Hey, all. Herr Wozzeck here with another story. This time, it's NMH related, and I was aiming for a drabble here, so here are disclaimers:

No More Heroes does not belong to me; it belongs to Suda51 and the guys at whatever the hell the name of the company that developed this awesome game is.

So, this was written on the spur of the moment while waiting for a dinner delivery. Sue me.

You know the rest. Here you go!

Game Over

Our swords of light clash over and over again. Here we are, fighting just because we like to fight. It's always the same damn reason that I go around killing people; I do it for sport. For LB dollars. For women, although now that Sylvia's officially dissapeared from my life, I guess the women factor is out of my reach.

I'm tired of this Henry motherfucker already. It's annoying enough that this fight is going on longer than I want it too; it's that I've waited long enough for stealing the Rank Five kill and my revenge is coming slower than I wanted it do.

We wound up in a clash, and before I even knew it he was spouting revelations about me and himself that were startling to me. But seriously, who the fuck believes this shit anymore? I'm stuck in some silly game with the same overused plot with the player being all 'end it now'! Why the hell did I agree to kill people on that bitch Sylvia's suggestion anyway? She was just stealing my money through those overly priced entry fees. Should have known she'd pull a stunt like that, with the entry fees being so high.

After the revelations were through, I realized that I'm tired of this. This plot is getting old fast, and I'm guessing every twist as it happens. I seriously want out, but what the hell do I do?

I actually did ask myself that question out loud as we ran out of the motel that I lived in, and then he said something about how we just keep running.

I propose we find paradise.

And once again, our blades clash, right in front of the intersection where I walk to go to Beef Head Videos, and then the fight really gets going after that.

I don't remember what happened later. All I remember is blood flying all over the place from some dead guy. Is it me? Is it Henry? I'm guessing it's Henry because he talked about how he was a foil to me earlier, and the fact that he's lying in front of me right now.

But whatever. All I know is that somehow, I have this thing in my stomach, and I'm laying here dying.

Hmph. Game over indeed.

All I have problems with is getting over the fact that I didn't see it coming when I should've. After all, it's all in a day's work for me after doing it for several weeks with that stupid bitch.

Fairly short, I know, but hey, it's a thing to pass time, you know?

Anyways, you know the rest. I hope you enjoyed!

-Herr Wozzeck