The End.

[Part time Dreamer]

Guild Overwatch Base

"Sir, we are getting no signs of life from Dirge Lament or any of his subordinates!"

"Damn, it looks like the dead have claimed another guild. Prepare a Tactical Nuclear Strike, we can't have other people stealing story ideas."

"Yes, sir. Target is locked."

"Fire."

"Firing on Ressurecting the Dirge of Requiem Guild."

"Missile impact in thirty seconds."

"Twenty seconds."

"T-minus ten..."

"nine.."

"eight..."

"seven..."

"six..."

"five..."

"four..."

"three..."

"two..."

"one...impact."

"Sir, missile on target. Guild destoryed."  

[TalentedTori]

"Is that-"

"Yep."

"So we're just going to accept this?"

The man's dark eyes glanced over the keys of their monster computer. They had been able to foretell every moment before hand, with enough time to save every man, woman, and child.

His hand curled up in a fist, only silence to that question lingering in the air. So we're just going to accept this? From his curled hand a liquid began to seethe from it, a red blood that spilled out over his knuckles. No sound of anger escaping his lips, nothing but the cold that had always been there in his eyes. And yet, through the most powered anger there ever has been his hand fell against the keys, the blood that spilled over his knuckles now falling across these black painted letters. "No."

His eyes turned to the chairman's who tore his eyes away from the now bleeding keys. "Get them out."

"Who?"

"Everyone."

"But sir we only have five minutes."

He turned and pressed a button that sent out his voice to everyone. Two cold words filling the air. "Evacuate. Now."

Rustling and running and silent mumbling was heard from all ends as he said this. Evacuating, the man with dark eyes grasped the chairman's wrist. Pulling him away from his desk, his headphones slipping off of his head as they left.

They reached out of the building, the last few escaping moments before the explosion began. The man with the cold eye's looking down to the ground, no emotion showing, as always. "But sir, your wife."

He turned to him, a sneer on his lips. "I'm retired and her-" he looked up to the building that caught on quick wild fire, giving no sign of fear as the survivors ran as quick as their feet could carry them.

The man with cold eyes turned to the fellow, bringing his wrists to wrap around the collar of his shirt as he pulled his feet to hover a feet above the ground, his nose threateningly touching upon his. "You will not let her die in vain you understand me?"

The chairman gave a hurried nod and sloppy salute. "Yes sir I understand."

The man with the cold eyes dropped the chairman back to the ground, giving one last note before he escaped into the shadows of a nearby forest. "It's been an honor Chairman."

Another salute, this one firm, at attention, his voice clearly calling out to him as his shadow began to be overtaken by the trees. "The honor is mine." The last word was weak and broken, all these years and they had to start over, with nothing. "Sir."  

[Dirge Lament]

My most sincere apologies for being away this long. For any and all members who are still out there and active I ask that you please help me remake this into what it once was. I will be on an hour or two each day if able. This guild didnt deserve what had happened and to those who tried to keep it alive I thank you.  

[Nishina Rie]

No, i refuse to let the Requiem get destroyed i will revive the requiem & it will be stronger than ever! i have a separate soul in the Dirge of Requiem & i refuse to let it get blown up. The Resurrecting shall begin TODAY!!  

[Part time Dreamer]

6 August, 2014 / Guild Overwatch Control/ 12:20am

A young woman sits at a large desk covered in various computer monitors. She sits leaned back in a chair with her feet on the desk, occasionally looking over the top of her book to glance at the monitors and their content.

'beep'

The woman looks up at the various monitors to see what could have made the noise but sees no variation in the current readings and goes back to reading.

'beep'

Again the woman glances over her book but again sees no variation, so she once again returns to her reading.

'beep'

At this point the woman sits up and begins to actively search her various monitors for any indication on what could be making the sound. But to no avail

'beep'

At that the woman realizes that the sound was not her station but at the station behind her. The station for the destruction and categorization of former guilds.

'beep'

She scrolls through the files upon files of red before coming upon a flashing green file that grabs her attention. She stares momentarily before picking up the stations phone.

"Hello?"

"Sir, this is Overwatch Control station 6. We have survivors"

"..."

"Recommendation, sir."

"Let's not keep them stumbling in the wastelands."

"Yes, sir."



(Holy goddess. Never thought I'd see another living soul here again, even if I missed by a month.)