Golden Persimmon

Vervolka: Oh my goooood, what are we to do with this creature?
Witch: I have no idea, and this is all terrible!
ValgallaWolf: Let us pray to the Lord!
HoM[M]ie: Stop!
And all the soldiers stepped out before the monster, in beautiful, colorful costumes, while HoM[M]ie was dressed like a white prince.
HoM[M]ie: I don't believe in miracles
But the soul flies to the heavens...
WisTrit then stepped forward and said:
WisTrit: What's the deal, dude?
HoM[M]ie: Feelings in strange words...
Thoughts have swapped places.
What will happen to us next?
WisTrit: You want to know that? Really?
Light God: o_O
WisTrit then turned to the monster.
WisTrit: Give me five minutes, just five minutes
They can't be bought, they can't be returned...
Okie?
Whether you believe it or not, the monster nodded in response.
Wistrit: Yeah!
First you shall fall, then your soldiers
Merging into one with the wet pile standing nearby.
Zybr: One minute...
eXeCuToR: We have an RPG, we have a tank...
Zybr: And before us is a pile of tentacles.
Light God: Don't forget—I hear everything
I could just take and kill you all
and really quickly, too.
From the center of the pile, a long arc of worms rushed out, seizing and swallowing Wolf.
In his grief, Hommie fell to his knees.
HoM[M]ie: Oh Wolf, oh friend!
The creature killed him!
Prepare the RPGs, prepare the tanks!

Meanwhile, Drnik and Wesker continued their marathon...
Drnik: Stop, villain!
Wesker: Why should I do that?
Drnik: You are ruining lives, destroying families!
Have you no shame?
Wesker: Oh no, none at all.
Drnik: You scoundrel!
Where the hell did you go?!
Wesker: I hid in the bushes
or maybe in the trees

Arandor: Oh no guys, that won't help the cause!
We shall say no to war!
eXeCuToR: Tell that to Korn, who's chewing on soldiers!
Arandor: Perhaps he is wrong, but how are we any better?
eXeCuToR: At least by the fact that we are humans, not a pile of shit!
Arandor: But what should we do?
Wedma: Look up, see the light!
WisTrit: And the sky began to shine...
He descended to the earth!
The Creator! — everyone shouted.
Creator: Oh yes guys, I cannot watch as all my friends perish!
And you, monster, prepare for death!
WisTrit: And after these words, a huge and shining sword appeared in the Creator's hands.
With one strike, he killed the monster!
Praise the Creator — everyone shouted again.
Creator: Thank you, friends.
Ah yes, let Loken be resurrected!
Loken's charred, crushed body flew out of the cabin and landed near the guys.
WisTrit: Everyone watched as Loken came back to life.
The wounds healed, the skin regrew.
Praise the Creator — everyone shouted again.

Drnik: Why did we come to the NASA center?
Wesker: Does it make a difference to you?
Drnik: You've planned something, and I must know what.
Wesker: And why do I not think so?
Drnik: Perhaps because
You have nothing to think with.
Wesker: Perhaps I will say, for truly—who will you tell after death?
Drnik: Do not dare frighten me,
I am not the timid type!
Wesker: Coward or brave man—there is little difference, for the flesh is one for all!
A loud shot rang out! It was Wesker who fired, with his magnum.
Drnik: Oh God—no!
How did the bullet pass through the bulletproof vest?
Wesker: Your heart is broken,
and not in a figurative sense!

- Oh Loken, are you alright? - the Creator asked
Loken: Oh yes, of course.
Creator: The monster is defeated, life is saved
now I can return to my affairs!
In chorus: We thank you, Creator!
The Creator dissolved into the air.
Vervolka: And what shall we do now?
Zybr: I think we should forget about Wesker.
HoM[M]ie: Oh yes, you're right, but there is one problem
Our comrade-in-arms ran after the villain
risking his own life.
WisTrit: Can we track him down?
HoM[M]ie: Oh yes, of course.

WisTrit: And following an electronic map,
we arrived at the NASA center...
HoM[M]ie: Oh God... poor Drnik!
Vervolka (looking into the camera): Look, Wesker!
HoM[M]ie: WisTrit, where are you rushing?
And he rushed into the control center.
And in a couple of minutes, he was already there.

WisTrit: Oh my sworn enemy,
we have met again!
Wesker only smiled, and from behind rose:
Cash, Vikh, Magnus, Amko, Alex, Neyra and Lizard.
The entrance to the control center closed
Wesker: You hear the sound of the door slamming shut, and
you realize there is nowhere left to run.
Wesker stepped forward and stroked WisTrit's face.
Wesker: You feel the touch of icy hands,
and you think that you certainly won't survive until morning.
The risen zombies and Wesker began to dance, and Wesker danced using the popular "Moonwalk".
WisTrit squeezed his eyes shut from the nightmare he saw.
Wesker: You squeeze your eyes shut and hope that
all this is a game of your imagination.
Former friends, dancing, surrounded WisTrit.
Wesker: But you still hear behind your back this
sinister rustle of vile creatures…
[...]
Wesker: You're caught!
With one movement, Wesker drove his hand in and pierced right through WisTrit's solar plexus...

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I'll release the next part on Christmas. Get ready for a musical

Nah, I still couldn't resist :)