S4 Epilogue: It Ends

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For years, he had warned them. And they had not prepared themselves.

Now he stood on top of a mountain of debris, a veritable Everest of twisted metal, blasted brick, broken wood, and torn bodies. This was a city once. His city. What some had even called a "blog", but he prefered to call it his "LiveJournal". His creation. He overlooked the desolate landscape beneath him with an equal mix of wonder and disgust. It could almost be beautiful, if it didn't smell so bad.

It was starting to get cold now. The dust and smoke had blocked out the sun for the better part of the week. He thought of breaking out his laptop, but then thought better of it. A laptop had been what had unleashd his creation on the planet in the first place, and he wasn't prepared to do that again. He was sure the planet couldn't take it.

How many we're dead by now? It must be thousands, if not millions. He stroked his uniquely-styled, pre-pubescant-like-facial hair as he peered over the craters and fire and rubble. He could not see a single living person. Plenty of dead ones, though. Bodies and parts of bodies were strewn everywhere - hanging from lamp posts, crushed under chunks of concrete, piled against walls and burned black in the infernos. The fires had burned for weeks, and maybe still would be, if it hadn't been for the mercy of nature. In vain, the planet had tried to cleanse itself of the death it was being smothered by. The rain had turned the blast craters into small lakes, but at least it had washed most of the blood out of the streets.

He would feel sorry for these dead people, but he had warned them. They heard him but did not take him seriously. They laughed off his warnings, and they were not prepared.

He himself had run wild all over them, in a merciless, homicidal rampage that toppled governments and flattened countries. Nobody was spared.

For 4 seasons... angry mothers, anti-semitic madmen, racist degenerates... all became mercilessly verbally beaten along with every lifer that his "company" threw at him. They dropped every bomb they had on him, and all he did was shake it off and point at them.

There was nobody laughing now. There was nobody left to laugh.

It was over.

He stared at the landscape one last time, before heading off to journey past the wasteland. He took a deep breath.

A dog howled somewhere in the distance. And on top of his mountain of death, B.a.D smiled.

"I know how you feel, brother." he said to no one but himself.

Then B.a.D moved on... not into the sunset, but into the sunrise.

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