[center][h2][color=a0410d]Krieg - Outside Mahora[/color][/h2][/center]

Continuing to slam the handle of his buzz axe against his head, things started to get crazy, and not the fun kind of crazy. "Did you think you could get rid of me that easily?" questioned his voice, scorning him for the futile attempt of removing the voice from his brain. However, he wasn't listening at all. There was something flying in the air, it wasn't some type of new Rakk was it? The colorful rainbow meat, it looked so disgusting. He instinctively growled at the thing, his other hand reaching for his SMG, but it was stopped by the voice once again. "Dude, I don't care if that was the Eye of Helios in front of us, if we don't know it is deserving, then we can't kill them."

"Don't worry...it's a good touch..." Krieg said out in the open. His fingers twitched for his holstered gun, it wouldn't take too many bullets to kill the thing, just needed to get the rainbow meat. Soon enough, the thing started to speak to him, Krieg growled in frustration, the urge to salt wounds were so high, but there were nothing to kill that the voice would allow! The Psycho started to mutter incoherently to himself, this place was already getting to him, and he was only here for at least a minute. "Nggghhhh! MY COCKTIELS ARE READY FOR THE RIBCAGE SLAUGHTER!" As he continued to mutter to himself, trying to push down the urges with a knife, but that only made him more eager to murder. He soon turned his face to the flying rainbow meat, and shook his fist at the pony while screaming, "FRIENDSHIP IS HATE!" As Krieg continued to angrily scream at the flying object, he didn't notice something appearing right before him. 

"Stop yelling at the thing, there is something else that wants your attention." the voice blandly said. Krieg glanced over to find some ginormous bagged man, it was saying something to him, but all he could think was shoving his fingers into the hole of the bag. His attention soon shifted over to Faust, and Krieg yelled at the man. 

"This is my favorite song! Dance to the drum beat of the ballistic, fetishistic, sadistic piss-stick! Let the bullets scrape me clean and never, ever, ever flash a sassy eye at the good doctor!" It was random, and not even the voice could understand what he was saying most of the time, he was just the passenger in this horrible body. Krieg flashed his buzz axe at the doctor, this patient had clearly lost it too long ago, nothing would be able to help him, Hyperion had done too much damage. The Psycho giggled frenziedly as he continued to look at the doctor, he looked strong, like a badass, something he loved to kill. However, something seemed to gain his full attention.

Something slapped him, it was some stinky, over-grown, hairy thing, and it only had two arms. What was this thing? Some sort of horribly disfigured Bullymong!? The voice was hesitant on this one, he didn't know if this was just some random animal, or something more. However, that was all the time that Krieg needed to act on his own will. "HE'S WAITING TO SUCKLE AT THE TEAT OF EXPLOSION CHIVALRY!" Krieg pulled out his shotgun, and the voice realized that it was a moment too late to stop the finger from firing.

"NO! THERE ARE OTHERS NEAR THE THING! IDIOT!" Krieg's eyes widened at the realization, he would get the razor again if he hurt another innocent. With quick reflexes, he barely raised his barrel to the sky before his finger pulled the trigger, firing the shotgun. Right on queue, several rockets hurled out of the barrel, the explosives could blast even the most hardened badass into meaty chunky bits if taken without a sheild. The rockets zoomed over the heads of the three, now four with Faust, missing them by only a few feet and as it reached further into the sky, the rockets blew up in mid-air. Krieg looked at the group, and shook his shotgun over his head. 

"I'M SORRY AS A SLICE WOUND!"

[center][h2][color=#696969]The Overlord - Yellow Flag[/color][/h2][/center]

Screams of terror splurged out of the bar, everyone near the Overlord had quickly backed away from the magic. Continuing, the lightning pierced into the mind of the stranger, both terror and pain were fused into one horrifying scream as everyone looked upon in horror. The Overlord stared blankly at the meat puppet, the screams were phasing through the man, it looked as if he was watering his lawn at the moment. The yellow slits for eyes glanced both ways at his surroundings, it didn't seem that anyone wanted to be the hero in this situation. No one wanted to be the hero when the Overlord was around. The lightning soon stopped from his hand, the patron falling to his knees, groveled in front of him, predictable peasants. Blue sparks come out his eye, it was the sign that the Overlord had dominated someone and it was just a warning to the people he was coming for next. "Oh! My lord! My glorious master! What do you wish of me! Name anything, and I will follow your commands!" Everyone in Yellow Flag was shocked to find someone say that to another person, what was this? The Overlord eyes squinted at his slave, and the action seemed to understood by his lord.

"Oh! Lord! We live in the place called The City! An ever expanding plot of land that houses over hundreds of cultures! We are contained by the walls, guarded by the nothingness that surrounds us! Please! Spread your evil to this place! Liberate us with your evil! Will you do us this, my lord?" 

The Overlord stared at the groveling peasant, they always spoke like that, it might feel good the first dozen times, but it gets really annoying in the long-run. The spiked man nodded to his slave, the man burst in joy as he hugged the Overlord's leg, and polished his armor with his shirt. The Overlord soon looked up at the other patrons, his hand glowing in the same blue sparks as before, that would indicate something. However, it seemed to move through the crowd, and the sparking hand stopped at some green dwarf. It was one of the crater people, he squinted his eyes at the creature.