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What Has To Be Done; Easy Quest (Incomplete)
Topic Started: Nov 9 2011, 03:28 PM (143 Views)
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What has to be Done

Difficulty: Easy

Description: A kind preaching man has decided to start up his own Religion. He is babbling on in the crowds of Planet Frieza, trying to force people to join. He is a nice man, everyone used to like him. But a contract has been put out on him, you must deal with him.

Reward: +400 zeni, +2 DP, +10 all stats, +2 Rp Credits

Bonus: -2 Alignment

Available: Yes
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*Tried Something new here... First Person, Present Time narrative.*

Killing is never something that I take lightly. There are always just as many reasons not to kill as there were to actually stop the beating of another beings heart. As I look down at the single black and white photo, the only method I have to identify the man I have been tasked with 'making go away', I have a hard time figuring out how such a man could fall so far. After all, I know him. He is a man that I once called a friend. Although the truth of it is, that he was more of an acquaintance than anything else.

Personally, I revel in the power that comes with holding another man's life in my hands. Even more so when it's his still beating heart that I am holding. As a child, my father thought I was too nice to be his son, and he sent me to a head shrinker. Needless to say, at the end of that relationship, it was his head that got shrunk. I will be damned if anyone is going to call me a Sociopath to my face.

The stones of the sidewalk are a few degrees colder today than they were yesterday. The randomness of the thoughts that pop into my head as I near the small building that my target uses as his impromptu church, amazes even me sometimes. Why in the world do I care about the temperature of the ground?

Suddenly the smell of the world around me changes, and I realize I have entered the bad part of the Middleton District, the home of Frieza's middle class working stiffs. I walk slowly past a group of people betting money on a strange game, led by a human. Which, is a very strange site for Frieza. There aren't many of them running around our little ball of frozen hell. I catch part of the gamesman's call "...to the Black Queen, win double your money." I make eye contact with the human, and make a mental note to come back and kill him if he is still there when I am done.
The door to the small building is covered in graffiti, 'Jaem was here.' 'For a good time, call 334-097,' I can't help but notice that this is about as far from the world I know as is humanly possible to find. I push the door open, and step inside the dimly lit building, I refuse to refer to it as a church, if a man such as I were to call what is being done here a religion, I legitimize it in the eyes of the people I rule.

I see the man, and shake my head, he looks to be in bad shape. Wearing a roughspun robe of a dingy brown, I can't help but notice he looks like quite the peasant. A far cry from the man I once sat in state dinners and political meetings with just 3 years ago. My thoughts on killing just to kill return, but before I can formulate any coherent thoughts on the subject, he notices me and grins, revealing his brown and yellow teeth. Magically, they all still seem to be in his mouth, although I can't say how or why.

I give him the look I used to give Political Opponents when they just realized that I outmaneuvered them and their own plans or careers were only minutes away from going up in smoke. I swear he recognizes the look. I mean, suddenly and for no apparent reason, his smile drops and he hangs his head, a look of dread and resignation on his face. I feel my heart rate increase a small percentage, that feeling of anticipation. Like a small child who can't sleep before a big event, and lays awake in bed at 4 am, waiting for mom and dad to wake up.

He sits down in a warped folding chair. I look for the nearest chair that will support my size, but quickly realize that this is a very low budget setup. Opting to stand, I shake my head and finally speak, "Boros, one of the girls you tried to force into your little cult..."

I am taken totally off guard when he stands up and starts to scream and chant, and dance around in circles, "This is not a cult. I am the Divine Messenger of the Lord of the Stellar Migration. One of his astral essence collectors will be passing by our planet in a few weeks. The more souls I find for our new lord, the more I will be rewarded."

I look at Boros with a raised eyebrow, and follow his own eyes, he is looking up into the sky, and muttering something under his breath. I can't make out his words, but I think I get the gist of it. This guy is a few Ice Wolves short of a full pack. Not playing with a fully functional scouter. I go reach out for his arm to calm him down, and he yanks his hand away. Muttering something that sounds like, 'Time for the noon sermon.' Turns out, I am right. He grabs a leather bound tome, and walks out into the sunlight. As he steps into the doorway on his way outside, I notice something peculiar about the leather. Eventually, I will come to discover that its actually the flesh of the first disciple he killed. Great, not only is he a religious nut, but he's just as crazy as half the rest of the planet.

I step outside, and where there had been few people on the streets, the entire road was packed with people for about 50 meters in either direction from the front stoop of his makeshift church. Shit, I can't call it that out loud. Remember, always call it a 'building' when you're talking to others. I watch as he begins to preach his sermon. He talks about the Astral Space Ship, and the Anointment that his followers must go through. That part makes me curious, and for the first time, I consider that maybe he isn't crazy, but an evil genius that I need to recruit onto my team. Then he kept talking and any hope I had of his genius was dashed to pieces when he started talking about how his new god had given him a special tool that can bestow the gift of eternal life upon the recipient.

Now I am starting to think he has a god complex. Before I can formulate what god he thinks he is, a woman in the crowd comes up onto the stairs, looks Boros in the eye, and gets start naked, begs to be anointed and then lays herself down on the front stoop of his building. At this point, I now realize he isn't crazy, or an evil genius, he is either the planets biggest pervert, or the planets stupidest pervert. I watch as he 'anoints' the woman, and I shake my head. Now I understand what the clause in the contract meant when it said 'forces people to join him,' my old 'friend' has become a pervert and a rapist. He probably raped the wrong girl, and when she told her father, husband or even her brother, they put a hit on him.

Now I am forced to choose, Public Execution, or Private Murder. I'm the King, I can dispense my own justice whenever and however I choose, and anyone who complains, well, we won't get into that right now, I can't let my mind wander too far. The problem is that Rape is not illegal on Frieza. Well, not the rape of lowborn folks such as the ones gathered here, Rape of a Noble Woman, is tantamount to treason, and I never hesitate to put them on the rack. In case you don't know, the rack is my favorite method of execution, mainly because its torture and execution all rolled into one not so tidy package.

"NOOOOOOO," the shrill scream pierced the air, and the crowd gets quiet, really fast, a man is dragging a woman up to the dias. Not Dias, it's the stoop of a dilapidated building, why am I having such difficulty remembering that? I must be distracted. And, there I go, getting off topic again, anyways, this scream, yeah, it's a girl, probably, about 20. There is a man, her dad or her husband by my guess, dragging her up to the stoop, and he's yelling at her, 'I got anointed last week, its time you did too.' Hearing that one I couldn't help myself, I cringed noticeably. Boros reaches out eagerly, but this is when I make my move. I step up, and grasp his outstretched arm and break it.

The amount of effort required for the task actually surprised me, the old guy had some brittle bones. The crowd begins to yell at me, so I pull down the hood of my robe, revealing my identity. The gasps I was expecting occur and I watch as most of the crowd bows down. I hear a mixed bag of responses, there are positive, and negative, but I think my favorite one comment from this situation was 'Hey, he's doing his own dirty work. What kind of King is this clown.' That guy died that day, but that's a different story. When I kill him tho, everyone shuts up.

With them all staring at me, wondering what I am going to do, I look down at Boros, who has expectantly dropped to his knees and is cradling his broken arm. You can see the broken bone poking at the skin from the inside, as he feebly tries to make it go back the way it was. Tears in his eyes, he looks up at me, and I smile, and mouth the words, 'Happy Birthday,' I know it's not his birthday, but I think it's funny and can't resist taunting him.

I grab him by the broken arm, and lead him to the side of the road, the whole time he is screaming in pain as I put pressure on the damaged limb. I am sure I broke some blood vessels and severed a few nerves, but I don't really care. I get him down to the roadside, and points at the raised edge on the side of the cobblestone street. "Bite the curb," I tell him. He's in shock by now by my guess, so he just blindly does as he is told. I can hear his teeth on the bricks as he puts himself in position. So I put my foot on his head, and wrap my toes around it for good measure, and a little extra leverage of course.

With all my strength, I push my foot straight down, and am greeted with the most symphonic sound, the combination of shattering bone, and the spongy 'squish' of brain matter exploding out of every hole on his head. There is blood and brain matter all over my feet, but I don't mind so much. I need to head home, rinse myself off before I have to be in my next meeting. Oh well, I hope I make it in time.

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