[url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Attack-of-the-Alts-A-Floodian-Epic/en/Forum/Post?id=63546072#referred-OfficerNasty]The Prelude[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-One-Confinement-Attack-of-the-Alts/en/Forum/Post?id=63553629#referred-OffTopic]Chapter One: Confinement[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Two-Surprise-Attack-of-the-Alts/en/Forum/Post?id=63580047#referred-OfficerNasty]Chapter Two: Surprise![/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post?id=63594627]Chapter Three: The Mansion[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Four-The-Mountain-Pass-Attack-of-the-Alts/en/Forum/Post?id=63616181#referred-OffTopic]Chapter Four: The Mountain Pass[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Five-Darkness-in-Destiny-City-Attack-of-th/en/Forum/Post?id=63649315#referred-AttackoftheAlts]Chapter Five: Darkness in Destiny City[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Six-Meanwhile-in-Bungie-PalaceAttack-of-th/en/Forum/Post?id=63662728#referred-OffTopic]Chapter Six: Meanwhile, in Bungie Palace…[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Seven-An-Unexpected-Proposal-Attack-of-the/en/Forum/Post?id=63672818#referred-OffTopic]Chapter Seven: An Unexpected Proposal[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Eight-Ambush-Attack-of-the-Alts/en/Forum/Post?id=63688919#referred-OffTopic]Chapter Eight: Ambush[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Nine-The-Trek-to-Mount-Infinity/en/Forum/Post?id=63728219]Chapter Nine: The Trek to Mount Infinity[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Ten-Taken-sorry-for-the-delay/en/Forum/Post?id=63808480#referred-OffTopic]Chapter Ten: Taken[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-11-The-Powers-Vested-Within-Attack-of-the-/en/Forum/Post?id=63889481#referred-OffTopic%20%28Offtopic%29]Chapter 11: The Powers Vested Within[/url] [u]Chapter 12: Aftermath[/u] The open area near the Destiny City hangar contained what was left of the three-way battle fought by the merged group of Floodians, Density Zombies, and Camnator with his gang of cannabis-blasting thugs. The putrid stench of blood and dismembered zombies, mixed with the bitter smell of gunpowder, filled the air. Deceased bodies and mangled limbs were spread across the ground, as well as empty bullet casings and cartridges. GrandmasterNinja was pacing furiously in front of the closed hangar, angrily thinking to himself how Hawke and BaconShelf could have let Camnator take Smiggles and Greene away. “All I asked of you guys was to sit here and watch my back,” said GrandmasterNinja. “But you couldn’t even fend off a couple of thugs stoned out of their minds, and now your friends are captured!” Before Hawke or BaconShelf could respond, GrandmasterNinja stormed off towards the hangar in a bit of rage. Hawke put his hand on BaconShelf’s shoulder and said, “Listen, Bacon, it’s not your fault. I should’ve snapped out of my incoherency and helped you out.” BaconShelf shrugged Hawke’s hand from his shoulder, visibly guilty with himself. “You don’t understand…” said Baconshelf apathetically. He turned towards the barriers and sat down next to them, gripping the top of his head with his hands. “I was too afraid to fight, but when I tried defending myself, I was too late. Smiggles and Greene are gone because I was a coward!” He buried his face in his hands in disgust, and before Hawke could speak to him, Rampant, Vien, COWPIE, and the two northerners approached them. Hawke didn’t realize that Rampant was here and that he participated in the battle, so when he saw him he felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. “Sup bitches?” said Rampant as he strutted towards his friends, seeing BaconShelf wallowing in his own guilt. “What’s he cryin’ about?” “It’s a long story…” answered Hawke. “Basically, we-“ Before Hawke could finish, he was cut off by BaconShelf standing up and saying, “Greene and Smiggles are gone.” Rampant’s eyes widened when he heard the news. “Eh, aren’t they those nice girls we spoke to at Gatsby’s house, TBocks?” said CND in his thick northern accent. “Oh my, I do believe you are correct, eh,” Answered TBlocks as he reached into his pocket, cracked open a fresh jar of maple syrup, and took a sip. “I remember them,” said Hawke, pointing to Vien and COWPIE, who were fondling each other and quietly conversing. “But who the hell are you two?” TBlocks ceased his sipping from the jar of maple syrup, wiped away the leftovers on his lip with a handkerchief, and explained. “My name is TBlocks, and this is my good friend CND, eh. We come from Support City, a little ways north from here.” CND chimed in, “Eh, we were in Gatsby’s mansion enjoying some cool glasses of maple syrup, until your two lovely female friends approached us.” “CND!” said TBlocks, “I’m telling the story, eh. Wait your turn.” CND responded with, “Sorry, eh,” and kept himself occupied with his moose-skin hat. “As I was saying…” TBlocks said, shooting a quick glare towards CND. “We talked to your friends in Gatsby’s mansion, eh, but when COWPIE and Vien started fighting, we hid under a table while the rest of you ran out. That’s when we found your crazy and intoxicated friend in a strait jacket tied up to a pillar, eh. Vien and Cowpie figured we needed their help, and Gatsby wanted to find someone, so we came here looking for you, eh.” They all looked a Rampant, whose eyes were still widened as he was staring off into the distance. Hawke waved his hand in front of Rampant’s face, but that didn’t stop his gaze. Drool began to fall from his mouth as he mysteriously peered off into the distance. “Oh great, he’s crazy again,” said BaconShelf, backing away slowly from the group, expecting Rampant to lash out towards them. TBlocks thought to himself for a second and the memory of Camnator striking Rampant’s head dawned on him. “Eh, I’ve got an idea,” said TBlocks as he stepped in front of Rampant. “I’m sorry for this, eh.” TBlocks raised his hand, opened his palm, and slapped Rampant, causing his eyes to shrink and his brewing insanity to end. “What the hell?” asked Rampant, rubbing where he had been slapped. “What happened?” “Eh, you were dozing off or something, friend,” said TBlocks. Rampant scratched his head for a second and said, “Wait, you guys said something about Greene and Smiggles being taken? By who?” “Do you remember Camnator? The guy that attacked the night club we were in when JOHN CENA first took over?” asked BaconShelf. Rampant’s face scrunched up as if he had just whiffed an extremely unpleasant smell. “Yeah,” said Rampant, with tiny foam bubbles forming in the corners of his mouth. “I freakin’ hate that guy!” Napalm and PsychBot ascended the dilapidated building where Gatsby was mourning the deceased Daisy, and saw her body lying in a pool of blood. “What happened to her?” asked PsychBot, while he and Napalm slowly approached the scene. . Gatsby looked up towards them, revealing his red, irritated eyes, and shook his head repeatedly. “She wa-was attacked…” Gatsby turned back to Daisy, looking at her shoulder that was devoured by a zombie. “I was too late, and I…I couldn’t save her!” Tears began gushing out of his eyes again as he placed his forehead on her chest, sobbing and choking on his own sorrow. Napalm kneeled down next to Gatsby and wrapped his arm around the back of Gatsby’s shoulders in an attempt to comfort him. “She was a noble fighter, and a good person,” said Napalm, patting Gatsby’s back. “She didn’t deserve to die like this.” Gatsby lifted his head from Daisy’s chest and used two fingers to cover her cold, soulless eyes with her eyelids. “There’s only one thing I can do for her now.” He said, as he stood up, squatted down, and picked up Daisy’s body. He walked past Napalm and PsychBot before they could ask where he was going, and continued outside of the building and towards the open field away from everyone else. He found a clear spot on the ground and gently set down her body, reached behind his neck and unclipped a gold necklace, the pendant in the shape of two connected hearts, and placed it on her chest. Napalm and PsychBot watched him nearby, and even though PsychBot was no longer capable of feeling human emotion, he remembered when he had experienced sadness in his days as a human. Gatsby coupled his forehead with Daisy’s, placed his palms on both of her temples, and closed his eyes while muttering inaudible words. Napalm stepped forward, removed his flamethrower, and set it down next to Gatsby. When he was finished, Napalm met eyes with Gatsby and gave him a nod, giving him permission to use his flamethrower. “No…” muttered Gatsby, as he picked up the flamethrower and brought it back to Napalm, “You’re going to have to do this for me.” Napalm looked into his eyes hoping to find some semblance of hope left within him, but all he saw was dread and despair. He saw Gatsby lie down on the ground next to Daisy, clench her hand, and close his eyes, and immediately realized what he wanted him to do. PsychBot tried to approach him, but was stopped by Napalm’s hand on his chest. “Gatsby, listen to me, you-“ “Stop,” Gatsby said, interrupting Napalm. “I want to be with her forever. You can’t change my decision.” A single tear fell from Napalm’s eye as he admired Gatsby’s loyalty towards his love, and accepted his terms. He raised the flamethrower, aiming it at the awaiting Gatsby, and turned the release valve to ready the weapon. Gatsby turned to Daisy and whispered, “I’ll be with you soon, my love,” his vision starting to blur. He noticed a figure dressed in pitch black robes approaching him, the same figure that appeared to Daisy before her death, Disembodied Soul. “I can’t watch this,” said PsychBot, turning and walking away from the scene. Napalm closed his eyes and gripped the trigger, releasing his fire upon the two inseparable lovers.