Escape from Hell.
A Magic fanfic by Queen of Blades
Hi everyone! I am writing this based on a game I played Viper66. well, him an one other dude. He had an elf deck, and the other dude had a circle of protection green, and Viper could kill me instantly, but I convinced him I would kill the other dude if he didn't kill me, so then he would win. Now that i've given away the plot, let's meet Visara, shall we?
Escape from Hell
(or, Out of the frying pan...)
Visara, being a black type, could not really control her dark nature. After a good 10 years, an Elf-lord finally caught up to her and arrested the beautiful young asssain. She was sent to trial. Today was the last day of her trial.
"Any closing statements from the accused?" the way the judge said "accused" made it seem more like "condemned".
"Yes, your honor."
"Very well then. you may adress the jury."
"Thank you, your honor." The judge sniffed at the title, as if to say "you are not worthy to even speak my title, let alone my name.
Visara took a deep breath. "Good people of the jury, I ask you this. Have you ever been on the street and starving? Begging gets you little. I was nearly dead of hunger when the Cleric approached me. Can you even begin to imagine it? Filth, everywhere. On the streets, nobody cared if you lived or died. If you so much as look at someone wrong, you died. Death was nothing.
"So when someone offered me a chance to get away, it seemed like paridise. A steady job, high pay, a home.... that's all it was to me: a job. It was that or die a horrible death. Can you blame me? I chose life. It wasn't kill or be killed for me. It was life or death."
She sat down. She glanced at the jury: no tears. This was not good.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you may take a short recess now."
A young woman stood up. "No need, your honor. We have come to a conclusion."
"How do you...."
"I'm psychic. We're all thinking the same thing. We, the jury, in the name of the people, proclaim Visara guilty as charged, and reccomend the death penalty."
Visara turned white, and felt faint. The death penalty! No!
"Very well then. She shall be executed one week from today, at dawn. Case dissmissed."
The bailiff led her away in chains. She was doomed.
kk, that was short.... o well. REVIEW
A Magic fanfic by Queen of Blades
Hi everyone! I am writing this based on a game I played Viper66. well, him an one other dude. He had an elf deck, and the other dude had a circle of protection green, and Viper could kill me instantly, but I convinced him I would kill the other dude if he didn't kill me, so then he would win. Now that i've given away the plot, let's meet Visara, shall we?
Escape from Hell
(or, Out of the frying pan...)
Visara, being a black type, could not really control her dark nature. After a good 10 years, an Elf-lord finally caught up to her and arrested the beautiful young asssain. She was sent to trial. Today was the last day of her trial.
"Any closing statements from the accused?" the way the judge said "accused" made it seem more like "condemned".
"Yes, your honor."
"Very well then. you may adress the jury."
"Thank you, your honor." The judge sniffed at the title, as if to say "you are not worthy to even speak my title, let alone my name.
Visara took a deep breath. "Good people of the jury, I ask you this. Have you ever been on the street and starving? Begging gets you little. I was nearly dead of hunger when the Cleric approached me. Can you even begin to imagine it? Filth, everywhere. On the streets, nobody cared if you lived or died. If you so much as look at someone wrong, you died. Death was nothing.
"So when someone offered me a chance to get away, it seemed like paridise. A steady job, high pay, a home.... that's all it was to me: a job. It was that or die a horrible death. Can you blame me? I chose life. It wasn't kill or be killed for me. It was life or death."
She sat down. She glanced at the jury: no tears. This was not good.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you may take a short recess now."
A young woman stood up. "No need, your honor. We have come to a conclusion."
"How do you...."
"I'm psychic. We're all thinking the same thing. We, the jury, in the name of the people, proclaim Visara guilty as charged, and reccomend the death penalty."
Visara turned white, and felt faint. The death penalty! No!
"Very well then. She shall be executed one week from today, at dawn. Case dissmissed."
The bailiff led her away in chains. She was doomed.
kk, that was short.... o well. REVIEW