now and then a cluster of forests would break up the scenery, but other than that it was blackness, blackness and more blackness as the wraiths marched on.
Finally, after a half-hour of flight, the darkness below started to thin as the duo on the back of Damien passed over Alyssa, the fallen town.
Look sir, the wraiths are but a mere trickle below us, said Emperor James as they continued straight down the middle of the plain.
Cooldude and Emperor James flew north until the plain ended at the feet of the other end of the mountain range surrounding Gods Palm.
At the base of the mountain was a small forest and outward from the forest was a desolated little village of a couple dozen simple wooden homes.
Put Damien down there. It looks deserted, said Cooldude.
The great blue dragon landed softly in the middle of the village. Cooldude and Emperor James leapt off the beasts back and landed quietly on the dirt.
They look a steady look at the still little homes.
Emperor James said, Strange. How can so many wraiths come from this direction when there is so little to be seen?
They walked over to the part of the village that was closest to the forest next to the mountainside. From the dense greenery came a rustling of feet.
Cooldude looked into the shadows of the small forest and saw several pairs of glowing eyes.
James, there they are! said Cooldude.
He and Emperor James grabbed their weapons and bolted into the forest. Eight wraiths charged back with their ice pick weapons.
The late afternoon sun pushed deep golden beams through the branches of the trees.
One wraith lost his hand when Cooldudes family broadsword lopped it off. Cooldude slashes thundered through his enemies, knocking off limbs and cutting them nearly in half from the side.
Emperor James katana was a flurry of blazing blue light as he mowed through five of the eight wraiths.
The hellish beings were slain in a matter of minutes.
Now, panted Cooldude Let us see where they came from.
The two warriors of Damage Inc pressed onward into the forest towards the mountainside. They came to a clearing where something caught Emperor James eyes. It looked like a deformed lump of meat in a yellow sundress.
He had found the remains of Abigail and father Bill, who was among the first two casualties when the first couple of wraiths arrived. When Cooldude and Emperor James walked a little past the site of the bodies, they came to the side of the mountain.
Cooldude immediately noticed a mine shaft on the side of the mountain.
That explains the village, my friend. This was a mining community, observed Cooldude.
Just as he and his friend were walking up to the mine entrance, a single wraith was walking out. It immediately picked up on the heartbeats of Damage Inc.s finest and charged with supernatural fury.
It was stopped by Cooldudes broadsword going through its cold, corpse belly and dropped dead at his feet.
He and Emperor James approached the mine entrance with caution. They stepped in.
And now for some answers, though Cooldude.
No sooner than they had taken a few steps into the mine did Emperor James see a twinkle at the far end.
WATCH OUT! cried Emperor James as he shoved himself in front of Cooldude.
A short spear tore its way through the dark shaft and plunged itself through his armor and deep into the left shoulder of the young emperor.
He shouted in pain and fell off to the side. With a powerful hand he yanked the bloody short spear out of his shoulder. Emperor James roared with rage.
James! Are you okay?! asked Cooldude.
Get the fiend now! There is no time to talk! shouted Emperor James as he pushed himself backward with his legs to the mouth of the mine.
Cooldude rushed down the sloping mine floor. Someone had lit wall torches periodically down the short mine. The floor of the mine started with dirt, then progressed to stone as he ran further down to find the culprit who had tried to assassinate him.
Cooldude could hear the fiends footsteps tracking away from him.
Finally he saw the end of the mine, but is was not at all like he expected. Instead of just a stone wall at the end of the mine, he saw an opened golden door attached to the wall. On the other side of the door, which should have been stone, was a portal to another realm where hundreds of wraiths were walking across a gray sandy desert towards him.
The sky in the other realm was gray with swirling red clouds.
And the wraiths plodded on simple sandals in that world as they did in this world.
In fact, a dozen were just about minutes from reaching the door to cross over from the other realm to Hie Brasil. Between Cooldude and the portal was a disturbingly odd monk. The monks robes were not earthy brown, but golden. His hood was down and it revealed the face of the gatekeeper of the portal.
He had steel blue eyes, a hawk nose, black hair and vampire fangs. The being held a magic staff made of wood as black as obsidian and was a hundred times stronger than the stone. He pointed at Cooldude and grimaced.
The door had been opened by this side by your kind. We have been invited to bring destruction to your world. The apocalypse is at hand, whelp, said the gatekeeper.
The miners must have unwittingly opened the door assuming it held treasure or something, surmised Cooldude.
Cooldudes eyes scanned a golden placard above the door. It had an engraving in Latin. Cooldude recognized some of it as saying the door must be sealed in gold. And gold was abundant as this portion of the mine had softball sized nuggets lining the walls and ceiling. You cannot stop us!, bellowed the gatekeeper as he charged towards Cooldude.
The gatekeeper swung wide and his staff smashed into the wall next to the leader of Damage Inc. Chunks of gold and stone went flying into the air.
Cooldude blocked the next shot with his broadsword that stayed strong and true as it did for his father and other ancestors.
The two fearsome fighters exchanged blows back and forth and the sound of their weapons colliding sounded like gunfire. The two battled back until Cooldude could feel that his feet were on the earthen floor portion of the mine that was close to the entrance.
When the gatekeeper swung his staff and missed Cooldudes face, the crafty leader kicked a cloud of dirt into the mystic monks face.
The gatekeeper howled in a temporarily blinded rage as he tried to defend himself from Cooldudes onslaught of fearsome steel.
It was like his father taught him; Save the manners and grace for the noble court and do what it takes on the battlefield to win.
Cooldude drove the gatekeeper back towards the golden portal door at the end of the mine. But Cooldude had to stop when the gatekeeper bumped into a pack of wraiths behind him.
The dozen wraiths had made it though the portal and were in Hie Brasil.
You see fool, shouted the gatekeeper, My minions are too many!
Cooldude summoned his strength.
Cooldude replied, True, your forces are many. But what you have in numbers you lack in heart!
And Cooldude followed through with a sidestroke so strong, that his sword shattered the gatekeepers magic staff in half when he tried to block it.
The gatekeeper looked stunned as Cooldude came down on him with an overhead sword smash that split him halfway down the middle like a log on the chopping block.
The gatekeeper collapsed in a golden clad heap.
Suddenly, the dozen wraiths fell to their knees and began shrieking while holding their heads. Their once glowing eyes went black as night.
Apparently, the mystical bond between them and their mysterious monk leader had been severed for good and they were lost without his guidance.
COOLDUDE GET OUT! QUICKLY! shouted Emperor James from the entrance of the mine.
Cooldude beat a hasty retreat from the bizarre scene in the gold mine. Once outside, he saw Emperor James had summoned Damien once again.
I did it James. I took down their leader, said Cooldude.
Under his mask, Emperor James smiled. His upper armor was removed and he had torn a part of his crimson cloak to bandage his shoulder.
It looked like the injury may have hurt like hell, but the emperor was not one to show it.
Stand back, we finish this now! said Emperor James.
With a wave of his katana, he ordered Damien to stick his muzzle into the entrance of the mine. With lungs full of fire, the dragon unleashed a molten tornado into the small mine.
The heat was so intense that the wraiths were incinerated and the gold in the mine began to melt.
So much gold was melted that it oozed by the buckets from the ceiling and walls. The melted gold began to flow towards the portal on the wall and started to collect because the mine sloped slightly down towards it. The gold flowed until Damien stopped breathing into the mine. The red ore began to thicken, pile up and then cooled until it became a sparkling, golden seal for the portal.
The door to the other world was closed forever as Cooldude would see when he would later come back to check on the mine.

Chapter 14, A Rippling Effect

On the countryside before Hibiscus, hope was almost lost on the bloody battlefield because the wraiths were nearly a mile away from the city.
And then a miracle happened just as Cooldude had killed the gatekeeper in the mine on the far north side of Gods Palm.
What is going on? shouted an elf clad in green archers garments.
The sea of black cloaked wraiths had dropped their weapons and where thrashing about the ground while holding their heads and screeching like high pitched, injured crows.
Dracunis, the winged man-demon and lunatic warrior of Damage Inc. shouted above the screaming wraiths,
TO VICTORY!
Dracunis, the remaining warriors of Damage Inc. and the rest of the survivors of other clans tore into the wraiths with new strength and vigor.
A young Damage Inc warrior in a full suit of bronze armor named Ajay rushed forward with the Damage Inc. war banner on a pole. He looked at Dracunis and shouted
TO VICTORY!
And hoisted up his clans colors on the battlefield.
A chorus of frenzied shouts went up from Damage Inc.s warriors as they saw this and fought on with all their might.
A rainbow of banners went up along the countryside as one by one, clans were taking back lost ground and standing proud against the forces of darkness.
Over a few weeks, not one wraith remained alive as they were rooted out one by one by the warriors of Dragon Court.

Chapter 15, End

It was a tiresome march back to the southern shore where Gepfar and his crew of waited on the premier ship of the Damage Inc. armada.
Gepfar welcomed Cooldude and Emperor James back on his ship and watched with great sadness as he noticed only half of Damage Inc.s warriors were coming back home.
His heart sank further when he noticed that some entire clans were not returning at all.
Their deaths, although sad, were honorable Gepfar. They died defending the world. They went down as heroes and will never be forgotten. Mourn for them, but remember to keep a happy heart for the war is over and we have won. Everyone will have a future to look forward to because our warriors faced evil with brave hearts today, said Emperor James.
Cooldude looked back at Hie Brasil as his ship sailed away into the setting sun towards his home in mainland Dragon Court.
Never again, said Cooldude to himself, Never again do I hope to see such horrific sights and awful loss of life. But if evil should rise up again, Damage Inc. will be there to plunge a sword into its dark, empty heart. Above all else, this I vow.

~FIN.

Well, I guess the smallest light can slice the night. Because of one man and his faithful friend, the fate of the world headed into another direction instead of facing destruction. I hope youve all enjoyed this tale of valor and mighty deeds. Until next time, this has been Damage Inc. Theatre.

*Darkreverend closes the book and the lights dim as the music plays.