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Reposting of commissioned art

Based on the Bullfrog game Dungeon Keeper II

Seated upon his throne, the Keeper pondered the flood of reports that threatened to overwhelm his dungeon. Could it even be possible? Was there such a thing as too Good? It had all started the moment SHE stepped in from his portal. Claiming to be defecting from the legions of Purity and *gag* Niceness, she wanted to join his minions, as if such a frail delicate looking faerie could last an hour. But thinking that the minions deserved a little fun, he relented. And that's when the chaos began. A slap to the goblin who dared question HIS proclamations, hurling the feeble creature through the stone wall instantly killing him was just normal dungeon administration. As was the bolt of lighting that incinerated the troll an hour later who dared suggest the wretch might have been right as he brought news that somehow 3 dark mistress have fallen to the new comer already. Clearly a prodigy, perhaps she was cut out for a life of evil, after all.

But THIS was too much! His elite troops decimated. He was down to just 2 remaining Dark Mistress as their commander seemed to have had a fatal accident. Then the good army had show up at his door. They bravely destroyed his fear traps, disabled cannons, shorted out the electrodes all the while enduring causalities like never before with the battle cry of "Save our sweet, innocent pixie". And to top it off, the @$^% fairy wasn't even trying! Already, another squad of his orcs from toxic shock just running past her on the way to reinforce the gates. It wasn't even past lunch yet.

Thinking quickly, the Keeper realized that if he were to life to fight another day there was just one possible avenue. Using his ability to instantly transport his minions, he snatched up Mindy from her studies on Evil, reminding himself that he would later need to put out the fires as the books seemed to spontaneously combust at her pure touch, opened the gates, and thrust her into the arms of the attacking forces. Much to his relief, the cheering heroes were more determined to get to safety than finishing him off, not seeming to notice the slamming gate.

Yes, he had to admit. She was too good and pure by far.

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Description
Reposting of commissioned art

Based on the Bullfrog game Dungeon Keeper II

Seated upon his throne, the Keeper pondered the flood of reports that threatened to overwhelm his dungeon. Could it even be possible? Was there such a thing as too Good? It had all started the moment SHE stepped in from his portal. Claiming to be defecting from the legions of Purity and *gag* Niceness, she wanted to join his minions, as if such a frail delicate looking faerie could last an hour. But thinking that the minions deserved a little fun, he relented. And that's when the chaos began. A slap to the goblin who dared question HIS proclamations, hurling the feeble creature through the stone wall instantly killing him was just normal dungeon administration. As was the bolt of lighting that incinerated the troll an hour later who dared suggest the wretch might have been right as he brought news that somehow 3 dark mistress have fallen to the new comer already. Clearly a prodigy, perhaps she was cut out for a life of evil, after all.

But THIS was too much! His elite troops decimated. He was down to just 2 remaining Dark Mistress as their commander seemed to have had a fatal accident. Then the good army had show up at his door. They bravely destroyed his fear traps, disabled cannons, shorted out the electrodes all the while enduring causalities like never before with the battle cry of "Save our sweet, innocent pixie". And to top it off, the @$^% fairy wasn't even trying! Already, another squad of his orcs from toxic shock just running past her on the way to reinforce the gates. It wasn't even past lunch yet.

Thinking quickly, the Keeper realized that if he were to life to fight another day there was just one possible avenue. Using his ability to instantly transport his minions, he snatched up Mindy from her studies on Evil, reminding himself that he would later need to put out the fires as the books seemed to spontaneously combust at her pure touch, opened the gates, and thrust her into the arms of the attacking forces. Much to his relief, the cheering heroes were more determined to get to safety than finishing him off, not seeming to notice the slamming gate.

Yes, he had to admit. She was too good and pure by far.

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