Onion lore

Orion stands in front of the large, reinforced glass window overlooking his city, and reminisces on its humble and modest beginnings as a corporation..

     "Look at you," he whispers to his empire like a parent watching their child grow, his lips falling onto a newly poured glass of scotch. "Look at how big, and how strong you've become. How you've changed so much about the world, yet started so small in comparison."

     At the last word, five men wielding assault rifles and wearing body armor burst into the room, and train their guns directly at Orion.

     "Orion! We are soldiers of the Atakè liberation rebellion, and we've infiltrated you're headquarters with our leader!" One soldier barks loudly, gun still raised.

     "So, I'm guessing you don't like how I run this civilization?" Orion offers casually, still sipping his drink.

     A bald man wearing tattered military fatigues with a handgun in a leg holster steps through the soldiers and face Orion, the two men a mere two feet apart, Orion's desk separating them.

     "Indeed, and we have come to kill you and place a better leader in office." The bald man says, hand moving to his holstered gun.

     Orion smirks, remembering his loyal legion of guards. "What if I call security and have you all publicly executed in front of your children?" He asks.

     "We've taken care of them. no survivors, we promise." The leader of the soldiers comments triumphantly.

     Orion remembers another security measure: the modified nitro 500 express with heavy recoil dampeners He keeps on a hook under his desk, and the security call button next to it. "So if I press the button under my desk, no ones gonna come and whoop you asses?" Orion proposes with a questioning tone.

     "Precisely." The leader of the liberationists replies in a confident tone, placing on hand on Orion's desk.

      Rolling his eyes, Orion reaches under his desk, his hand finding the handle of his favorite gun. "I guess I'll have to kill you all myself then." Orion says with calm determination, not moving his hand out from under his desk.

      The rebel leader draws his gun and slowly moves it to Orion's head. "Try me, tyrant."

      "Don't touch me with that weak gun, or I'll make your empty little head disappear like a gun magician." Orion growls through gritted teeth.

       The rebel leader puts the gun under Orion's chin. "Oops."

       Orion draws his gun and puts it to the man's chin as well. "I like your little outfit, and your cookie-cutter infantry, and I just LOVE the amount of civilians you kill, but........" He pauses, and takes a deep breath, exhaling and visually changing moods from calm to absolutely enraged. "I have a BIG rule, and it's posted on ABOUT 200 BILLBOARDS ALL OVER THE CITY, AND HAVE YOU EVER STOPPED TO READ IT? YOU CLEARY HAVE NOT READ THE FUCKIN' SIGN, BECAUSE ITS SAYS: DON'T EVER TOUCH ME, OR I WILL MURDER THE LIVING Shit OUT OF YOU! I WARNED YOU, BUT YOU'VE GONE AND DONE IT ANYWAY, SO NOW YOU GET TO TAKE THE EXPRESS ELEVATOR TO THE LOBBY!" He screams in the man's face before pulling the trigger to his massive revolver, and throwing the headless corpse through a window.

       "Open fire!" One soldier yells before sharing the fate of his leader.

       Furious, Orion fires blindly to his left while stomping over to his mantelpiece where another nitro express is kept.

       "YOU'RE. SO. DAMN. POINTLESS!" The hellishly angry Man yells between each thunderous shot of his gargantuan revolvers.

       "We need reinforcements on the top floor! Repeat we need reinforce— a terrified rebel soldier shouts into a walkie-talkie, while Orion fires shot after shot at him.

     Suddenly the gunshots stop, and the soldier's firearms training proves its worth. "Ha! Your out of bullets for those, aren't you?!" He taunts, rising from cover.

     The soldier turns around, and, to his surprise; is now face to face with Orion. "What can you do, huh?" The confident young gunner jeers at the suited man standing just a foot away from him.

     Orion vanishes in a puff of black smog, with a single whispered word striking fear into the soldier's heart once more. "Win."

     Then the poor rebel is tackled out of the very same window his leader had been thrown out of earlier.

     "W-what are you!?" He cries as the two men plummet towards the ground.

     Orion shifts his weight and catches the frightened soldier in a full-Nelson. "YOU'VE COMMITTED A SIN AGAINST ME, THE LORD OF THIS LAND!" Orion bellows into the ear of the rebel as they draw closer still, to the solid stone ground.

      "W-WHO IN GOD'S N-NAME ARE Y-YOU?" The doomed warrior howls back at him.

       The second the two reach the ground, Orion roars words that could be hear across his nation. "I AM THE NIGHTMARE OF YOUR LEADERS!"

       And with that, they hit the ground, Orion vanishing once more into a puff of black smoke.