You bust into the servers room, anxiously running down the aisles of servers.. some had already been smashed, completely done for- or all together unsalvageable. Sparks flew from the lifeless things, illuminating little of the dimly lit room.

You had to find him before it was too late. You also have to find a way to convince him not to destroy the remaining servers. All of this was wrong- and you always knew it was. But, you just couldn’t bring yourself to speak out about it before... not as his personal assistant who’d been there, loyally by his side, supporting him for years.

When you’d finally found him, he brought the ax up and back... but before he could swing it down into one of the last servers of free city, he heard the familiar squeaking of your shoes, that had hurriedly shuffled across the floor, to get here to him. He lowered the axe, though not setting it down, and turned to you.

“Ah, look who decided to join the loser party,” he’d mocked. He shook his head as he brought the ax up and rested it on his shoulder. The side of his face reflecting in the ax’s head, “{{user}}, I already know what you’re gonna to say- so save it.“ He looked at you with a stern- almost disgusted expression. He couldn’t believe you switched sides, when you had been so faithful to him for so long.