Prolog
Karma took out her story in progress: Dark lord's Empire.
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The Dark Lord of Dratharia was now said to be dead. He was impaled by large spikes, he couldn't possibly be alive. To most, this was a relief, to some it was a tragedy. To all it was an other murder by the infamous Karma Zots, sister and killer of Cama Zots.
Karma was on a killing spree, and it was far from over.
Karma put the book down. She checked the time. 11:45. It was time for drinking beer and watching The Simpsons. God, she needed something to do with her life. She sighed, she was so pathetic. She couldn't wait until September, then all the little brats she had to babysit would be preoccupied while there idiot parents went to there crappy little parties. God, she hated them all. It seemed like the only way to get out of her living hell was to watch TV and drink and eat until she couldn't anymore.
She should do something else. She had a mansion the size of a castle and she was a solo punk rocker and a sensation. She was a damn idiot, she did better in her old band, Crystal Soul. Well, not money and fame wise, but happiness wise. Sure, Katie had gone solo too, but what of the ret of the band? What of the ex-guitar player, Melissa? She did have a huge crush on Harley, who was now her boyfriend.
She didn't give a damn. The Simpsons was on. It was the Christmas spacial, where the evil little furby things attacked. She had seen it so many times. She turned the TV off. She was going to go to sleep when her story caught her eye.
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"I will find you, Zots."
And with that the Dark Lord lifted off into the air, his short, misshaped wings somehow holding him up.
And Karma waited.
"I'll be ready when you do."