the rally was relatively small
not like before
when their god-king
personally
stood before them
in all his glory

yet these few thousand that remained
the orcs that had failed
to die
they gathered instinctively
strutting and shouting
as they faithfully waited
for his blessed presence

“there
i see him there”
one bellowed
“it’s the king”

and the mob went wild

the screen before them flickered
as a dark and unrecognizable figure
addressed the now placid
and compliant mob

“go home”
the shadow commanded
“the war is over
and we have won”

the last of the orc mob
then did as they were told
they left in silence
while the few surviving global news grifters
orbited like drooling vultures
and pelted them with questions

occasionally one succeeded
in getting an orc to respond
when asked how it felt
now that the mad king was dead

“liar!”
it declared
“the master lives
he is king
you will all be made to pay
and…

he makes us all… ”

the orc then screwed up
what presented on its twisted body
as a face
and searching inside the sad mush
that served as its mind
screaming

“the faithful will…
we will be…
we ARE
GREAT AGAIN!”

m(~_~)m

Peace/Love/Vote