Here it is - chapter 6. This is where the story finally takes the dark and depressing turn I wanted. Due to recent events (the war and whatnot), this chapter and the ones to come MAY OFFEND SOME PEOPLE. This isn't intended to be offensive, and I'm certainly not trying to make light of these terrible events. I'm just trying to write what I know. Death, loss, suffering, and pain. So here it is: chapter 6.

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Chapter 6: The Intolerable Hax

Unfooruman gazed in awe at the powerful weapon in front of him. He was amazed that Radium had actually been able to get him the nuclear missile he wanted. He couldn’t wait to finally execute his plan – it would show the world that the unfoos were just as powerful as anyone else in this war.

Unfooruman’s thoughts were interrupted by Radium. “I take it you’re pleased with the weapon I brought you,” he said happily.

Unfooruman allowed himself to smile. “Yes, Radium. Is the ‘drop-off vehicle’ ready for its maiden voyage?”

“Yes, master. Our targets won’t know what hit them.”

“Haha, excellent. We’ll make the drop as soon as we can get this bad boy loaded onto the plane. Dismissed, soldier.”

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Ragnarok had lived in Fooville for years, and he had been very happy there. There were very few war-related incidents there, and in general it was a peaceful, happy place to live. He’d always kind of worried that the war would eventually come to Fooville, but at the same time he was comforted by the fact that no dictator could be so heartless as to attack a town full of civilians.

As Ragnarok got in his car and started his usual drive to work at Foo$oft, he realized that in essence, his life (along with the lives of everyone in Fooville) was perfect.

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Spotty looked at the town below him. He’d never flown a plane before, but the neural implant Unfooruman had given him helped quite a bit. He had his hand ready on the missile release trigger, and had only to wait until he was above the center of the city. Unfooruman’s plan was working perfectly.

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Ragnarok walked through the doors of Foo$oft, went straight towards his cubicle, and sat down on his chair. He looked for a moment at the picture of his fiancé on his desktop, and missed her wholeheartedly. He couldn’t wait for the dinner they had planned later that night.

Removing all thoughts of love from his mind, he turned on his PC and got ready for the job at hand. However, before he could even make a single mouse click, he heard someone from a nearby cubicle screaming.

Trafton was running around through the cubicles like a madman. In itself, this was nothing too unusual. However, this time Trafton was yelling something quite disturbing. “There’s an unfoo aircraft headed towards the center of the city – it appears to be equipped with a nuclear missile!”

Ragnarok couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He didn’t know if it was true or not, but he was going to call his wife-to-be regardless of whether or not it was true. He picked up his cell phone and dialed the number as fast as he could. She didn’t answer – instead, he just got the answering machine. He quickly said what he knew mattered most: “I love you. I don’t know if you can even hear this or not, but I truly, honestly, love you, from the bottom of my hea-“

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Fooville exploded violently. Every single citizen of the one-peaceful town was instantly killed by the wave of destruction that followed. Spotty looked down happily at the destruction he’d caused. He picked up his walkie-talkie and told Unfooruman that the deed was done. He took one last look at the city and noticed that the Foo$oft headquarters seemed to have received the worst of the damage. He laughed maniacally, turned the plane around, and headed back towards base.