Jack laughed manically as he watched the Prospitians run about, screaming in terror while everything around them collapsed under green flame. It was so pathetic, it was almost sad. Why did they even bother? They were all going to die anyway. Still, it was so much fun to crush them as they fled for their lives. Should he pick them off one by one, or just take them all out in one fell swoop? Jack couldn't decide.
Unable to make up his mind, the demonic Dersite flew over to one of the moon's seven towers and sliced it horizontally in two. The top half began falling over a horde of screaming Prospitians, but Jack didn't get to see their satisfyi
If you aren't interested in continuing your stories from FF could you at least announce there and maybe let somebody else continue them..... the ideas were very original and since you seem not to care about that , pleas bother to tell the reader from FF not to wait any longer. Thank you