The funeral for Commander 12 was a short and sweet affair. There was nobody to be buried. His body had been lost to the forces of time. Nobody besides, Jedoi the II, Wizardteepot and Sku and the Guardians would remember what happened. The alternate reality where Preksak won, was now its separate timeline.
It was like it was just a bad dream. A drizzle rained over everything. The group stood by the Tommy Wiseau Memorial, a strange monument Commander had built for some unknown person. Commander was a peculiar person but he had saved them all. There were no tears shed—only questions about how to go forward after world-changing events.
The group, consisting of the Guardians, Sku, Wizardteepot and Jedoi the II stood around the Memorial, in silence, remembering Commander.
Unknown to them, a figure lurked in the trees. His white eyes watching over them all. This was a strange new world, he thought to himself. Soon, he would bend it to his whim.
For he was Herobrine.
It was like it was just a bad dream. A drizzle rained over everything. The group stood by the Tommy Wiseau Memorial, a strange monument Commander had built for some unknown person. Commander was a peculiar person but he had saved them all. There were no tears shed—only questions about how to go forward after world-changing events.
The group, consisting of the Guardians, Sku, Wizardteepot and Jedoi the II stood around the Memorial, in silence, remembering Commander.
Unknown to them, a figure lurked in the trees. His white eyes watching over them all. This was a strange new world, he thought to himself. Soon, he would bend it to his whim.
For he was Herobrine.
