Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150819063938/@comment-24306135-20150825220249

NegativeZero.0 wrote: (So, Saron's going to die and then you're going to leave: Is that it?) (Honestly, I think so. Stuff's been coalescing or a while, and I think my time here may be up, permanently. If I drop in from time to time, it'll be different and pointless enough that nobody will notice. Zero, before I go, I want to thank you for being one of the best people here, and staying above all this, and most importantly, giving me the second chance. I won't need it anymore.)

(Back to the roots, I suppose.)

Sauron sat on Ceres and thought.

It wasn't any good to fight it anymore. They all hated him. He finished writing on his datapad, set in on the chair he'd sat on, drew his knife and pistol, chambered a round, and walked towards the Hive fortress.

The first Knight saw him, then called his fellows. They drew their swords. Sauron raised his Ward.

The first Knight to charge in died from a shot to the face. The second was the same. Then the thralls came up from the pits, screaming. They clawed at him, and their blood was green on his armor.

He looked down and his leg was pierced. It wouldn't move, so he knelt down and kept it up. He didn't need it anymore.

The next Knight took Sauron's knife, buried in its throat. So Sauron used his fists.

A Boomer slug took him in the shoulder, so he switched hands.

After all, it didn't matter anymore. The ghosts of his dead fought around him, phantom soldiers and phantom foes.

The last Knight to come before him was red, and it's armor shimmered in the light like frozen blood.

This was the day of Earth's equinox, and the last one Sauron would see.

The Red Knight's blade took Sauron in the heart, and Sauron's last bullet took the Red Knight in the head.

Somehow, the Exo limped back to his camp, clutching at his chest. He activated the datapad as his good leg sank beneath him.

The datapad blinked a simple message.

"Take my body back to the City. It's been an honor."

And then he laid down his weapons, and he died.

(It's cheesy, but I don't care. Make of it what you will.) (Thanks for the memories folks. Never give up, never surrender.)