"Everything is gone, and this is all your fault." Ok yes I've skipped ahead a little bit, just know that my amazing plan to use the ghosts as a form of flying chariot was a rousing success and that I am truely the greatest necro/pyromancer who has ever lived.
"You and your petty group of dicks should have known I'd do something like this, as I have and I'm not joking done this exact thing before." I tell you people read about my history (or have it presented to them orally by some half dead person) and then completely ignore how dangerous I am. I mean in all honesty the best way to deal with me would be a long range rifle, not that I'm giving suggestions or anything.
The Bandolier was less impressed with me. You may be wondering why I left him alive, because I like to gloat. Look I'm not saying I'm exactly the smartest guy in the world, but apparently I am the most efficient. Everything was on fire of course, some of the followers had forsaken their belief and fled (a killing offense in their religion, but its not like anyone who saw them fled enough to care was still alive). My army of ghosts who they could not see were looking on in probably a hilarious recollection of the last time I did this.
"You will let the weak survive and the strong will suffer."
"Nah pretty sure I just killed the weak, at least the weak minded." He charged at me, blindly firing his pistols as he did. To my amazement the bullets didn't find their mark, the ghosts who were standing around me had stopped them. The Bandolier himself was stopped before he reached me, the ghosts seized upon him like rabid animals and tore him apart. It was very graphic. I just stood there watching the carnage, my father appeared beside me as well. It was a nice family moment. Yep even in death my family is horrible. What else would you expect?
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