'Myles', Plexa croaked. 'Myles, the time has nearly come. For too long the lands have slaved under the insanity and corruption that is KadaverBB's rule. The people have had enough and will rise up to overthrow him. You, my son, you will be their leader.
Myles was shocked. Was this the reason Plexa took him in, not out of kindliness, but instead to mold him into a weapon? He felt anger bubble up inside him, threatening to overflow into his speech and actions.
'Grandmaster...have you been planning this all along? If I understand correctly, Kadaver first took power around when I arrived on your doorstep, did you want to use me to stop him? I thought you loved me...I thought y-you were my father'. Plexa simply sighed and looked at him with resignation in his eyes. 'Myles, I do love you. I admit, when I took you in I had some strange fantasy in my mind that you would be able to overthrow the tyranny filled dictatorship KadaverBB installed upon TeamLiquid. But that was it, a fantasy, a pipe dream. But I see potential in you, far more than I ever saw in Kadaver. You can do it, you can be the hero the people need, even if you are not the one they deserve.' Myles felt shocked, but also instilled with a sense of pride. He was the one that could save the land from the false leadership of KadaverBB. There would be no more starving children, there would be no more crime, everyone would have all they could ever need and...he would find his parents again. Then it struck him. Something Plexa had said...what was it? That he saw more potential in him than KadaverBB; could that mean Plexa gave Kadaver the power or means to rule TeamLiquid. Myles stopped himself short, it was impossible of course. Plexa was wise and would surely never be foolish enough to support an individual with such a corrupted and black core. He looked Plexa in the eyes and stated simply, 'What would you have me do, Grandmaster?'
Plexa smiled. Maybe this could be the end and he could settle down and enjoy his last days, before he joined the 3 Great Gods, Nazgul, Hotbid and Waxangel in their palace in the skies. 'I will give you armor, weapons and supplies. You shall travel to the Blogs section of this land, far in the south, far away from Kadaver's palace and attempt to cause havoc and chaos there. Show the people that you can be their leader, show them that under you things will be better. If you do this right, you have started the beginning of a great thing. A huge thing, that this land will never forget in all of its days. Take this hammer, it is the clone of KadaverBB's and shares the name, Hammer of Bans. With it, you shall raise an army that can shatter the very foundations our noble emperor's illegitimate rule is resting upon. You will stay here for a further two weeks while I make the necessary preparations, then you must leave. Thank you son. You have made me proud'. Myles smiled and left the room, though mere minutes later that happiness turned into anguish as he realised what he was going into. No matter how he thought about it, he was an insignificant fly trying it's best not to be swatted, by eating the hand holding the swatter. It was getting late, so he retired to his room for the night, thinking hard.
In his palace KadaverBB was feasting on the flesh of those he had vanquished. It seemed the longer he possessed his mystical Hammer of Bans, the more black his heart became. He sometimes wondered what happened to old Plexa, but cast it out of his mind. He was an old man living on a mountain in the desolate wasteland of Website Feedback. What trouble could he possibly cause? Anyway, he had more worrying matters to attend to. A masked radical who went by the name JD, his real name rumored to be Seymour, had been travelling the lands and spreading false stories of persecution and massacres. Admittedly most of them were true, but a people in ignorance were a people who could be controlled. Kadaver knew that more than anything, the dark clan leaders of the wretched trash that made up the populace of the place he used to watch over had employed that to great effect, by holding random lotteries that gave out 'awards'. Kadaver had found these awards were a summary execution, though most though it was a house in the nicest part of the country. He shivered. He would never go back there he thought. No, let the sea swallow them and the fish and maggots gorge themselves on their rotten skin and bones.
Kadaver ate the last of his meal, before calling for a serving maid to collect his plate. He took a moment to look around the The Great Hall. It was a tremendous room, showing off the riches and power of Kadaver, even though it was his predecessor, the noble but harsh Emperor Kwark who had paid mostly out of his own pocket to build it. The ornaments probably cost thousands of gold by themselves, being intricate and elaborate arrangings. A large chandelier hung in the middle of the room, attached to the ceiling by a jewel covered iron bar to stop it being cut down. The tables stretched the length of the room, simple wooden benches next to them for seating. The throne at the far end of the room was quite simply beautiful. Apparently there were the 6 biggest diamonds in all of TeamLiquid encrusted on it. Kadaver had origianally counted 5, but had been told he was mistaken and after checking again realised it was indeed 6.
A pain rushed through his heart. He didn't know what it was, he had always been healthy and fit. Had he been going too heavy on the milk? He did not know, but it was probably nothing to worry about, heart burn perhaps.
Lying in his bed, Myles was suddenly awoken by a sharp pain in his heart...