The Good, The Bad, And The Krully

Original Author: Krulltar

Yoda and Stevehobo watched from the cave mouth as Krulltar dismounted his vintage Harley-Davidson Heritage Softail. Krulltar’s nearly 7 foot mountainous form motioned for the 20 other riders to dismount. He walked towards Mighty Joe’s lifeless shell and removed the smoldering cigar from the mechanical beast’s fingers.

Cohiba. Mighty Joe sure knows his cigars. Too bad that poop sniffing dung farmer doesn’t live long enough to finish one.” Krulltar said as he took a long drag on the cigar.

“Over your evil reign is.” Yodaoncrack step out of the cave into the smoldering heat of the Great Saint Louis Desert.

“Is it evil to believe in something greater than myself? A better world. A Utopia of Awesome.”

“So me and mine gotta lay down and die… so you can live in your better world?” Jamie Rose yelled from the cave.

“I’m not going to live there, darlin’. There’s no place for me there. I’m a monster. I have no illusions about it, but it must be done.” Krulltar grabbed the hilt of his sword.

The End

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