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[MaxMillion]

Human design does not get the recognition they deserve

[StellaBorneWatches]

"King or not, I have the authority."

[strykervirus]

What a badass epic music, coupled with great vocals and visuals. I'm getting goosebumps.

[SilentlyCursin]

"Hey...






















Are you the king in here?"

[imsilly]

(Suck it, imma be cringe and write a story.)

Team Leader 1-1:"Commencing assault."
Team Member 2-1:"Understood."
Team Member 3-1:"Roger."

The mansion was surrounded by small pockets of special forces, consisting with 3 members in each Team.

One Leader, two members.

As Team 1 went through the backyard, a member saw the ghostly target looking straight at them behind the segmented window glasses.

Team Member 3-1:"Visual contact. Left. Behind glass."
Team Leader 1-1:"Surpress Target."

Member 3-1 followed his order in a heartbeat and shot burst after burst at the target to give cover for the exposed Team. The shots pierced the glass windows with ease, only leaving bullet holes behind.

Team Member 3-1:"Reloading."
Team Member 2-1:"Firing."

Suddenly, the target vanished from sight.

Team Member 2-1:"Target out of sight."
Team Leader 1-1:"Advance with caution."

With fast steps they arrived at the back door, not giving the enemy any initiative and to make pressure.
The Team peeked through the windows first, guns raised, for any blind spots that could be used to ambush them.

Team Member 2-1:"Left hallway clear. "
Team Member 3-1:"Right hallway clear."
Team Leader 1-1:"Going in."
Member 2-1, Member 3-1 followed right behind the Team Leader.

Just six steps into the premise, the Team Leader felt something pressing against his tactical west. Looking closer in front of him, there was something that distorted and bend the light around it.

Then a shot.

It pierced through the armor, coming out the other side of his body. His right lung filling with blood.

With this course of action however, revealed the target.

She used the Team Leader as human shield and shot over his shoulder the Team Member right behind him, through the left eye.

Neutralizing him, as he fell to the right. Revealing another Team Member who tries to flank her from the left, where she's more exposed.

However, she already anticipated his course of action. Her gun was already lined up towards the area where his head should be.

Three shots was all she needed to neutralizing him. Painting behind the soldier the walls and a clock with blood.

She then throws the suffocating Team leader to the side. Walking towards the door. Only to look back at the half dead soldier who's gripping his bullet wound to stop the bleeding, however, to no avail.

Satisfied that he will die no matter what, she turns and leaves.

[ironwolfstudios]

The three guards lay dead. They had been butchered with lethal efficiency. Two with precise kill shots through the heart, the third with a mono-molecular combat blade rammed through his larynx. The mess they left on the floor of the palace was an affront to the majesty and solemnity of this place. Laina could not care less. She reloaded the assault pistol in her hand and spared a glance for the dead men. They hadn't even presented her with a challenge. To think that the royal house employed such ineffectual goons as bodyguards. It only further proved their inadequacy and inability to lead the nation.

She strode into the antechamber of the palace residency. She walked brazenly, deliberately not taking cover in any of the many alcoves. An open approach. She did not need to hide herself or pretend that the fools tasked with protecting the royals were even worth her time or attention to kill. Gunfire ripped toward her from at least a half dozen men stationed at the far end of the room. A seventh was hurriedly racking the slide on a heavy caliber cannon. She ducked and fluidly stepped beneath the first hail of shots. As she spun and came back up she fired three times. The first two rounds thudded into the skulls of two of her attackers. The third pulped the hand of the man attempting to aim the cannon in her direction. He screamed in pain before another bullet from her assault pistol slammed into his chest and silenced him.

One of the other men scrambled to take up the gun, realizing that it was their only hope. Two more died covering him as Laina danced through their return fire and landed precise kill shots, one to a throat, the other through the eye-lens of a visor. The last of the defenders screamed at his companion to hurry up and shoot. He died with his wish granted, as at last, the cannon sounded, tearing through the surprised guard as his comrade desperately tried to draw a bead on the slim young girl. 20mm shells tore across the room and bit chunks out of the marble floor and polished walls. Laina moved like a ballerina. Spinning and weaving and leaping through the air as if she knew where each shot was going to be placed. She closed with frightening speed. No matter how many rounds he fired the gunner couldn't pin her down. He yelled, a final act of defiance, as she sprang over the glowing barrel of the heavy weapon and pressed the muzzle of her pistol into his forehead before painting the floor with the contents of his brain-pan.

Only the sealed door barred her path to her mission's end. She plucked grenades from the dead guards, inwardly disappointed that the idiots hadn't tried to use them. It wouldn't have saved them but it would at least have presented more of a challenge. She gathered as many as she could hold and piled them at the foot of the door to the throne room. She pulled the pin from the last one and rolled it across the floor before ducking behind an ornamental column. The initial blast shook the antechamber, and the secondary explosion ripped the door from its housing and hurled it into the room killing the last two guards who had been standing behind it.

As smoke billowed into the throne room, she strode through the door and found him seated upon his gilded seat. The scepter of his office was clutched in his shaking hand. She moved with a predator's grace, like a cat that has cornered a mouse, and is contemplating how best to end its life. The king rose from his chair, shaking visibly in his pampered terror. He pointed down at her from the dais upon which the throne sat and, trying to sound as self-assured as he could, he said,

"You will not escape this palace alive, and you will not force me to comply with your demands! I am the _King!"_ He shouted querulously.

She prowled closer reloading her pistol with a casual ease. She took each step of the dais slowly and deliberately and as she came eye to eye with the cowardly monarch she smiled. There was nothing warm or friendly in that smile. She pointed her weapon to her right and fired without looking, then again to the left. The two men, hidden in shadows, stumbled forward and collapsed dead upon the floor of the throne room their weapons clattering from nerveless fingers. Blood pooled beneath them in a great red-black slick. The king seemed to shrink at the sight of such visceral carnage so close at hand. It heralded the fall of his last defense.

Her cold blue eyes bored into his, as she raised the pistol and pointed its smoking barrel directly into his face. And with the smile still curling her mouth she said,

"King or not, all men die the same."

And with one final report from the assault pistol, the monarchy came to an inglorious end.

-Crown and Noose, Chapter 3

[Big-Wraps]

This is exactly how imagined this sounding based off the title 🔥🔥

[vadiamgamer]

King or not. My will is eternal. And you cannot stop what I have set into motion.

[TyloThorn]

Beethoven's 5th and the good the bad and the ugly theme with choir and extra badass on top for the takeaway, please.

[Rimedane]

Love the whistle, reminded me of the show Gravity Falls oddly enough. I wonder if this would work getting remixed together.

[ZearthGJL]

So I can imagine this image to be something like John Wick. But with special forces.

[chikasnotmadjustdisappoint]

The guy in the bottom left corner is like: "I hope she doesn't find me."

[Dragothedragongslaye]

at one point this sounds like they added the saw theme with gravity falls theme

[中橋ルシア]

King or Not,
What's the difference,
I don't even care about this crap,
I don't know who the hell are you,
I don't give a goddamn care,
And I don't know who ordered this crap,
I rather fight for my own freedom,
No,
Our freedom.

[FluffTubeFT]

What have you done to my boys you witch! I'm gonna put you down!
*proceeds to unleash his demon within.

[asda]

Epic mantaaapp the best and goodjoobb eemmuahc

[nicklausmclean]

Am I the only who thought that was 2B at first glance?🤔

[KobeEscalante]

Huh, didn't know Mayer got a Sniper Class Change.

[emiliopineda]

Que alguien me diga quien es el autor de esta hobra maestra

[Wings_Of_Nightfall]

Royalty… what a sick, twisted excuse for one to feel as if they're truly above any other. All they do is talk big and pray nobody walks through town and has a personal vendetta against him. It funny to see the human design be so devolved and deprived from the reality they left. Best if they just… turn to ashes with their kingdom, like any captain to his ship. King or not, I at least know how to lead my allies and their families. Go on and prove me wrong on my opinion on your kind. I'll kindly wait.