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"he got himself killed... He finally got himself killed..."
[b]john repeats to himself, he sits in his wooden cabin and dons the mask of his predecessors. He picks up the corpse and walks toward the pit in the center of the town. He throws the corpse in to the Hole and covers it in lighter fluid, finally setting it ablaze.[/b]
"See you on the day of the dead, brother..."
[b]he speaks to the Shepards over an intercom the next day[/b]
"as you have likely heard... Shepard aka, Lucas, has been killed by one of the few remaining fear mongers. I, being next of kin, and at his request, have been appointed as the new king of the Shepards..."
[b]he lays back on a torn and nearly ruined couch and turns on a TV, trying to take his mind off of what the hell had just gone down.[/b]
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"I failed you Tara... I've doomed all of you..." [b]a pool of blood expands from behind him, his body still clinging onto just comprehending the Concept of survival[/b]
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"D-don't even try Tara... It's over." [b]he looks at her and smiles rather weakly before losing conciousness and going into shock[/b]
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[b]he stops her from healing him he gasps for air, laughing slightly at his own pathetic and feeble clingings to life. He remains silent, but looks Tara in the eye, smiles, and slowly begins to drift into the sweet embrace of death[/b]
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[b]he stops her from healing him, ceasing her spasm. He smiles and looks up at her, bleeding out. He uses his hand to close his own eyes, as to save everyone the displeasure of forcing them to do it [/b]
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[b]he's likely going to die, he's lost the majority of his blood and is severely burned and has massive gashes all across his body[/b] "I-I didn't... I couldn't... He's too strong, T-Tara..."
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[b]he looks into her eyes[/b] I'm... Sorry Tara..."
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[b]a loud bang brings johns corpse into the room, as well as shocked Wheatley[/b]
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"He's dead..."
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[b]he walks over looking like he just survived a hurricane[/b] "He's dead...."
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[b]he cries a bit, then the pulls himself up, weeping to himself silently for atleast an hour[/b]
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"I can't sleep... Ever."
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[b]he tugs himself toward the bed, repeatedly trying to pull himself up and failing before giving his grandfathers signature phrase, the thing he would say after each battle when he was severely wounded[/b] "Sleep is for the weak..." [b]he manages to get atop the bed and sharpens multiple weapons and cleans many more. He loads many firearms and modifies just as many[/b]
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[b]he drags himself toward one, still face down into the ground[/b] "D-- I -o it?"
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"Nah... I gotta find you somewhere to sleep..." [b]he limps down the hall[/b]
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[b]he completely disregards her advisory [/b] "C'mon... We gotta find you a place to... Sleep."
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[b]he barely flickers back to life and stares her in the eye, still mute. His eyes full of tears[/b]
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[b]he awakens slowly, he looks around for someone[/b] "Hey..."
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[b]he Jolts awake, confused.[/b] "Where... Am I..."
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[b]he smirks and eventually bursts into uncontrollable laughter, it was just a rouse, a prank.[/b]
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[b]he wakes up, looking around, confused[/b]
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[b]he begins to laugh incredibly hard, just barely being able to control himself enough not to throw up. [/b]
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[b]he is almost dead. He reaches weakly up to Tara, smiles, and "dies"[/b]
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[b]you find him with many broken bones, and he is not noticeably breathing[/b]
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[b]he lay motionless on the floor, not noticeably breathing[/b]
