Vive La Revolution #2

"Alright, you psychos, we all had fun here, but let these idiots go." Sergei stomped his feet, interrupting the parade. The Clownslayers readied up. Through their furtive whispers, I learned we had killed more of ourselves than the game ever did.

"And who's going to make us? You, Sergei? Careful! We might wipe out you Clownslayers!" The PvP players laughed, making slashing motions with their arms.

"Woohoo! Sergei's going to save us!" Craig hollered.

"الآن هو التغيير لدينا للهروب," Lee tried to make a break for it but, as they were chained together, dragged all of them to the dirt with him. They coughed and spat sand.

A PVP Player kicked each of the four sinners. Lee took one damage while the others took three.

"How the fuck are there so many of you? Aren't you afraid of death?" I finally raised my arms like an angry Italian grandma. The fact that more than half of these idiots chose to be PVP players mystified me. Without law, are we all just subhumans?

"Nah, bro, we'll be fine, but the noobs won't be." The PVP player laughed. Beneath cloaks of deep scarlet, they fist-pumped each other and tea-bagged the air.

"Funny thing, I was talking to the 420 Gladiators last week, and they said the same thing." Sergei harumphed.

"It's not their fault they're bad at the game."

"They're dead now. All 42 of them." Sergei finished.

"Well, we're the No-Hos-No-Scopers, and we're the fucking best."

"Look, I'll buy their freedom. Name your price." Sergei relented after a long, tense silence.

"Amere's bathwater."

"Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know how many gallons I had to acquire this week already... You know what? Fuck it. You got yourself a deal." Sergei firmly grasped the hand of the lead PVP player, a mildly obese man with a twirly mustache and impeccable stats. They grabbed in a half embrace, then made a fist pump.

And like that, they signed the blood pact. They handed the four prisoners, bound in the stone stockade, over to us, then left for the tavern, celebrating.

"Well, I can't believe it. I can't believe we're still alive." Gordon exclaimed.

"Not after I'm down with you, you won't be," Sergei muttered.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Why did Sergei have a bigger bone to pick with these idiots than I did?

"You need to answer me truthfully. How many of you fuckers wandered into that cave on that day?"