Disclaimer: I put this in Starcraft for one reason: My screenname. It is Dark Templar Morter. I think the Dark Templar should be the most respected unit in the game for their great strength.
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Ecstatic Death
It was a great morning.
Sun shining, people happily driving
Kids playing, mothers laughing, TV people getting paid.
All that shall seem like nothing
As the ground starts to shake violently
causing buildings to collapse, cars to crash, and havoc to spread.
The concrete of the sidewalks and the tar of the streets
Start to break, fire, lava, and hell breaking loose onto the unsuspecting victims.
The citizens of the town scream in terror as skeletal warriors and zombies
and hideous monsters rise from the earth, rearing their ugly heads and roaring
roaring in bloodlust and victory. As all this happens, people
fleeing to their rooftops, see one figure. It is made out as a man
with slightly spiked black hair, a greenhead band, a blue cape
that is 1 inch from the ground, some sort of scarf that covers his nose and mouth.
But, what is most noticable about the strange rooftop man is his glowing blood red eyes.
Eyes that watch over the town as buildings are being torn down
Men, women, children, and even pets being slaughtered by the undead
Nothing can stop the ravaging army, not even the men in blue can even put a dent into the skulls of attackers.
Men screaming, women shrieking, children crying, blood flooding the streets, corpses flying,
Body parts hitting walls as they're being cut and blown off by the superstrengthed demons.
And all that the caped man can do...is laugh.
For that is all he will do. This kind of outbreak of death is found amusing by him.
For it is he that wrought this chaos among the measly weak planet that is Earth.
No, he isn't the Devil, nor is he God.
Not a disciple, a necromancer, an angel, nor a lost soul.
He is the last thing people see before their heads are chopped off.
The last thing people hear before before their skulls are impaled by the swords of hell.
The last thing people feel before being gored by the hoard of bloodthirsty zombies.
No one knows him, but, oh, they will when they first see him...in hell.
He is stronger than death, greater than life, more horrible than hell, more pleasant than heaven.
He is not demon, nor human. He can destroy all with nothing but a thought. He is forgiving but no one knows.
No one cares for him, despite all he can do. For this he makes everyone pay. He makes life pay. He makes Earth pay.
Loader than Linkin Park, more silent than unmoving air. As friendly as a timid bunny. As deadly as Armageddon.
He is judgement day, he is the supernova. He is Life, he is Death.
He is Dark Templar Morter.