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[Christmas]

You dun see LITTLE MANUS dying no matter how I destroy his body, mind and soul. And he is not even undead!

[Melissaur]

I WOULD NEVER INSULT RANTZIEN'S SINGING ABILITY! Well, maybe if it was in fact terrible I might give a hint to it.

[Freya]

What a touching song :')

[theundeadhero]

I didn't even die glibly

[Guardian XIII]

But you sacrificed yourself so the adventure could go on. A true undead hero!

[Psychotic]

Oh no! A naughty word is afoot in today's adventure!

The ground shook under foot, and dust was flung into the air. Rantzien ignored it, and clutched his rifle. When the war had first begun, the explosions that rained down upon the city had gone right through him, chilling him to his very core. Now they were just part of the daily grind.

Rantzien was the leader of the Final Resistance, although in reality he was little more than a figurehead. The great hero Rantzien, fighting alongside all of us. A beacon of hope in these grim days. The earth trembled again. Two minutes.

Just three days ago he had made friends with a new recruit to the Resistance. An excitable young lad named Moon Rabbits. He was proud to serve, he had told Rantzien. It's an honour to meet you, sir. Three hours later he was lying in the dirt, screaming out for help, for his mother, for anyone. And nobody but Rantzien cared. He now looked down at his hands, the very same ones he had used to clasp Moon Rabbits' own while he had lied to him and told him that it was all going to be okay. One minute, twenty-one seconds. Fuck.

Colonel Old Manus was the de facto leader of the Resistance, although he, like everyone else, called Rantzien "sir". Rantzien was rather sick of that, but he never said anything. He didn't want to rock the boat. Manus was organising the recruits, telling them that when the rush began they had to keep moving. His greatcoat was meant to be black, but it almost looked white from all of the dust that clung to it.

Thirty seconds. Rantzien's stomach performed a backflip. Yes, he had been in battles before. But this was it. Armageddon. One way or another, the war would end today. Rantzien shut his eyes tightly. The ground shook again. How had it come to this?

He opened his eyes and was disappointed. This world hadn't gone away like he had hoped it would. Ten seconds. All of this, the war, the rise of P-Corporation, and Moon Rabbits' eyes that twinkled when he revealed that last secret, all of it had started with that day in the cave. Surely there must be some way to chan-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!

[Christmas]

COLONEL MANUS MY FOOT.

[Psychotic]

This takes place thirty years after your comic. He really is an Old Manus!