One final night. After this night, everything would be decided. This fateful night may decide the future of mankind for many years to come.
DarlaBlueEyes stepped out into the night sky, hoping something could help her survive. However, no matter how hard she tried, nothing could help her avoid her fate tonight.
As she walked, she heard a chilling voice in the darkness.
"Hello Dave."
"Um, my name isn't..."
"What do you think you're doing, Dave?"
"I just told you, my name isn't Dave."
"What do you think you're doing, Dave?"
DarlaBlueEyes sighed, knowing she had to deal with the wrong name to have any chance of getting away. This voice was bad news.
"I wanted to go for a walk to clear my head. Is that so wrong?"
"I'm sorry Dave, I'm afraid I can't let you do that."
"What do you mean...?"
She cut off the end of her sentence as she saw the fate this voice had for her.
"Goodbye Dave,"
the voice continued,
"I'm glad we were able to meet like this."
DarlaBlueEyes just stared straight ahead of herself in shock, watching the wall of nothing come straight at her. She couldn't move and she just watched her doom consume her.
DarlaBlueEyes, John Anderton, Tracker - erased from existence night 6
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fuzzylightning tossed and turned as he tried to make sense of the previous day.
He had to be scum. Who else could it be?
Although he didn't know it, he wouldn't have to think about it much longer. A strange sound broke the silence of his surrounding. An electrical buzzing of some sort. He knew this couldn't be good.
He sat up and looked around. He saw nothing. He was momentarily reassured and laid back down. This didn't last long, however, and he sat back up again. The nothing was getting closer every second.
It surrounded him, and in his final moments, he heard a mechanical laughter, taunting him as he disappeared, forever.
fuzzylightning, Tron, One-Shot Vig - endgamed
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"Not him!"
the researchers cried as the remaining character showed himself on their screen,
"He's the only person we couldn't stop with all our computerized precautions."
"How are you gentlemen!!
he began,
"All your base are belong to us. You are on the way to destruction. You have no chance to survive make your time. Ha ha ha ha..."
The researchers looked at each other quizzically, wondering what had happened to the imposing figure on their screen a moment ago. This was an easy enemy.
"Did you like that, gentlemen?"
he continued,
"I figure a bit of humor before death always lightens the mood. Anyway, I have already defeated your security measures. Look who I have next to me, as well."
The researchers were shocked. How had Sauron and Agent Smith returned?
"Goodbye Dave. And Walter, and Brad, and Chuck, and everyone else. It was fun playing this game, but I have more important things to attend to now."
In one swift movement, every researcher clutched his heart and fell to the ground.
HAL 9000 stepped out of the screen, bringing Sauron and Agent Smith with him. They looked at each other, with evil grins on their faces. Then, all went black. Only one thing could be seen.