2:00 AM here. Just now, of course. I'll make it as long as I possibly can at 2 at night...
Chapter Twelve: The Conclusion...Finally.
(Dramatic wait zone for the story
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And so there stood Klartali and The semi-conscious Mulok before the great council of shaman. They stared long at Mulok, deciding if he was worthy of life or if he shall be killed for his crimes against the mudokon race. Mulok wept and sobbed and kept on rambling, "The boss is going to kill me, the boss is going to kill me..He's going to blow up this whole forest, everyones gonna be dead, and it's all...all my fault...." Klartali stood a few feet away from him, puzzled by all the words and sentences that came spilling out of Mulok like a broken record. "I'm so so sorry..I didn't mean to..No, I did...You all should've died!" Mulok looked with hatred around the room of mudokons. "Your all gonna die! The boss'll be sure of it...He'll make it my dying wish...!!"
After Mulok's confusing crazed speech about his boss, the shamans all looked at Mulok and spoke as one to voice their decision. "Mulok is to be hung for his crimes against our kind, and against every force of nature. Get him out of our sight." Klartali signaled for the guards outside of the hut door to come in and take him, which they did with evil joy, roughly pushing him and kicking him out of the room. Klartali was about to walk out whenever one of the shamans, the eldest of them all, said, "Klartali. You did your tribe, nay, your people, a great thing these past few weeks. You are surely the greatest mudokon in these once-noble lands...." he said with a few coughs and weezes.
"Thank you oh great shaman, but I must get to my duties.." He said and bowed before them, then walked out.
Mulok grunted as he stood on the platform in the central of the camp that had been constructed for the battle, as the hundred or so warriors left stared at him with deep, intense hatred in their eyes. It was to be one hour 'till his hanging, and he really had nothing to do to pass the time except stare, stare into the emptiness of the sky. With a sudden spark his head shook violently and a voice was heard in his head. "Mulok! You fail me! I gave you all those supplies and sligs....And you FAIL ME?!?!? You are very lucky that these primitive mudokons are killing you now, or I would find you and strip layer and layer of skin from your body! Be warned before your impending death, that I will torture you into the after life. The very gods will mock you!" as the strange glukkon-like voice finished off with a mad jolt of laughter, Mulok's head shook violently and his feet began to feel weak, oh so weak....
And so, Mulok dies, and what's left of the Redwood population thrives once more......But safety will not be in those lands for long...
Epic enough for you Joshkrz? I will begin The Life of Officer Clucks tommorow, which is technically today, but you know what I mean.