User blog:Violetofen4/Vi writes a Christmas Story for all WCRW wikians to Enjoy~ :D

OK

So

I wrote this story for all your enjoyment, especially for those of you who like A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.

It's called Richtofen's Christmas Carol. No, not my RP character, Richtofen from the video game.

The back plot is that it takes place 7 years after Moon. Richtofen had escaped a bomb explosion there, which took Samantha, Nikolai, Takeo, and Dempsey's lives. In his guilt, he had taken a new name and started a new life in his old, abandoned home. His insanity had faded, but he had hardened from his own fury into a wealthy, cold man with no generousity or kindness in his heart.

Maxis (equivalent to Jacob Marley) visits Richtofen and warns him that three spirits (Takeo, Nikolai, and Dempsey) will haunt him as in warning to change his ways or suffer immortally after death.

So, here is my story, please enjoy.



Richtofen touched the scar beneath his eye as the flickering fire reflected his own face. It was past midnight. Cratchit had left his shop hours ago, and he had followed shortly after.

Zombie fighting was his main rememberence. The earth had never exploded-merely everyone's imagination at the whole epidemic. It was 7 years past Griffin Station. He would never forget his guilt. It was a fading memory in which he clutched Dempsey in his hands as his friends all died slowly around him. The bomb, that cursed bomb. That wretched rat Samantha had set it off, it had taken innocent lives. Everything was gone. Maybe he would have died too, if he hadn't fled the scene.

But now he was different. The voices, the evil voices were also mere memories. Gone. His insanity had faded when the MPD had also been wrecked in that fatal night. Cradling Dempsey in his arms, he had made a promise, a promise to change his life for the better.

"Richtofen...please, help me..." Dempsey had pleaded, more like a moan.

"Dempshey, I-I..." Richtofen had began, eyes watery.

"If I die...please...change your ways..." Dempsey near-silently had murmured.

"No! No, don't leave me here alone in zis cruel vorld!" Richtofen had begged, Dempsey's fragile body in his arms. He was sitting on the ground, sobbing. Dempsey's burnt face had seemingly smiled, and took his last exhale. His last remaining friend was dead.

Nikolai and Takeo had been instantly killed-because Dempsey had went after Richtofen, he was only partially burned, but enough to take his life. Samantha, however, had slowly crawled towards Richtofen menacingly before wilting like a dying flower. She was gone too. He still seemed to miss her today.

To him, he was still Richtofen. To others, he was known as Mr. Edward. Just Edward. Nothing more, nothing less. He daren't say his last name, for he could here nasty things said of himself among others, his former self that died with Dempsey. Now he was a cold, harsh man.

MORE COMING SOON