Ok, here's chapter 8. It's slightly censored, as are all the chapters (I'm going to release the uncut story on Foo Products when it's done). Why is it censored? Because not only is it very depressing, it's kind of violent. A lot. This story really is not for the faint of heart. If it were a movie, it'd be rated R. You've all been warned. Anyway, enjoy it - chapter 8.

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Chapter 8: The Final Sunset

Fooruman appeared just outside of where the Foo$oft headquarters used to stand. He carefully examined the destruction around him. He was somewhat sad about the destruction of Fooville, but only because he was not the one who caused it. For years now, the people of Fooville hadn’t respected him – he had so wanted to be the one to bring them all to their end. He cleared his mind of these thoughts though – he had more important things to do. He started walking towards where the Foo Hotel used to stand. The hotel was completely obliterated now, but underneath the rubble he had a hidden underground bunker.

After a bit of walking, he got there. As he started moving rubble away, he heard a voice behind him – it sounded like it must be female. He turned around to face whoever was talking to him, and found a bloody woman lying on the ground, about 4 feet away from him.

“Please, tell Rag that,” she coughed up some blood, “tell him that I love him.”

Fooruman reached into the hidden pocket on the inside of his robes, drew out a pistol, cocked it, and shot her in the face. “Can’t have anyone finding out what I’m up to. Now, back to business.” He put the pistol back inside his robes and turned back towards the rubble in front of him.

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After about forty minutes of throwing rubble aside, Fooruman found what he was looking for. He noticed that the handle on the wooden hatch had been blown off and he’d be unable to open it that way, but that didn’t hinder him. He drew out his pistol and fired a shot right into the center of the wooden hatch. He put his hand in the new hole, lifted up, and saw the stairs leading to his underground bunker. He walked down and found everything exactly as he’d left it – all the supplies he’d need for his plan were there.

“Excellent,” he said, “now I’ve got all the supplies I need to cast my spell and turn the tides of this was in my favor.” He grabbed a few supplies, walked up the stairs, closed the hatch, and looked up at the sky. He then looked down at the supplies in his arms and laughed. He started mixing potions together. His time of victory was nigh. However, before he could add the final ingredient, he heard an all-too-familiar voice.

“Stop right there, Fooruman,” Unfooruman yelled.

Fooruman was furious. He drew out his pistol and turned to face his enemy. He quickly fired off two shots at Unfooruman. The first shot missed, but the second scraped the side of Unfooruman’s face. Fooruman laughed.

“You’re too late, Unfooruman. What I’m about to do can never be undone. All I need to do is drop this last ingredient in my concoction and the deed will be done.”

Unfooruman screamed in pain as Fooruman turned around and threw a vial of potion into his diabolical mixture. Fooruman backed away from his mixing pot and watched. The pot exploded in a cloud of green fire. Fooruman laughed harder and harder as the fire grew. Finally, a huge beam of green light shot out of the pot and went straight up. It hit the sky’s atmosphere and exploded, turning all the clouds pitch black and blocking off the sun entirely.

“My work here is done,” Fooruman said, “I leave you now to your fate, my worthy adversary.” Fooruman laughed as he teleported back to Cave Foo.

Unfooruman finally managed to get over the pain enough to look up at the sky. He knew he would probably never see sunlight again.