"Our world is the battle between good and evil," murmurs and whispers of fear could be heard around the courtroom as three young women held a man at gunpoint, "The majority of the people in this world are sheep; passive, apathetic, and patient followers. They are at the effect of their environment, unwilling to stand up and demand change."
Each of the girls looked no older than maybe their early twenties, yet their style of dress couldn't have been more different. The one holding a pistol to the man's head, the one who was now speaking for everyone to hear, was perhaps the most normal looking among the three. With her short brown hair, jean shorts, and grey jacket; this girl's name was Max. The other two, a punk rock looking girl and one that looked more at home in a church than a hostage situation, were named Chloe and Kate respectively. Despite all their differences, both on the outside and within, the one thing they all had in common was having suffered at the hands of a man named Mark Jefferson.
"Then, then, there are the wolves," Max growled out, ignoring Jefferson's pleas for mercy, "Aggressive, intrusive, and threatening. They're the one who feast on the sheep and continue to grow their power and influence by shaping the fabric of society."
The doors to the courtroom burst open, causing many more shouts of surprise, as an older military looking man walked in. The shotgun in his hand and lack of a police badge practically shouted whose side he was on, even if the beaten and bloodied man he was dragging behind him didn't hammer that point home. The man he was dragging was know in three different states as Sean Prescott, a wealthy businessman.
"They shape the general consensus on what is possible and what is not, but between these two groups lies and anomaly," a grin formed on Max's face, her hand adjusting itself around the pistol, "The sheepdog. The sheepdog is enlightened to the ways of the wolf. It is their purpose to protect the sheep from being exploited, to be the voice against oppression, and the beacon for the sheep."
"The sheepdog takes a stand to the wolves and says enough is enough!" Chloe shouted, years of pent up rage against an unfair world coming to bare, "That is us, you twisted fucks, we are the sheepdogs! We are the torch that lights the way through the darkness!"
"For even the smallest flame shines in the darkest of nights," Max whispered, his finger putting a bit more pressure on the trigger just as the shotgun wielding man drags Sean Prescott next to her own victim, "For many do not have the confidence to take action, but those same naysayers with turn their tide when they see you fight against the powers at be. To push back against the narrative that has been spoon fed from the cradle!"
"To rise, as a champion of justice!" Kate shouted near the end, "That enables others to pursue their dreams!"
"The wolves will fight back," the shotgun man declared, or as he's better known as David Madsen, "There is never a sheepdog that doesn't end with a few cuts and bruises."
All four of them lined up behind their two victims, guns pointed to the backs of their head in front of an entire courtroom. Max and Chloe stood behind Jefferson, a man that has caused them both no small amount of pain, while David and Kate stood behind Mr. Prescot.
"And now, in front of all you sheep, two more wolves will be put down by the sheepdogs."
BANG!BANG! Jefferson hit the ground, the bullets having entered the back of his skull and exited right where his eyes were.
BANG!BOOM! There was nothing left of Prescot's head.
"Our world is the battle between good and evil," and then they were gone, as if they'd never been there to begin with, leaving behind two dead wolves and many stunned sheep.
This is what happens when you play Life is Strange while watching Boondock Saints and drinking too much Mtn Dew!