You leap off the stage and run towards the zombie Burzum fan. You grab a chair and smash it across his head. The case falls to the floor. You dive to the ground and open it. It is empty. You hear a terrible laughter above your head.
You look up and a giant dragon with the face of Glen Benton is flapping its wings and flying towards you with a sadistic grin on its face. You quickly scan the room looking for a way out, but before the next thought crosses your mind your body is ripped in half by Benton’s sharp, dragon teeth.
The End
The Tyranny of Tradition 