A/N: Written in response to the "Regicide" challenge on the LJ community "zimchallenge."
Bodies littered the landscape beneath an alien, uncaring sky. As seeping blood from the corpses continued to paint the dry, thirsty rocks a sated red, a lone figure perched upon an outcropping, surveying with glee the destruction he had wrought.
Yes. After a campaign of nearly a year, FINALLY, inevitably, they were all dead. There was no one left to challenge his power. His reign would be UNDISPUTED.
The heavily armored alien adjusted the medals pinned to his vest with pride. So engrossed in his own triumphant megalomania was he, that he barely heard the figure creeping up behind him, the rustling of tattered rags…
"I thought you were dead." That voice! All too familiar.
He turned, speechless. Impossible! It couldn't be. He had killed them all.
"By all rights, you should have been, after our last meeting. Every bone in your body should have been crushed. I'm still not quite certain how you survived."
The new arrival stood up, wielding a fearsome rocket launcher with frightening ease. And leveled it, without hesitation, at his head. He gaped; nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. But no one would DARE to challenge him.
"And now that I know you're alive, I find it so…ANNOYING," continued the person who, in fact, was daring to challenge him. "I plan to remedy that. Although, for obvious reasons, my victory may seem false and hollow to you."
His lips parted; he opened his mouth to speak. To send the child QUIVERING at his might.
"U wil nto win!!11 I ma too l33t 4 U!!!1"
Her left eye twitched, and she lowered her gleaming firearm. "Jeez, at least take your time to type more slowly. I'm going to kill you, here."
He laughed, arrogantly. "OMG, U R just jealos becuz I am a btr gamre than U!"
She undid the cloth hanging over her face, revealing a scowling pig's snout, and rolled her eyes. "Okay, so much for my triumphant, dramatic victory. Whatever." She raised the weapon again. "Eat hot, screamy pixel death, LOSER."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!11" As the end of his dynasty mercilessly approached, the cold jaws of oblivion devoured his cries, annihilated all that he was. The hideous, customized alien game skin blinked several times, and disappeared.
On the screen, the words, "Supreme High Score: IGGINS!" faded. In place of the vanquished ruler of Unreal Piggy Tournament 3076: Online Interactive Edition, "GamSlavGirl" assumed her throne. Balance was restored.
In her chair, munching happily on a slice on Bloaty's pizza, Gaz leaned back away from the computer and grinned unpleasantly. The King was dead.
Long live the Queen.