Now, in this story, we get to see how crazy Will goes! Wow, lucky you guys! Two stories in one day!

Back in the Thieves’ ship, celebrations were everywhere. Bandits were playing the “knife game”, a little fun game where you stick your hand out on a table and stab everywhere, trying not to stab your fingers. Sins were launching sacks of the dead archer’s heads from the star launcher (as Will commanded). Finally, the weaklings (called Scrubbies) were burying the dead in coffins aboard the ship and turned the archers’ boat in to scrap metal and scrap wood. A Scrubbie job was not fun. But where was Steeisin?

In his dank, smelly cabin, Steeisin was rocking in a chair. He was holding his knees as he rocked, back and forth. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair disheveled, his teeth rotting. “Poopy death, poopy sing, poopy thieves, ahahaha!” cackled Will. He was rocking faster now, his chair making small dents in the floor. Suddenly, Steeisin’s bodyguard Krusha came in. He was greeted by the stench of booze and dead rats.

“Good morning sir, here is the report on the casualties,” said Krusha calmy, handing Steeisin a piece of paper.
“Eeeee! Paper!” exclaimed Steeisin, as he ripped up the paper and began eating it.
“Sir, we have a shortage on paper, I don’t sugge-“
“SHUT UP! SHUT!!!! UP!!! AAAGH!” screamed Steeisin as he spat in Krusha’s face, throwing an empty bottle of beer at him.
Krusha dodged the bottle nimbly.”Sir, are you feeling alright? Do you wish to sleep? May I get you something?”
Will suddenly smiled evilly. “Yeah, bring me a dirty magazine hehehehehe!”
Krusha gave a look of disgust. “Sir, I’m positive we don’t have any of those.”
“WELL THEN DRAW ONE, YOU POOPFACE!!! WAHAHAHAHA! DRAW ME A PONY TOO! WAHAHAHA!” shouted Steeisin.
“Sir, I demand that you snap out of this nonsense. Now, if you don’t stop this wild activity, I may be forced to report you to Dark Lord.”
Steeisin got out of his chair, and smiled. “Of course Krusha, I’ll be good. Why, I’ll even treat my thieves to something nice. Maybe a.. oh.. I don’t know. A DEAD BODY PIE!” After screaming that, he stabbed Krusha in the back, hard. Krusha turned to Steeisin, gave him a startled, yet sad look, then fell to the floor, dead.
“EEEHEEEHEEE! MAYBE I’LL MAKE SOME WITCHES’ BREW!!!” Screamed Steeisin as he chewed on Krusha’s arm. “I’m going to have some Krusha meat today. And, I’ll give my troops some too!” Steeisin cackled as he threw Krusha’s corpse in the fireplace, clothes and all. Steeisin watched the fire wildly, licking his lips.

At that time, all hope of Will regaining his sanity was gone.

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The battle between Dark Lord and the mysterious figure began. Dark Lord threw ten Steelies at once, but the figure was too quick; he removed a shield from his back and blocked all of the kunai. After that, the figure pulled out his odd stick. “Looks like a normal stick, doesn’t it?” said the shady figure. “But it’s not. In fact, it’s something that the bowmen and the warriors have designed together. It’s called a Javelin; it can be used for close combat, or it can be used as a ranged weapon. Try this out!” Suddenly, the figure pulled on a shaft on the Javelin. A spear flung out, dripping with poison. The figure chucked the Javelin at Dark Lord with enormous power. Dark Lord managed to dodge the weapon, and it flung into the ground. Chuckling, Dark Lord tried to remove the Javelin from the ground, but it broke in his hands. “Those Romans actually thought of something useful; making a javelin just like that. If the target was missed, the spear broke, not allowing the ene-“

But Dark Lord didn’t give the figure a chance to finish his lecture on their fancy Javelins. Jumping high in the air, Dark Lord flung Ilbis right at the figure with incredible accuracy. This time, the warrior could not remove his shield, and all 777 stars hit him, somewhere on his body. Immediately, the warrior raised a Screaming Hawks flag and waved it. Immediately, 3 arrows were shot from a tree, right in Dark Lord’s back; stunning him. Dark Lord swore and tried to look back, but another poison arrow flung from the trees and went through Dark Lord’s cheeks, from right to left. Jumping from the trees, the incredibly skilled bowman landed next to the dark figure.

Dark Lord tried to reach in his pocket and grab his emergency Power Elixir, but the dark figure kicked the sensei in the face. “See you in hell, Dark Lord,” chuckled the bowman, who was Hawkeye, leader of the archers.

“You too, Rising Moose and Hawkeye,” spat Dark Lord, preparing for his life to end.

Rising Moose, leader of all warriors, swung his Devil’s Sunrise, cleanly chopping Dark Lord’s head off. On his face was an expression of happiness; a grin from ear to ear.

The pain was over. No more leadership, no more criticizm, no more pain.

So ended the life of Dark Lord.

To Be Continued