Part Two



Chapter One: The Berserker

I was living in the lap of luxury. My life was perfect again. Boris died. I had given him a holiday. Simple hero’s day. It was on February 29th so it only came around every four years. One day the whole castle that had been rebuilt shook. I run downstairs and see a huge hole in the floor made from the frozen tears of millions of Russian children. Then the tallest building in Moscow collapses. Evil had been released.

Chapter Two: The Tears of Russia

“How has Boris Escaped?” I yell.

The whole city shakes as he destroys half of downtown. The people flee from the devastation but the dust covers them. I cock my shotgun and walk outside. The Czar Royal Guard accompanies me. The CRG helps me onto the monorail. It is powered by seal stomachs. We head to downtown and hop off just as Boris destroys the monorail station. We begin firing at him at a rate of 1 bullet a second. He flees and levels The Little Taste of Russia Mall next to him. The LToRM was where I bought my bikinis. I hate him even more. I take a glock out of my tiger skin underwear and say,

“Now it’s personal.”

Chapter 3: The Death of Boris

Boris runs into the great hall and begin punching a wall.

“YOU WILL NOT DESTROY MY CASTLE AGAIN. YOU WILL SUFFER FOR THIS MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE THAT YOU HAVE EVER DONE.”

He takes a step forward and I wet myself. The CRG shoots him. While he is distracted I hit him with a metal pole. Then I hit him over the head with The Fire Chair made from one billion man hours of torture and infused with my evil soul. He falls in the hole and dies.

THE END