Snuffing the Pesky Players Out!
Jack sat on his throne, relaxedly turning the pages of his Necrocluckonomicon and nodding from time to time.
He was gently playing with a flame, making it twirl around his finger as it softly illuminated the dark surroundings. It was barely a flicker in the face of the Death Demonic Energy, but it was sufficient.
He didn't care about the FML's song in the background, nor did he the apocalypse happening in New Leaf. He knew that all he could do was patiently wait from now on.
He kept reading, time slowly trickling by:
A minute.
An hour.
An eternity.
But then, an announcement chimed in…
[The Devil Has Breached The Dimensional Space!]
[The Exalted Hunting Lord Is Coming!]
[Where Will You Run Now?]
Everywhere else, the players jumped up in fright.