**Chapter 3: The Festival of the Mask**
The night was shrouded in darkness, but deep within the forest, the huts of the VLp community glowed with a macabre light. Lanterns hung from the trees, illuminating the way for a festival that promised to be memorable. It was Creation Day for the community of masked rabbits, a celebration Billy Killer had instituted to mark 27 years of terror, blood, and expansion.
Billy, his blue rabbit mask gleaming in the lantern light, stood in the center of the clearing, surrounded by his followers. The air was thick with anticipation and excitement, a mixture of the fear he inspired and the blind devotion his henchmen felt for him. The masked rabbits, wearing their own colorful masks, danced and shouted, their enthusiasm echoing through the forest like an ode to violence.
"Today, we celebrate our legacy!" Billy announced, his powerful voice reverberating between the tree trunks. "27 years ago, I dreamed of a community that would challenge the flawed justice of this world. And we have built it! We are the harbingers of terror, the judges and executioners of Zerk!"
The cheers of his followers mingled with the sound of drums that echoed in the night, creating a symphony of madness. Each beat was a reminder that the VLp had grown, becoming a force to be feared and respected. The number of masked rabbits grew steadily, and the forest, once a simple shelter, was now a realm of shadows and horror.
Billy raised his mace, a symbol of his power. "Today, we not only celebrate, but also remember those who opposed us. Every drop of blood spilled is an offering to our growth. May those who have fallen be our guides in the darkness!"
The masked rabbits raised their weapons, a gesture of loyalty and devotion. They were a legion, united by fear and the desire to spread terror. As the celebration continued, stories of their atrocities were told, each act of brutality becoming legend. The children who had been captured, the families who had been destroyed, all of it became part of the folklore of the VLP. The celebration culminated in a macabre ritual: the burning of a large doll, made of straw and dressed in clothes that represented the symbols of the failed justice that Billy so despised. The flames danced, illuminating the faces of the masked rabbits who watched with eyes bright with excitement. It was a sacrifice that symbolized the destruction of any hope that might still exist in the city of Zerk. "Let the justice that failed burn along with this doll!" Billy shouted, his voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "Let all know that the VLP is here to stay, and that terror will be our legacy!" The crackling flame lit up the forest, and the masked rabbits began to dance around the fire, laughing and shouting in a frenzy of celebration. It was a scene of pure madness, a testament to the power Billy Killer held over them. With each passing year, his community grew stronger, and the town of Zerk grew more vulnerable. As the party wore on, Billy reflected on what he had built. He was not just a man; he was a legend, a symbol of terror and despair. And as the night wore on, he knew that the VLp would continue to grow, thrive, and expand, feeding on the fear and pain they left behind. The forest, now a haven of horror, echoed with the VLp's celebration, and the town of Zerk, unaware of its fate, would remain at the mercy of a new kind of justice—a justice that knew no bounds and had only one goal: total domination.