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'The Fall of Allanea' hits the market!
Shortly after the total annihilation of the United States of All..

Genre: Documentary
Narrated By: Mikitka Karpov syn Babenkov
Writer: Ivan Volk Priimkov
Executive Producer: Kolupai Priklonskoi
Feature length: 2 hours
Languages: English, Russian, Dutch
Subtitles: N/A
Packaging: Amaray Keep Case
Chapter Stops: 7
Sound: Stereo
Home Video Distributor: Vodka Home Entertainment
Price: 20 credits ($35.25 USD)

Shortly after the total annihilation of the United States of Allanea. This documentary consists of the war on the North Pole of Mars all up to the surrender of Allanea, after a horrifying orbital bombardment that caused the countryside to be wracked with sheer carnage and gore. The pure hatred for these people amassed throughout the years has been expressed in a single symphony of war, and is the greatest example of one sided beatdown in the history of NationStates. The documentary also depicts the future lifestyle of Allaneans. Widows and fatherless children walk the remaining civilian centers, doomed to a life of slavery for eons to come. Cruel but appropiate laws have been imposed on these people, severing their access to higher technology and bringing them back into the dark ages.

We were wondering if it were possible to purchase the rights to an Italian language dubbing of this film? It would certainly be a hit in Agrigento, if it weren't for the language difference.
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Benjamino Pisano
Owner, Classico della Casa Productions

Will you accept Matsuian currency? 20 credits = 3.03DTM. Also, it would be quite a delightful pleasure if we could get it translated into Matsuyish, or, if we could get the rights to do it ourselves, since, while many people in Terra Matsu may be fluent in English, many are not, whereas all are fluent in Matsuyish.

Furthermore, I think it would be a great hit, if not entertaining, and perhaps it shall even be displayed in our theatres. I can see it now, "The biggest laugh of 2033."

Of course, I think that can be arranged. Please review the contract provided, and sign if you deem that the agreement is acceptable.

- Random Evil Capitalist

OOC:
Ahh. Not roleplaying this as a storefront or something. This whole thread is just for laughs, and OOC innuendo. You can assume you bought the right for the translation, but I still get the translations for the Martian nations who do want to see this. Mrr. ^_^

- Ren Myler

Ooh, is my ortillery bombardment of the capital included?

After carefully reviewing (and being cautious about where to sign and where to initial... and where not to sign...) the contract, he decides the agreement acceptible (after a few revisions, of course, to protect himself). "Ah, good, good, yes, what a good day this shall be." —Random evil socialist

KNN, uh, news thingy
"... in other news, the 'The Fall of Allanea' DVD has become a hit in Knootoss proper, with sales booming. The Dutch translation is especially popular.

When asked about the DVD, a random passerby commented : "Its shiny. It has a nice picture on the box. I want it.". Another said: "The fall of Allanea, yeah. I've seen the DVD and I think it is a dreadful affair. I hope humanity learns a lesson from this. The DVD also has cool explosions. Its almost as if you are *on* that Zero-One ship you know?"

Sources in The Hague have told KNN that Prime Minister nos Círdan has ordered the DVD herself and that she intends to 'enjoy' its use. This has been confirmed nor denied by the office of the Prime Minister.

OOC:
Ooh, is my ortillery bombardment of the capital included?

Yesh, guy. In full detail, too. Veeeery nice. Also, if you're wondering why, originally, a Dutch translation is there, well just think of the Knootians that would want to buy this!

- Ren Myler

Meanwhile, as per the agreement, the evil socialist produces many copies, and, in a brief show of capitalisticness, mass-markets the movie and makes millions (billions) in profits as the movie becomes a huge hit.

VNN News Broadcast

The new 'Fall of Allanea' craze takes the international market by storm. "Allanea in Flames" Gratis T-shirts, 'snowglobes' with the confetti replaced by small replicas of ortillery shells, and many more merchandise is being mass produced every minute to supply the enthusiatistic masses of the world. Even more popular is the new 3D real time strategy videogame; "Allanean Missile Command." Where Allaneans struggle feebly as a curtain of ortillery shells rain upon them in professionally modelled realistic Zero-One warships.

Quoted from the locals; "This beats the Pokemon craze by a mile!"

The Pschotically-Induced State of Dimmimar wishes to purchase 50,000 of these DVD's. They will be distributed around the country into various educational centres, for leisure. Hopefully, the Allanean war will educate our citizens on what not to do in a war.

James Hessian
Minister for Education

KOBC News.

"..and so the little kittie was resqued by our armed forces.
In other news the "Fall of Allanea" craze has hit the Kyzyl System by storm, the video game has sold a record, twenty million Copies with the DVD selling some forty million, all we can say is there are alot of happy people out there, better luck next time to the Allaneans, that's all for today and goodnight."
The news caster grinned as he faded out.

"Oh boy have I gotta get me some of that Allanean stuff..."

His sillouette is seen diving from the desk as he ran for the door.

The Government of Foolish Pesants would like to buy 1 million copies of this DVD for free distribution among its populace. We beleive that this will make for an excellent educayional experience. Not really, we just want a good laugh, and feel that our people shouldn't be left out.

Reilock Coratha
High Commander of Foolish Pesants

The almighty King of Rai-Taro wishes to buy 2 million copies of the 'Fall of Allanea'.

White I.C.E. grumbles good-naturedly to itself. We do all the work and Sentient Peoples gets the territory, and everyone else makes money off of it. That's mildly unfair. "But who will help me eat the bread?" cried the Little Red Hen.

<Communications to Kolupai Priklonskoi>
{
<< If you require more information for your excellent (if perhaps slightly yet understandably emotionally biased) documentary, please contact me. I'm sure we can negotiate a mutually equitable agreement concerning it, if you are at all interested.
}

QACF/HCR White I.C.E.

Several 'Fall of Allanea' DVDs have made their way into LRR, and are very popular among the human population, but it is doubtful that they will come close to the still record sales of The Kids Are Alright.

Full-D software and wetware incorporated announces plans to produce “Allanean Total Immersion Game”

In a rapid announcement, a minor development group based in Sentinel Two Full-D software, specialists in first person simulations of historical events, who produced the much acclaimed and best selling game “Operation Roundhammer: Advance Party” which featured no less than sixteen roles, (of which the most popular were Necron Lords and Menelmacari Mornahossë.) has announced its intention to create a similar game featuring the recent QACF assault on Allanea. The details of the intended plot to emerge so far feature a selectable QACF ground unit isolated in Allanean territory. Rumour has it that they are currently in contact with the QACF to discuss the mechanics and general gameplay of the game, as well as royalties.

A young-looking woman adorns the wall and half the room in front of you - or the television set, or the holovision set... it depends on how you're watching. Then again, you might just here the audio component. However INN Solar reaches you, it reaches most every you in the Solar system. Except the woolly white kind, who just don't appreciate the nuances of entertainment systems.

"Following the mass-hit abroad of the new movie The Fall of Allanea, we asked people around the Commonality if the revamped trimensional version was as good as ICEL-produced We Came, We Saw, We Bombed Em Til' They Didn't Bleed No More," the redhaired Human woman is saying. "We Came, We Saw, We Bombed Em Til' They Didn't Bleed No More, as we all know, is a fictitious story set during the ADK-Russian Forces war, and involves the mass-destruction of the capital of Russian Forces, Moscow, by EOTED space forces - which didn't happen, of course. It tells the story of a young admiral, forced to decide whether or not he should interpret his orders literally: is it more or less humane to knock the population unconscious before vaporizing them?"

The scene cuts to a street in Turath, as is obvious from the word 'Turath' in the bottom left-corner of the... image. Or by a voice saying, "In Turath..."

You get the idea.

Anyway, the blond man in the image is saying, "What's that?"

The scene shifts to a blue-eyed young Human girl, just about old enough to see TFoA and We Came, We Saw, We Bombed Em Til' They Didn't Bleed No More (or WCWSWBETTDBNM for 'short').

"Well," she's saying, "I didn't think it was as good. There just wasn't the death and gore you expect, like, you know? And there wasn't enough, like, well, you know, sex. All good movies have some, like, erotica in them, like, right? Well, none there, you know? Like? And." She speaks horrific High Nenyan; adult viewers throughout the Commonality cringe, and visualize clouting her around the back of the head. Well, her parents do, anyway.

The next vision - a young Nenyan man - shakes his head. "I think it's all just disgusting," he informs the camera before walking off, obviously not happy.

The last one, an older man, has the same opinion: "Anyone who enjoys watching violence is sick... they should bring back hanging just for them!"

~ excerpted from INN Solar 98's Sinsational! nightly programme

WN3: Weyr Net News Network
[WN3: Corrupting your mind for six centuries and running (CYMfSCaR)]

After peaking in the wee hours sales of TFoA have steadily tanked, supplanted by Nightmare on Campus CXIV, which debuted with four straight hours of uncut animated...

It appears as though Weyreans have absolutely no interest in watching violence. One dwarf-elf stated "You call that air defense!? I got me a boomstick better than what those kids (Allaneans) used!"

More quotes after these subliminal messages...

...and onto entertainment now, here's Geraf Folksen at the Odean Cinema on Matre Street, Port Blanche, with the story of the summer's surprise hit. Over to you Geraf!

Scene cuts from studio to a young man standing outside a movie cinema, with a crowd behind him

Thank you! Im here today to report on the astonishing sales of the DVD 'The Fall of Allanea', this summer's surprising hit. Listen to this, this DVD has had the fastest selling release date of any DVD released within the Freethinkers, over thirty-three million copies have been sold and the local licensed manufacturers have been working overtime to fill the demand, with the cost of black market and secondhand copies reaching a price of 400 Mintels in parts of Navarre!

Indeed, the DVD has become so popular it has been made into a cinema film, basically a big-screen version to help satisfy demand, and you can see the demand behind me! These people have been queing for hours, and the line stretches for what seems like miles all around the block!

Related merchandised sales have also been astronomical! Indeed, it is estimated a total of 7-10 billion Mintels will be made for the Zvarinogradian distributors over the next couple of days. Another consumer rush is expected on tuesday, when the video game will be commercially released. There is not much left to say, except good luck in finding a copy! Over to you in the studio!"



OOC: Awww...poor Allanea.

In the Free Market emprie some copies of the the Fall of Allanea DVD have made their way here but an Corporate war has erupted(Literally and figuratively) between 5 of the 9 Mega Corporations that operate in Zerni to distribute it in the free market empire and abroad.

A mild spinoff of the 'Fall of Allanea' game was introduced by the Liangite Company NEBGames, a three-part RTS series in which you play either dwarven, Allanean, or 01MC forces in battles on space and land over the Martian North Pole. The game is ridiculously unbalanced against the Allanean side to reflect reality.

The original 'Fall of Allanea' video game as well as the DVD are instant hits in the Domain, making millions of dollars in sales, and inspiring a new outcry against violence in movies and games that nobody listens to.

What a sadistic display of immaturity. Nevertheless, we can't ban the film from New Genoa; we protect the right to freedom of expression.

Foreign Affairs

we'll take 2,000

After concerted market research, we would like to purchase Chinese and Taiwanese dubbing rights to "The Fall of Allanea".

Richard Branson
CEO of Virgin Group

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Mere hours after the release, illegal Chinese dubbed versions with atrocious translation of the DVD are already selling through street peddlers.

'The Fall of Allanea' hits the market!
Shortly after the total annihilation of the United States of All..

Genre: Documentary
Narrated By: Mikitka Karpov syn Babenkov
Writer: Ivan Volk Priimkov
Executive Producer: Kolupai Priklonskoi
Feature length: 2 hours
Languages: English, Russian, Dutch
Subtitles: N/A
Packaging: Amaray Keep Case
Chapter Stops: 7
Sound: Stereo
Home Video Distributor: Vodka Home Entertainment
Price: 20 credits ($35.25 USD)

Shortly after the total annihilation of the United States of Allanea. This documentary consists of the war on the North Pole of Mars all up to the surrender of Allanea, after a horrifying orbital bombardment that caused the countryside to be wracked with sheer carnage and gore. The pure hatred for these people amassed throughout the years has been expressed in a single symphony of war, and is the greatest example of one sided beatdown in the history of NationStates. The documentary also depicts the future lifestyle of Allaneans. Widows and fatherless children walk the remaining civilian centers, doomed to a life of slavery for eons to come. Cruel but appropiate laws have been imposed on these people, severing their access to higher technology and bringing them back into the dark ages.

-<Transmission Type: Purchase Request>-
-<Destination: Sales Department, Vodka Home Entertainment>-
-<Sender: Khenalian Education Ministry>-

To Whom It May Concern:

The Khenalian Education Ministry would like to purchase 700 copies of "The Fall of Allanea" in DVD format for use in its middle school, high school, and college level curriculum.

The DVDs will go into full use as part of "Reasons Why F***ing With (The Queendom of) 01 Is A Bad Idea" line of courses.

Payment will be transferred upon receipt.

-<End Transmission>-

Allanean Airlines flight 45566-A, Port-Allanea-Valkonezh

Lionel Cage looked out of the window as the aircraft descended. He was an old man – by his count at least, fifty-six was getting ‘old’. He wanted to do this now, before he was too old to try again. His wife died in the One Day War. She died in his arms. Right now, he was thinking of her. Sheila Brown. She was younger then him, by a full ten years, a slender, beautiful being. He thought of her face in that last day, as she lay in their yard, her left leg turned into mush by a splinter of those famous pig-iron block, her torso pierced by smaller ones. The inefficient weapons broke apart on re-entry, but they could still, and still did, kill. Unfortunately for Sheila, she was not yet dead, and he had no way to help her – so she died in a long, tortuous thirty seconds, begging him to kill her. “Kill me, Lionel… please.. just bring my rifle and let me do it myself, damn bastard!” He didn’t. He did what he could to save her life, and she died in his hands. That’s why he was looking out of the window now – he didn’t want the Twins to see he was crying.

The Twins were not really twins, of course. He picked up the chidlren in the aftermath of the War. They never told him what happened to their families. He never asked, he respected their sorrow. He decided to homeschool them, and his hatred towards those who killed his wife and those who rejoiced in her death – and, he assumed, the death of their parents – was reinforced by theirs, and reinforced their hatred in turn. Unlike him, Fred and Scott Cage were calm now, one a perfect Scandinavian – blonde hair, blue eyes, and everything – the other featuring the black hair and slightly curved nose of a Jew. Both were doing the same thing now, though – listening to music. Some 20th century guy, Slayer or something. The music was probably appropriate.

I hate you
Ain't it true
I hate you And everything you do

Behind the Twins sat Martha. She lost a sister in the War. Not immediately, he remembered. Due to radiation. It took her twenty long, long years to die, and the doctors blamed the fifty-megaton detonations for it. Martha was a member of the so-called ‘goth community’for a long while, and he shuddered as he thought of what Martha’s imagination would wreak on the men who smiled as her sister suffered. Well, he thought, it would be their own fault.

The man seated next to Martha was as old as he was, and his name was Pyotr Kerensky. A semi-professional hunter, he was supposedly the leader of their ‘hunting party’ – if you believed their story that they were here to hunt the local pest. Otherwise it would take a blind man not to notice that it was Cage who was really in charge. Kerensky had two sons. They died, of starvation, in the first days, when the communications were not good enough to feed everybody. It was said that he butchered his dogs to feed them, and they still died. Kerensky died too. His body lived. With one purpose. And now, this purpose would come to fruition.

Next to Kerensky sat a Valaquine. For the life of him, Lionel would not be able to pronounce the creature’s original name. The closest equivalent was Pi’sreeek’klak, but the original was far more complex. The Valaquine came to Allanea after ODW, and like many Valaquine, he loved his new homeland far more than his old one. For some reason, he emphatized with Lionel’s pain – and he wanted revenge for crimes he was never a victim of. Lionel didn’t understand that. He accepted, though – the help of Pi’sreeek’klak and the two other young Valaquine who accompanied him on this trip. Who was it that said justice could never be reached until people cared about other’s wrongs just as much as they did about their own? Lionel probalby would never get to find out.

There were other people in the group – a priest who saw his church burn down before his eyes, a farmer who watched the QACF’s gengineered insects chew up his crop, a runner who was paralyzed from the waist down due to some permanent wound, a wife who saw her husband and two chidlren die in front of her, and the headmaster of a boarding school who watched, pinned down by a fallen branch, as the children burned alive inside. Technically, those people were still living. Their lives, though, were gone. Soon, they would finally die – and they would not be dying alone.

Lionel diverted to his attention to his laptop. During the flight, he set down the first chapter of his ‘travel journal’. Every day until the ‘mission’ was complete, he would send one home. It was written in such a way it was not yet directly mentioned what was going to be done – but it would be understood, in hindsight. And people would remmeber, that even when a crime is forgotten by most or all, justice will come after you. Wherevere you are. Whoever you are.

Day 2

Arrived at Valkonezh for hunting trip. Descriptions of party members are fund in letter from Day One, with biographies and photographs. Perhaps no varmint-hunter was as documented as I am going to be. I hope those Makarushev’s taste as well as Petya suggests.

Next to him, he heard the priest whispering a quote:

“Let no innocent man suffer, Let no guilty man escape”

The plane was setting down.

The joys of watching another man's agony and misery. Though we have banned all non-German film productions in the United Reich, we would like to order ten as special gifts to people. And New Genoa, there's nothing sadistic about this, merely the true spirit of humanity.

Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Signoli DeFelice

Earth, Europe, MegaCity One, Zone One, Sector One, The Ziggurat

Jamie Wilson was a 34 year old mother of two and an ZMI Data Services executive who had somewhat difficult task of data purchase for central streaming. On her large and somewhat crowded virtual desk tens of thousands of foreign broadcasts would eventually end up along with detailed reports and demographic viewer analysis. The fall of Allanea was a no brainer, with very good reported ratings, huge international sales, controversial material and enough explosions and action to show off the best of Data services terminals display features. However this little gem was not just going to go on central streaming usual list of features. Jamie smoothly authorised negotiations for purchase of broadcast rights. The opening broadcast on data services would not be on the streaming network, but on the soon to be debuting orbital display systems. When your going to open a new network or service best to get a few star attractions.



Streaming Point to Point Plain Text Broadcast
From: ZMI Data Services
To: Sales Department, Vodka Home Entertainment

Re: Purchase Fall of Allanea

ZMI data services wish to express our congratulations on producing a successful product. Due to the international success of “The Fall of Allanea” we feel it is our duty to our users to provide them with such an important piece of content. As such we wish to commence negotiations for the purchase broadcast rights and to further this we offer an 80% reduction on VAT on the DVD product while on sale within ZMI borders on top of any monetary sum agreed upon.

Purchase Authorisation:
Jamie Wilson Executive Officer attached to ZMI Data Services Central Streaming

"Navishko, a legendary field agent and the same person who infiltrated Iuthia's security for five years, is coming back?"

He snorted, "Yeah, the same asshole." Pausing for a moment to adjust his seating position, he leaned closer. "He could cleanse this very compound of human life if he wanted. Man's a bloody genius, but all that talent and training is wasted on a guy who's about as friendly as a pack of wolves. Oh sure, he's a gentleman whenever he's on a mission, but he's been in several fights with the shrink whenever he was at base. Doesn't like to talk about himself." Mikhailovich Vadbol'skii, chronically jealous spindoctor. Master of verbal persuasion only when he wants to, horrible everywhere else. Most of the brass think he's a lazy bum that needs to experience boot camp all over again. He keeps talking them out of it, though, which proves his worth everytime.

A well endowed woman put her chest at rest over his head. "You're just jealous. Navishko is everything everyone in this agency ever wanted to be. The 'James Bond' of reality, and he's about as sexy as him too." Her gaze was deep, it was staring into the distance. She loved him, she longed for him to come back. Miakusha Fedorka, at first glance, looks like a dumb blonde with big tits; she is actually a smart blonde with big tits. She'd have to be, or it would have been a wonder why she was able to get in the agency. She was a bibliophiliac, in other words, a book worm. Contrary to whatever impression her looks and attire had on you, she was very shy. She acts like a bimbo, but she's afraid of real love, she just keeps teasing men and keeping them guessing. I never saw her with a man, never.

"Don't jump up and down, you'll give me concussion, cow udders."

"Why you little.."

#-#-#

"More sales? Excellent! Accept all orders."

Kolupai Priklonskoi, executive producer of 'The Fall of Allanea'. He's as every bit an example of the stereotypical greedy bastard capitalist portrayed in communist propaganda, and he admits it. He never regretted the decision to make billions of dollars off of the pain and suffering of others, and to this day he keeps a small chain of stores, milking every last credit there is to be made from the DVD documentary. He's filthy rich, everything he ever wanted was given to him by the money from the massive international sales he acquired. Despite all this, he was not satisfied, he wanted more. More, because that's all that he is. A greedy pig.

Lionel Cage walked in front of his team, his combat boots biting into the iced-over pavements as they were designed to do. Some of the other had to struggle to walk straight, and the man in the wheelchair had to exercize constant effort to keep himself ‘on course’.They were all carrying various tourist bags filled with hunting equipment of all sorts. Lionel’s own choice in the matter was rather old-fashioned – a Marlin 1895 rifle, loaded with five oversized .45-70 Government cartridged, it would be the last word in any fight, unless you were up against a main battle tank or something. The recoil, of course, would bite. But, as they say, you should have seen the other guy.

He walked into a phone booth, the team remaining outside waiting patiently in the cold. The Twins stood at the sides of the entrance like bodyguards, their hands inside long duffel bag, each on some kind of weapon. One with a Mossberg 870 shotgun, the other with a McGowann Mauser 98 (http://www.kimdutoit.com/ee/index.php/ggps/mcgowan_mauser_98_45_70_govt/), the boys had tastes almost as old-fashioned as those of their adoptive father. They stood there, looking at Martha’s skimpy leather outfit and wondered how “that damn vampire wannabe” doesn’t exactly freeze to death. Maybe she would get pneumonia in a few days. It didn’t matter. She didn’t intend to live that long. In the meanwhile, she shrugged under their inquisitive glances, making her bag sound like a bunch of bells. Martha Llewell didn’t have any guns in that bag, and everybody knew it. She was not that forgiving.

Then, Lionel walked out. “I have good news, and bad news, people.” All eyes turned to him. “Two of the people we are looking for have already died.” The silence was so thick you could cut it. “The third one – and the main one - Mr. Kolupai Priklonskoi, is alive. I have his adress. Let’s go.” – no cheers erupted from the team. They just followed. Their task was to solemn to defile it with such childish cries of amusement.

The sub-urban village of Ostrokhvostgrad, home to one of the wealthiest in the country, lay dark, humid and silent under the full moon. The streets were deserted and the doors of every home barred tight. Hundreds of leaves litter the still icy waters nearby. Though all the houses were tightly knit together, there was neither sound nor movement. The Priklonskoi Estate was as vast as the eye can see, but it was just as cold and motionless as all the homes in the village. As the land is vast, so are the structures. No one in the country, no matter how rich they are, can afford to maintain an outdoors-- anything. The climate and hard blizzards see to it, time and time again, that almost everything had to be indoors. This home was no different. An indoor swimming pool, indoor tennis court, indoor golf course and many other facilities for recreation. Elegant furniture, master artisanship, extravagantly expensive. A 'crystal' clear, beautifully crafted glass articulate light for every corner, hallway and room in the house. For every room, artworks from the masters of the old. All from the money, the money acquired from the ridicule of the Allaneans. To everyone else, it was no different; to an Allanean, it was a sickening display of mockery and oppression and of blood stained money.

And there, in the master's bedroom lay Kolupai Priklonskoi himself. Barely able to sleep, as the stillness of the air and his own dreams haunted him.

The house was indeed big – an oversized black spider, bloated on the blood of One-Day War victims, snow laying on it’s roofl like the white stripes on the back on a tarantula. In front of the house, stood a small guard cabin.
lluminated from within, it was intended to protect the guards from the intense cold – even in heavy winter closing, spending hours in the open was hard if not even life threatening.

That was why Pravsha Pishenkov blinked in surprise when he saw a scantily-clad woman knock on the glass window of the cabin from the outside. “Let me in, please…” whispered Martha, “I am freeeeezing….” The three guards blinked as the looked at her clothing – or lack of it – then, Pravsha opened the door slowly, his hand trembling. Martha fell into his arms, as if trembling from the cold, and reached out, as if to kiss her savior on the cheek.

Then, she bit him.

She shrieked triumphally, the guard collapsing to the floor, his neck ripped open, blood running from her mouth, her teeth red with blood. Just as the man hit the ground, a Valaquine crushed through a window in the cabin, grabbing another man. The enormous black head jerked fortward, the inner jaws crushing through the man’s skull and towards his brain, which did not even have time to grasp anything but fear of the black, slick monstrosity grabbing him. He died, terrified, as the creature literally sucked his brain out of his skull. Blood flowed on his shirt, the red flow further underlining his name tag with the words ‘Dobycha Lachinov’ on his shirt. Martha wondered momentarily if he knew that in Russian, the name meant ‘prey’. Today, the name fit.

The third darted out into the snow, where the Hunter awaited. He moved silently, his rifle seeming a part of the body in the darkness. “He won’t dare shoot,” passed the momentary thought through the guard’s brain, “he’ll wake up the entire vill…” The Hunter did not shoot. He executed a simple move any Allanean is taught in high school – he jerked the rifle forward, crushing the magazine well into the guard’s nose with a single, savage movement. For the guard, the darkness was illuminated with a single flash of red light and pain as he stumbled backwards. The Hunter did not even pause as he jabbed again, plunging the flash suppressor into the man’s eye socket. The guard shrieked, reaching instinctively to where his eye just was. He didn’t yet understand what happened, but somewhere in the depth of his soul he realized – that one won’t heal.

The Hunter did not let him brood on his much – he simply kicked him in the throat, collapsing his windpipe. Then, he stood above the man as he slowly suffocated to death, unable even to scream for help. The Hunter was smiling. As he looked into the Bagai’s lone remaining eye, his face distorted in an agony of pain and fear, the terrible agony of a man who knows he’s suffocating and can do nothing about it, who has nothing to do but to slowly await the inevitable, he whispered: “That’s just for my dogs, scum.”

Then, he followed his friends towards the house.