Death Island

beautiful castle with tyrannical air

Anyone who saw it would never have expected, would all the ugliness and cruelty that occurred.

All these things were planned in the beautiful and magnificent castle, he planned everything carefully and with all his accomplices and supporters who thirsted for glory and property, it all came from the castle.

Alberto Kuro sat down with great anger, because one area in the east had been destroyed by the ground was not left flat he was completely miscalculated this time.

All this time, he always managed to get rid of and control all the games and pawns easily as he wanted, he was very good. He's been working on all of these games for years and it always works. But this time all the calculations missed.

Who would have thought that this time he really let down, he stared furiously at the virtual monitor his monogram was dead. All cameras may not work properly. "What happened?" angryness.

He called Joe the cold-looking assistant, "I didn't expect the pawns to make it, I think the Hatter's territory was leveled, send a cleaning team!" his orders.

Without saying much, Joe the assistant bowed his body and passed, he immediately carried out the task given by his employer. Joe knows how ruthless and tyrannical his employers are, wanting everything to be perfect.

Alberto Kuro is a loser who can only rely on his money that will never run out.

He obtained it by exchanging for the life of someone he planned on Kematiaan Island, behind a table in his beautiful luxurious castle but full of tears and blood splattered.

Alberto Kuro changed his game a bit this time, he involved the winning gamblers in it to determine what challenges his champion would pass. For the gambler who wins the determination bet is the one who has the right to determine the names of kings and queens.

He always held his gambling table on his sophisticated monitor with his modern computer equipment. This time the bettors who play at his gambling table are the ones who have a lot of money and need his extraordinarily dangerous entertainment.

Maybe they thought it was computer engineering in a game created by gamers, they didn't know it was real.

Behind the respectable looks of the conglomerates and the rich men of monstrous cruelty above the beasts, they wanted extraordinary cruelty, he said, they do not hesitate to spend their money to take away the lives of others.

They want their heroes to be able to get through the battlefield in accordance with what they think, they are really extraordinary to plan all this. "Why did the pawns get grenades? Has anyone betrayed my organization?" his mind began to suspiciously caress his snake-headed dragon staff.

He squeezed the intercom to call his beloved Mr. Crabs, just waiting for a few minutes Crabs had already entered a cold, cold room as cruel as those with no feelings. They enjoy the screams of pain, the cries and the blood spilling out of their bodies like Lullaby classical music.

They are a crazy couple, Crabs enters the room with his innocent face. His body was ordinary with his silver hair slightly curly with lightning balding in the middle of his head, wearing glasses, his nose crooked like an old parrot, wearing his great white robe wrapped a knit sweater in it that he had been wearing for years.

He only wears that shirt because he only has that type of shirt, the whole closet only contains a type of black knit sweater as black as his heart and the fabric pantalon.

He sat across from Alberto Kuro, "What's the matter Mr Kuro?" ask her a little politely.

He felt the courtesy was highly upheld to get a degree of praise, so that the victims were not aware had been put in the frying pan.

His psychopathic attitude is principled, "It is better to boil a frog with a small fire so that the frog is still happily swimming in the pot, until it is unconsciously boiled with soft."

"I want you to disable all their chips, so we can easily control them. This time our pawns extraordinary people .. I don't want the riots of 5 years ago to happen again." Say it firmly.

"moreover, the request of the Kings and Queens is so different from previous years, but they are very easy to spend money on it. Do it! I need you to modify them again. When you're done, send a cleaning team" said Alberto Kuro.

"All right, sir! Assume it is finished. Excuse me!" he said it was polite to leave his employer's room. He was so happy and smiled with satisfaction, he wanted to practice his new invention. He could not wait to see his steroid serum work, the newly created serum was so perfect from the previous virus.