Macbeth looked down upon the barren wasteland. This was once the proud castle of Dunsinane in Glamis. But now, it is a ruined fort. He turned back and mounted his horse beside Banquo, and they rode on down the path.

Out of nowhere, three hag-mutants jumped onto the path before them.

“Speak if you can: – what are you?”

“All hail, Macbeth!” the first one croaked, “Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!”
“All hail, Macbeth!” the second one groaned, “Hail to thee, Thane of the ruins!”
“All hail, Macbeth!” the third one hissed, “That shalt be dead hereafter.”

With that, Banquo raised his rapid fire plasma pistols and shot them through. “Just you try and make him dead herafter!”

They continued on their way, until they reached a dark lake. “This is where our ways must part, Banquo old friend.” Macbeth dismounted and waded into the pool. When he was halfway across, a winged demon appeared and cried. “You are in blood stepped in so far, that to return were as tedious as go o’er!”

Macbeth leveled his railgun. “Blood?!?”