Arch Tyrant: Chapter 1The Beginning of the EndArch Tyrant: Chapter 1 by Actin2
"I swear, a shotgun is the answer to all of life's problems" Reece joked. He walked down the concrete steps, talking with his friend, Michael who took a bite out of his pie, the gravy leaking down his chin, "Damn" he said as he wiped it up. Both of the boys were in the 8th grade. Reece's hair was messy and looked like a comb had never touched it. He was also quite tall. In contrast, Michael had short hair, always wore sunglasses and his hair was jet black. This resulted in him often being teased for being "Emo". This was far from the truth however; he was one of the most cheerful people you could ever meet. As they walked down the steps talking, books in hand, they saw a boy, Scott, gripping another boy called Sean around his neck. Scott had spiked blonde hair, and a few scars on his face from the fist fights he had "won". His nose was usually broken in several places and had a very low amount of intelligence. Despite that downfall, the girls admired him. Simpl
Arch Tyrant: ProloguePrologueArch Tyrant: Prologue by Actin2
"FIRE!" guns blazed, men fell.
War in this time is very much like that too most people. In this time, this is what is left of strategy. No apparent strategy but killing. Three days this cycle had been going for, Three days that seem to continually drag on and on. "Take cover!" Yelled a voice, Jarred ducked beneath the bunker. A large explosion sounded, and the troops covered their ears in pain. A man was stuck with shrapnel from an artillery round, and fell face first into the mud. No one would help him up however, he would either find the strength to save himself, or he would be lost. For you see in this army, teamwork has no purpose. Many men have lost their lives due to this, but it serves a very important purpose, it narrows out and eliminates the weak, and because no one will save anyone else, it also ensures that none of them develop any strong relationships with each other. None of the troops have families any longer; all of the relations with their pasts are severed on