It was another dark night when Lady Evelyne - once again - received a visitor in her kitchen who had come unnoticed by everyone. She pushed him a plate with a piece of cake and a cup in a practised manner and sat down opposite him. Most of the people who came to her wanted to talk. They usually had something on their mind. And the lady was firmly convinced that there was nothing that a good piece of cake and a friendly listening ear couldn''t put right.
So she waited a little, and the visitor promptly started talking.
‘I''m afraid I''m not a hero,’ sighed AceAngel of the 655, because that''s who this was. ‘I think it''s great that you say I''ll have a leading role in Chapter 16, which will be published tomorrow. And that I''m a hero there. But I''m afraid I''m not.’
‘Why shouldn''t you be?’ replied Lady Evelyne in astonishment, ’you played the front against us brilliantly. Almost the only one, by the way. That''s absolutely commendable and heroic!’
AceAngel stirred his cup thoughtfully. ‘I actually think that I will also play a leading role in your seventeenth chapter. But I don''t think I''ll be a hero anymore.’
Lady Evelyne watched AceAngel thoughtfully. ‘Now slow down. Why wouldn''t you be a hero in chapter 17? Let me think - you''re planning to attack us tonight. That''s great. That''s part of the game. You''re planning to zero me tonight. No problem, that''s also part of the game. Or you''re planning to go to 652 tonight, get down on your knees in front of their castle gate and wait for an invitation. Hmm. Well...’
‘I''ve never begged before!’ protested AceAngel, ’It''s not that. It''s... hmm...’
‘Evelyne, will you come here?’ called from outside.
The lady smiled apologetically at her visitor and left the kitchen briefly.
The man left behind finished his cup and looked around thoughtfully. A piece of paper, impaled in the wall next to the cooker with a knife, caught his eye. Curious, he stood up, pulled the knife out of the wall, removed the piece of paper and read it.
‘HELP!’ was written on it. And underneath: ‘Yikesy is bullying me. Thunder Dude’. And below that: ‘Me too. Thunder Mink.’
AceAngel quietly took a pen from the kitchen shelf and wrote underneath: ‘Not me yet, but soon. AceAngel.’
Then he nailed the note with the knife back on the wall, took his bundle and left the kitchen unseen and discreetly through the back entrance. Outside, he didn''t head north to 655, but south to 652.
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Lipsyte was screaming at the top of his lungs. But those drunken Thunder brothers in the hall didn''t seem to care where Thunder Horny was pushing him in his wheelchair and what he was planning to do with him. Helplessly, he had to allow his self-appointed nurse to push him relentlessly towards his own bedroom on the ground floor. With four limbs in plaster, he had no chance of resisting.
Outside, he could still hear the donkey bellowing: ‘Because he''s gay! Gay and horny!'' Then they reached Thunder Horny''s bedroom. Horny was just about to open the door when it opened by itself and ThunDer Cock, a huge guy dressed only in a pink bathrobe, stepped out. He took in the situation at a glance.
‘Brother,’ he growled menacingly and glared sharply at Thunder Horny, ’are you being unfaithful to me?’
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Thunder Horny took half a step to the side, quickly kicked open the door to a storeroom at the end of the corridor with his foot and pushed the wheelchair and Lipsyte into it without further ado. Through the slamming door, Lipsyte could still hear Thunder Horny saying reassuringly to ThunDer Cock: ‘But no, honey, I was just quickly putting something away in the storeroom! I''ll be right over! Have you let our bath water in yet, honey?’
Then the door was finally closed and Lipsyte sat alone in his wheelchair in the dark.
In the hall, a few Thunder brothers had now noticed the situation and were peering curiously into the corridor.
‘They''re together?’ wondered one.
‘Of course they are! Because they''re gay!’ roared the donkey from the stable.
‘I didn''t know that either! But it makes sense somehow. I mean, Cock and Horny... you can tell from their names alone that they definitely belong together. Like an old married couple.’
‘Yes, they fit well together. Or fit well on top of each other. Or fit well into each other.’
‘Yes, because they''re gay! That''s what I said!’ the donkey grumbled.
Kodaxx rolled his eyes: ‘Cry!’
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Lil Arrow had woken up with a terrible headache. The last day had been full of losses for him. The front was an absolute disaster, the 656 was advancing inexorably. The contract killers had turned out to be utter failures, and he had the uneasy feeling that someone, somewhere, was making fun of him and his serious view of the game in a despicable way. Unfortunately, he couldn''t pinpoint exactly where this feeling was coming from, but mostly he could count on it being true. He called his girls and his R4 hairdresser and got himself dressed and groomed for the day.
Just as his golden cloak was being folded into perfectly correct, even folds by everyone involved, he realised that someone was missing.
‘Where''s AceAngel anyway?’
His R4 hairdresser cleared his throat. His girls looked down and pretended they hadn''t heard.
‘I''m serious! Where is he?’ shouted Lil Arrow, feeling panic rising inside him.
‘’Boss, please don''t get upset, it''s bad for your health and your blood pressure. AceAngel left last night... so he left us... so he''s... somewhere else now.’
Lil Arrow felt like he couldn''t breathe.
‘Damn it, where is he?’ he shouted angrily.
‘On 652,’ one of the girls whispered. Then his people ran out of the room as fast as they could.
Lil Arrow staggered to the window. He needed fresh air. AceAngel, his right-hand man, his only hope, had left him. He tore open the window. Outside, everything was on fire.
‘Yoo-hoo, 655! Do you want to tell us some funny stories and swap anecdotes now?’ there was a cheerful roar from outside in the direction of the dreadfully close 656.
Lil Arrow did what he did best: He fainted.
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AceAngel stood in the entrance hall of the 652''s clan castle and took a deep breath. What a feeling! Free at last. No longer having to play the entire front alone. Finally being himself again! To celebrate the day, a renaming was urgently needed.
Something dangerous. Something respectable. And definitely something with ‘Thunder’ as a prefix!
He quickly picked up his writing materials and changed his name to ‘THUNDERCOCK’.
He was looking at his work with satisfaction when a giant shadow fell on him from behind.
‘Young brother,’ it rumbled menacingly above him.
AceAngel blinked upwards. The giant of a man leaning over him did not look very trustworthy. It didn''t help that he was wearing a pink bathrobe.
‘Young brother,’ the giant repeated, ’I am ThunDer Cock. I am the biggest and I have the biggest. And there can only be one. So change your name again very quickly.’
AceAngel nodded frantically and quickly crossed out the new name. But which one should he choose?
‘Take AceDemon!’ it roared from the direction of the 656.
Not a bad idea! But you don''t necessarily want to copy everything people say. AceAngel finally scribbled ‘DmenAce’ in his name field. The giant shadow growled in satisfaction and disappeared. AceAngel slowly let the air he had been holding escape from his lungs.
From now on, a new life began.
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Complete silence reigned in the clan castle of the 652. Everyone had gone to bed and the moon shone pale in the deserted entrance hall.
If anyone had still been awake and had walked through the entrance hall, he would certainly have noticed the faint calls from the dark corridor that ended in a storeroom.
‘Hello? Hello? Can''t anyone hear me? I''m here! Get me out of here!’
But as nobody was awake, nobody could hear these calls. And so the unfortunate Lipsyte had no choice but to spend the night in the storeroom.