Good and Evil

(Made by Safetyfireluv! Sort of like a roleplay).

Forces combine to create and break the war against good and evil, nice and naughty, precious and broken.

Who will win? Who will live another day?

Who will give their life to the war that holds our peace together, helps us take a stand, helps us finally understand what we are worth.

It's a matter of life or death. And winning.

Because after the bloodbath can only remain one side, tortured enough.

One side. Few surviviors.

The objective: Make it out alive.

The Good Side
The queen was arranging things in her office and did not notice the animal walk in. He was pretending to be a very loyal soldier, but the queen saw past his schemes and never sent him to the other side.

First, let's learn about her backstory. When her life had almost just begun, two months after, her father died fighting in Good Versus Evil I. Now, it was the start of GVE II.

It was not a matter of who was better or well-prepared or fragile or nice or persuasive or anything. There were rarely any that managed to risk the chance to alternate between the good side and the bad side. These were called neutrals. If they were never found out, they survived.

One time that both of the queens gathered together was to hold a peace trial to suffocate the spies that were working for both sides. In that war they had the world record... of a disappointing 6.

Each queen would have the stronger men, ones of their friends, if they did not have a husband, or the king helped the queen arrange everything. Once this was done, on each animal, each ruler demonstrated the different ways of torture or etc. that they could overpower and kill their own.

That was a different round, however, a different lifetime, not a world war. This was minor, a few that were not, but some, indeed. The rate of neutrals were higher this year. If they weren't killed immediately, everyone hoped and didn't hope for more of the neutrals.

Mainly they were there to side between each so that no matter what, they survived. They were courageous and brave and willing, and had to be extremely skilled to enter. The queen personally knew this soldier and therefore greeted him with an unmeaningful smile that did nothing to help the tension that passed, definitely not unnoticeable.

"Soldier Dean?" She asked, finally clearing her throat and looking up, resting her papers back down after the busy shuffling she'd been doing for no absolute reason but to keep herself distracted and to postpone what little time the soldier had to speak with her so she could clear her mind and fill it with new traitor thoughts.

She didn't have time to worry over that at the moment, though, as The Bad was probably already plotting their next move as she spoke. Hurriedly, she stared to frantically scribble down on the paper, but when she looked up at Soldier Dean, her eyes were calm.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"I have something to keep you quite occupied. I expect it done an in hour. Mine 50 skeins of gold."

Soldier Dean's mouth dropped open, but he agreed to obey without hesitation. You could blame him. He had to act loyal to gain her trust but also act as if surprised by her especially demanding requests. As he processed if he could possibly squeeze in visiting the other queen, he realized, which had a better chance of winning?

He remembered both sides. It wasn't hard to become a neutral feeling or adapt the sense once you got placed into the job. You eased into it, noticing little details it's possible you didn't before, deciding which one could and couldn't do what the other could.

All in all, the neutral stepped away from the palace. There was no use in sprinting across the border waving his keycard with his head down- or, rather, if he were to do that kind of nonsense, it might as well be held high proudly.

But he was not feeling very much pride when he took a seat at the magic wheel.

He wished and his wish came true. Many wagons appeared, each carrying enormous piles of stacked up skeins of gold. He flexed his hands, though he figured showing off his brain would have more of an effect, surprisingly. But nevertheless, he did NOT want to do that either.