[ WP ] The hero was killed , the princess was sacrificed , and the evil king rules the land . For the average citizen , though , things have taken a turn for the better .

I took off my spiked helmet and picked up my mug of ale. Ever since Lord Bloodstone took over, food and drinks were free. Heck, the bartender, a elf named J'alen, was much happier ever since the take over.'Heroes' no longer started battles in his bar, so he could actually keep people coming in. I could even see a few regulars now and then. Life had improved once Bloodstone took over. Sure, the sky was constantly red, occasionally a portal to a hell dimension opened up or a creature shaped like a hexagon with three eyes would try and make deals with you, but it was n't all bad. Food came in abundance, necromancy was legalized and everyone who did n't have a job could work for Lord Bloodstone. 
 
 I took a seat next to Darian and Athroben, my coworkers. We'd known each other from childhood, growing up on the same street. Eventually, we decided to all work as guards for Lord Bloodstone. We made decent wages, enough to each have a small apartment and the hours were great. 
 
 `` So, I've been thinking, what if we took a trip, right?'' Athroben said. `` I here the Gulf of Eternal Horror is nice in the summer.'' He ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair that always seemed to be in a perpetual state of hat hair. 
 `` Dude, no way, the Gulf is crazy, especially with...'' Darian began, but stopped as the door of the bar opened. A young man, no older than us, walked in. His hair was bright green and gelled into spikes. On his back was a massive sword, bigger than he was. I should've been impossible to lift, let alone carry, but he walked with it as if it was nothing but cardboard. The guy approached the bar and stood stock still. After a few minutes, J'alen approached, giving him the friendliest smile he could. 
 
 `` Can I help you?'' he asked. The green haired guy looked at him, a broad grin across his face. `` Hoy there barkeep!'' he said, the already disturbing grin getting bigger as he spoke. `` Could you point me in the direction of Lord Bloodstone's castle?'' J'alen looked in our direction and mouthed'hero'. I rolled my eyes and looked at the guys. Athroben pulled out his crossbow and fired a bolt into the hero's temple, a fine spray of brains and skull fragments decorating the bar. The hero wobbled for a moment before collapsing to the floor, his corpse twitching. 
 
 I took a swig of my ale and shook my head. Another idiot dead. Not that it mattered anyway. After all, why would we want liberation from Lord Bloodstone? As we drug the dead guys body towards the community necromancy pit, I chuckled to myself. Sometimes it was good to be bad. 
 

