id: 329
name: BTR Anon (On hold)
author: BTRAnon
date: 20th March 2021
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Ok so this story is still pretty incomplete, I'm gonna focus on a few smaller stories then come back to this one. Thus there probably won't be any more updates for a little while, hope you enjoy though and thanks for taking the time to read my story-BTR Anon

>Be me 
>2 years post /k/onvergance
>18 y/o slavaboo
>Parents wanted me to college 
>To many elves and asilmantionist 
>be talking with fren after class
>Fren wants to become a merc in the new world
>My grades are shit, so I tell him that I’ll join 
>And that's how I ended up riding in the back of a old F-250 in the middle of a desert protecting gold from bandits 
>When I signed up, I thought that we were going to be the next executive outcomes, but this is pretty boring 
>I’ve been doing this for about 2 months now, and we’ve only made contact twice 
>The first time it was a few goblins with highpoints and a rusty RPK, it only took one of the guys with a PKM a few seconds before the problem was over with. I didn’t even get to fire my Tantal
>The second time was pretty much the same thing, expect this time they got evaporated by one of the M2s on a Hilux 
>The one nice thing about it though, is that I have gotten to see some of the different landscapes than I’m used to
>The pay isn't to bad either
>Itś not great by any means but it is enough to keep expanding my slavshit collection 

>Be me 
>Traveling through a high desert 
>Shits boring as fuck   
>Nothing to do expect finger fuck my Tantal while staring out the window 
>My driver isn’t the best company either 
>High elf who left his family a few years before the /k/onvergance
>He doesn’t talk much and my attempts to get him to talk always end in failure 
>I Think his name is George although I’m still not entirely sure
>Notice a bright red flash in the distance while staring out the window 
>The flash is followed by a large cloud of dust rushing towards the convoy 
>Look over to George whos driving the truck
>Try to say something but before I can get a word out, I feel something rocc the truck towards one side 
>George has just enough time to look over at me as the truck is thrown onto its side 
>I see George smash his head onto his door
>Then I feel my head hit the cloth dashboard
>Then everything goes black
>I can hear screams and sporadic gunfire as I come to
>Can´t hear the M2s firing 
>Look down at George
>Not breathing with a with pool of blood below his head
>No gunshot wound so I guess his head meeting the door did him in
>Kinda sucks that he's dead, I was kinda starting to like him  
>Flip the safety off on my Tantal and camber a round
>/k/ube bless 7n6
>Try to climb up and out of the truck
>No use, can't get the door open  
>Only way out is now through what used to be the roof
>Hit at the sun roof a few times with the butt of my rifle 
>Won't budge 
>Decide that my best option now is just to shoot at it
>My ears are going to hate me forever
>Switch Tantal to semi  
>Fire one round into the center of the roof
>EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>Goes clean through
>Go back to hitting the roof with the stock of my rifle 
>Actually make progress this time 
>Eventually make a hole big enough that I can crawl through
>Not sure what Iḿ going into so before I leave, I make sure to double check my kit and switch my Tantal back over to burst 
>Suck in my gut and climb through
>Walk into a hellscape 
>Basically every vehicle is either on its side or its roof 
>Bodies pretty much everywhere
>Some are shot, others burned, and some look to be blunged to death
>The smell
>The smell of cordite, gasoline, and burning flesh 
>See one of the civilians in the convey cowering behind flipped jeep 
>She seems to be holding some kind of AR that was probably dropped by one of the guards 
>Check my surroundings 
>Nothing on my right
>Nothing to my left
>Nothing behind
>Scared girl with a AR to my front 
>Gather up all my courage and begin my sprint 
>Cover the 75M in about 13 seconds 
>Reach the jeep and dive behind it 
>"Hey are you alright?"
>No response, she doesn't even move her eyes to notice me
>"HEY! ARE YOU OK?"
>She just looks at me
>A look of pure terror is plastered across her face
>"Do you know what's going on?!"
>She points towards the desert and just says "Look"
>I peak over the jeep and see what looks like medieval knights
>Expect these knights stand at 6´5 and are wearing metallic black armor 
>The one in front is carrying some kind of mace 
>There's a second one carrying a long sword
>A third one with a bow
>And a fourth with a G36
>I place the tantal on the wheelbase of the jeep and aim at the one with the G36 
>I want that G36
 >Fire 3 rounds 
>All 3 rounds hit home 
>He staggers back and grasps at his chest 
>Quickly translation to the one with the bow
>Put another 3 rounds into him 
>One round strikes his head and he goes down 
>The one with the mace and the one with the sword hone in on my position and begin to charge 
>I aim at the one with the mace and put 3 rounds into him center mass 
>He doesn't stop and just keeps on running
>I begin to panic and I switch the rifle to full auto
>Empty the rest of my magazine into the fucker 
>He takes a few more steps before he finally goes down
>Change out mags and dump 30 rounds into the faggot with the long sword 
>He won't be getting up anytime soon
>Look back down at the girl
>"Do you see anymore?"
>"N-n-no"
>"Ok, you wait here if anything happens shoot a round into the air."
>"Oh and I guess I should ask you your name"
>"Itś Lynn"
>"Ok well my names Anon, nice to meet you."

>I walk away from the jeep
>I don't want bother Lynn too much
>She clearly saw some shit while I was out   
>The first thing I do is make it back to my original truck 
>Early 2000s F150
>Check on George 
>Yep still dead 
>Decide to grab the rest of my shit out of the back
>Most of my stuff is just junk
>Few spare magazines, ammo, cheap set of NODs, old Russian ballistics helmet and a few MREs.
>Decide to check out the rest of the vehicles in our convoy
>Mainly looking for any that are still driveable 
>Last thing I want is to get stuck in the desert 
>The only thing still upright is a dunce and a half
>Walk up to the cabin
>It's a total mess
>Looks like it might have been hit with some kind of AT rocket 
>No way that this thing is ever moving again
>Check out the back
>JACKPOT
>Completely filled with coins of all different origins 
>Not gonna be able to take all of it but I´m going to do my best to try 
>Also find a decent osprey backpack 
>Stuff about a quarter of the loot into it
>Fill the rest of the pack with food and water 
>Walk to the side of the truck which was facing the blast 
>Side has scorch marks and the paint is peeled off
>Also see our commander lying on the ground
>Or at least part of him
>His head and feet are missing 
>Only way I can even tell it’s him is from the 416 he’s clutching in his lifeless hands
>Say a small prayer for him
>May the /k/ube rest his soul 
>Check out the rest of the convoy 
>No survivors in sight
>Every body I come across is missing their feet
>Whattheactualfuck.wbem
>See a semi
>The truck section is gone
>Scorched crushed where it must of rolled 
>Looks like it rolled over itself multiple times
>That doesn’t make any sense 
>How would a semi get detached from its trailer and rolled over itself multiple times while my F150 only got pushed on its side 
>Maybe the blast was more complicated than I first thought 
>Either that or they had something that could push over a semi on a whim 
>I hope it’s the first one
>Last thing I want is to run into some kind of giant on steroids 
>Check our the trailer 
>Still right side up 
>Looks like someone tried to force open the doors 
>There seems to be some kind of magic lock on the door 
>Hit it a few times with the butt of my rifle
>No dice
>Kinda figured that would happen 
>Switch rifle back over to semi 
>Fire one round into the lock
>Bullet goes straight through 
>Try to unlock it 
>Before I can even lay a finger on it a purple glow emanates from the lock, and the hole is filled back up 
>Try to think of a new plan
>But before I can, I hear a noise come out of the trailer 
>Almost sounds like a cry 
>”Hello is anybody in there?”
>No response 
>Try again 
>”Hello is anybody in there?”
>This time get a muffled “Yes” in response 
>Yell back “Are you ok?!” 
>No response 
>Shit!
>Then I hear “Help” come from the trailer
>Shit, Shit! How the hell am I going to get them out 
>I Remember that we loaded up C4 into the one of the Hiluxs before we left 
>But which truck was it
>Shit! I don’t have time for this!
>Sprint over to the first Hilux I see
>Completely flipped over on its roof
>See a bunch of cardboard boxes spilling out from the bed
>”High Explosive”
>I shout out “YES!” at the sight of those boxes
>I grab one or the boxes and rip it open
>It’s filled with glorious plastic explosives
>I grab the box and wrap it up in my arms
>I sprint back to the trailer and bang on the side 
>”Is there anything you can find cover behind?!” 
>” Yes there’s a small chair”
>”Is there anything bigger, preferably metal”
>”No I don’t think so” 
>”Ok, I’m putting charges on the door, hide behind anything you can, and cover your ears”
>”W-w-what NO you can’t do that! Is there anything else you can do?!” 
>”No there’s some kind of enchanted lock on the trailer. If you have any better ideas then I’m all ears.”
>”Can’t you break the spell or something?!”
>”I don’t know shit about this magic stuff”
>”Ok fine just be careful about it” 
>”Ok I’m placing the charges now, I’ll tell you before I blow it” 
>”Also I need to know what side of the trailer the chair is on”
>”It’s on the left side”
>”Ok, I’m going to put the charges on the right door” 
>I put 2 charges on the right door 
>I frantically search through the box looking for the detonator
>It’s not there
>God dammit can nothing go my way today
>I guess my best bet is just to shoot the charge and hope it goes off
>”OK, the charges are placed, tell me when your in position”
>”Ok I’m ready”
>”Good, I’m blowing the charges in five”
>”four”
>”three”
>”two”
>”one”
>”BANG!”
>EEEEEEEEEEE
>dust fills the air 
>I wave me arms around trying to clear the dust 
>I look inside the trailer 
>I see what looks like a person crouched behind a small wooden chair
>I run over to her 
>She’s unconscious with a stream of blood coming from her head 
>I pick her up and carry her outside 
>When I get her out into the light I notice 2 things 
>Ears, and a tail
>A mother fucking cat girl!
>I’ve only ever heard about them, never have I actually seen one with my own eyes 
>From what I’ve heard they only live up north in a few small walled city states 
>So what is she doing down here, locked inside a magic trailer? 
>Before I have time to ask myself more questions, I feel a hand grab onto my arm
>I glance back down to the girl in my arms 
>She’s a sorry sight 
>Her clothes are dirtied and a small stream of blood runs down from her forehead over her eyelid and down her cheek
>I hear a raspy “Thank you” escape her lips before she passes out again 
>I place her back down on the ground to adjust my rifle 
>I fold the stock to the side and sling the Tantal over my back
>I pick the girl back up and begin to carry down the length of the convoy 
>She’s a lot heavier than she looks 
>Probably about 120lbs
>I get back down to the Jeep where Lynn is 
>She is still shell shocked, but she’s definitely doing a little better 
>Ask if she’s seen anything else
>”No I haven’t” 
>”Ok well I guess that’s a good thing” 
>Tell her just about everything I know so far
>Tell her about the fact that there was no other survivors 
>Tell her about the money
>And explain to her why I’m carrying around a unconscious cat girl
>Leave our the part with all the feet missing and the decapitated commander
>She just stares 
>She’s not really listening 
>I have feeling that most of this isn’t truly news to her 
>Really I think the only thing that was new to her was the cat girl
>Now that I think about I don’t even know her name
>I look inside the Jeep and see a small water bottle 
>That and I see the driver
>Dead with a gunshot wound to the head 
>poor guy may the /k/ube rest his soul 
>I pry open one of the doors with Lynn’s help and climb inside 
>Once inside I grab the water bottle and I climb back outside 
>I poor some of the water on her head and wipe the blood off 
>It seems that doing that woke her up 
>She opened her eyes and just looked at me
>She did the same thing as before just said “Thank you”
>The difference is that this time she was able to stay awake
>I introduced myself, “Hi my names is Anon”
>She responded saying that her name was “Princess Maybel Einsburg”.
>I wanted to ask her more questions, but she fell asleep before I could 
>This time though it wasn’t her passing out but rather her just falling asleep
>I guess that’s a improvement 
>I check with Lynn and ask if she watch her for a bit 
>Lynn just says “Sure I guess”
>I glance down at my watch
>I reads 20:30 
>It’s too late now to get moving 
>The neatest village is over 5 hours away by car 
>If it was just me and Lynn there would be no way we could get there in the night 
>That’s not mentioning the sleeping cat girl 
>Now that I think about I think I saw a small ranch house about a hour before we got attacked 
>That’s probably our best bet if we want to get out of here 
>Of course that’s still probably about 5 or 6 hours of walking
>I walk back to the dunce and a half to grab all of my loot out 
>I put the osprey on
>Pretty heavy
>See the assault pack that’s I left here as well 
>Decide that I will come back for it
>Think about the commander on the way out 
>He was a nice guy
>Old wood elf who was a veteran of some war pre /k/onvergance 
>Apparently he commanded a SoF force when the /k/onvergance happened 
>Said that he and his platoon found themselves in Mexico City
>I asked him about his time fighting there
>He went quiet and mumbled something about Los Zetas 
>Didn’t want to push it after that
>Figured that I’d he had a run in with the Zetas that it probably didn’t end well for him or his men
>No time to think about that now 
>He would be disappointed if I didn’t make it out of this
>Walk back down to the Jeep 
>See that Lynn is asleep next to Maybel
>Normally I would wake her up
>But this isn’t normal right now and it’s better if she gets some sleep
>Walk back down to the truck to get the rest of my stuff 
>Notice a small shovel in the corner 
>Gives me a idea 
>Grab my stuff and set it out side of the truck

>Dig a shallow grave for the commander 
>He was a true /k/ommando
>Take his 416 
>He’d want it this way
>Lay the rest of my stuff down by the the bag of coin
>Check our the AR that Lynn was caring 
>Anderson Lower with a PSA upper
>Who thought it was a good idea to bring that thing into a combat zone 
>How is Lynn still alive? 
>I can see why the original owner died 
>Throw the rifle out into the desert 
>Replace it with the 416 
>That’ll do much better 
>Now for what to give Maybel 
>Remember the G36 dropped by one those Emo knight faggots 
>I want that G36 
>Grab my Tantal
>Grab another 2 full mags and put them in my plate carrier 
>Switch my rifle back over from semi to auto 
>Sling it over my left shoulder before shouldering it
>Then I emerge from behind the Jeep 
>I approach the first body 
>Sword Faggot 
>I can see the exit wounds
>Little holes coming back out through his armor 
>Next is the lead tranny
>He’s dead to 
>Notice something though
>Vz.61 painted matte black 
>A fine addition to my collection 
>Loot the fags corpse
>The škorpion is beat up and not well cleaned 
>The magazine feels about half empty 
>Stuff it in my pocket 
>Next is bow nerd
>Same deal 
>Seems the 1 to the head did him in
>Nothing of interest on him 
>His bow looked nice 
>If we didn’t have to worry about trekking out of here then I’d take it with me 
>Last is the guy with the G36 
>He’s still breathing 
>I level my rifle at his head and say “If you move one muscle then you're gonna get to meet Mikhal himself”
>He responds in some language I’ve never heard before
>But I think he got the message cause he lifted his hands off the rifle
>I take my right hand off the hand guard of my rifle and grab the Vz.61 out of my pocket 
>I level it at him while I let go of my Tantal with my left and grab his G36 
>Put the Vz.61 back into my pocket and motion with the G36 for him to start moving towards the burnt out convoy
>He doesn’t move
>Motion again 
>Doesn’t move
>Motion again except I add “Move Asshole!”
>He shakes his head and points at his legs
>I’m beginning to think that he can’t move
>”You speak Human, faggot?”
>He forces out “Speak Human no” 
>I’ll ask more questions later 
>Tell him “I’m going to drag you, try any funny business then I’m going to shoot you”
>Follow that up with switching the G36 to auto 
>He just nods 
>Walk around grab his ankles and begin to drag him towards the Jeep
>I hear him grunt and muffle a scream while I drag him 
>I guess that it doesn't feel good on his new 5.45mm holes 
>Serves him right fucker shouldn’t have attacked my convoy 
>Can see him stare at his newly deceased /k/omaredes as we pass each of them
>Not nice to see your friends dead now isn’t it 
>Bitch
>Get him back to the convoy 
>Lean him up against a flipped dodge 
>Tell him not to move 
>Not that he even can 
>I chuckle to myself at my little joke
>The knight looks at me and flashes me the stink eye
>Look back over to the two sleeping women
>Maybe the princess knows something about this
>walk back down to the Jeep and put my new G36 with my pack 
>Get my Tantal unslung off my back and fold the stock 
>Sling it over my shoulder 
>Walk over to the sleeping princess and gently shake her awake 
>”Hey you awake?”
>”Huh, what, oh it’s you”
>I can clearly tell that she’s annoyed by the way she says “you”
>”Hey I need your help with something” 
>”Can it wait?”
>”No not really”
>”Ok, fine. What is it?”
>”Just come and look”
>She begins to understand that this is serious when she picks up on my fiddling with my Tantal 
>”You're not going to shoot me or something, right?” 
>”What, oh god no. Why the hell would I go through all of that effort to get you out of that trailer if I wanted to kill you?”
>”Ok, good”
>I think she was going to say something else but stopped herself when she saw our guest 
>”So I was..”
>I glance back over to see that’s she’s frozen just staring 
>She looks back at me and yells “HOW DID THEY GET HERE!”
>”I take that you know this man?”
>”Dushman”
>”Um excuse me” 
>”Dushman”
>I know enough Russian to know that means enemy 
>”So these are the fuckers who attacked us, can you tell me something about him?”
>She ignores me entirely and says something to Emo fag
>Bitch
>He responds in the same gibberish that he was taking in earlier 
>They begin to have some kind of argument that I can’t understand 
>I've had enough of this and grab her by the shoulder and turn her towards me
>She pushes herself away from me and says “Fucking shoot him already”
>”Why don’t you tell me what the fuck he’s saying” 
>”Are you a actual fucking tard or something? How the fuck do you not know who these guys are”
>”Well I’ve never even seen a cat person before you, so excuse me”
>”These guys are bad men!”
>”What?”
>”JUST SHOOT HIM!”
>”No”
>She runs at me and grabs for my Tantal
>She manages to get hold of the muzzle end and trigger 
>Before I have time get her off me she sprays down our captive
>”WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK YOU FUCKING BITCH!”
>The Emo slumps over and leaves a blood smear on the truck 
>She is just standing there shocked 
>I more gently grab her shoulder and begin to lead her back to the Jeep
>Lynn has woken up by this point 
>”Hey is everything alright? What was that shooting about”
>She seems to be doing a little better 
>”Nothing, Maybel couldn’t sleep so were doing some target practice”
>”Oh, uh ok then”
> I look at Maybel and whisper “We talk more in morning”
>She just lays down and goes back to sleep
>Lynn and I talk for a little longer after that
>Turns out Lynn is a 16 y/o new world human who’s going to start a apprenticeship in magic
>She was going to her teachers house which was in the town where the convoy was going to stop
>I asked her about the attack and this is what she had to say
>”I saw this bright red flash and then the truck I was in got flipped over. The flash also felt very hot”
>”I got knocked around but was still awake when it was done” 
>”Then I saw those knights, as well as people in dark robes. I think they were dark mages. The knights were attacking all of the survivors while the dark mages launching fire spells at people and healing the knights that got shot.”
>”I was hiding with one of the guards when he got shot. I took his gun and hid in the Jeep”
>”I saw the mages cutting off all of the people’s feet.  I also saw the knights trying to get into the trailer that Maybel was in”
>”Eventually most of the knights left along with all of the mages. Those four knights stayed to guard to loot I suppose.” 
>”Then you found me and you know everything after that.”
>She seemed pretty shaken up at the end of that 
>We made idle chit chat for a little while longer before she went to sleep
>I spent the rest of the night cleaning my new funs, scrounging up ammunition and filling magazines.

>Be me 
>Chilling in the high desert 
>Should be riding in the comfy cab of a F150 while trying to talk to my buddy George 
>Instead I'm freezing my ass off at 6:30 in morning surround by the burnt out wrecks of the vehicles I'm supposed to be protecting 
>While rooting through one of the trucks, I managed to find a map
>Cell service out here is non existent 
>Well at least the 5.45 is plentiful 
>Also my new G36 is pretty nice 
>Never will I replace my glorious Tantal with some kaurt AR wanna be
>Will probably end up giving it to Maybel 
>Course It's a little big for her
>She's only about 5´3 
>There's always the Vz.61 
>Honestly I'd rather her have something that's chambered in rifle round rather than a pistol round
>I think I saw a M85 with a under-folder lying somewhere 
>I'll probably end up giving her that 
>I just want to make it out of here without being murdered by Seal team 6 emo knights or edgy wizards in black robes 
>Walk back to where I saw the M85
>Krink lying not far from it 
>I'll come back for it later
>The M85 is lying in the hands of some poor guy who had his face burned off 
>Take the rifle out of his charred hands as politely as possible  
>Also take all of the magazines out of his Chicom rig 
>Honestly I feel kinda bad about taking his stuff 
>But he's never gonna use it again and some bandit or company bureaucrat would just take it anyways
>Walk back to the Jeep with M85 in hand 
>Find that Maybel has woken up
>Set the rifle down with the others before I take a seat on the tires I dragged over 
>Remember the MREs 
>Coffee.png
>Rip one open and start a small fire 
>Use the rest the water I found to start the coffee process 
>Look at Maybel "You want some"
>"Eh sure why not"
>I might be trying to play it cool but the tension is so thick that it could stop a 88
>Suddenly Maybel says "I'm sorry about last night, I just got so worked up and I didn't know what to do..."
>She began to tear up, so I stopped her with a apology of my own
>"Yeah I'm sorry as well, I was pretty tired and just wanted to know what was going on"
> I reach over to grab the M85 and hand it to her
>I ask her if shes ever fired a gun other than the Tantal     
>She says that a few months after the /k/onvergance a few guns trickled into her kingdom 
>She says she shot one called a "AR-15" and one called a "Glock"
>She thought they were to loud and that they didn't provide much over a bow or magic 
>Since then she said her dad had her take a self defense class where she had to shoot another glock
>Figure I can use this to segway into talking about her past how she ended up in back of Semi Trailer
>So I ask her "So how did you end up here?"
>She went quiet for a minute said that in her home kingdom there was a small scale war raging 
>She said the Drows who lived in the west had been at war with her home kingdom for about 8 months 
>The war wasn't major but it was costing her father (the king) a lot of money as well as a loss of popular support 
>There is also a group of large group of Orcs in the southern half of the country who have recently become more rebellious and have been tying down more of her father resources 
>Then she told her own personal story
>"I was walking around the capitals looking for some fresh fruit to snack on, when I heard the sound of a crying child."
>"I followed it into a small alleyway where I saw a human child crying" 
>"I tried to ask him what was wrong and when I walked closer to him, two men came up behind me and put a cloth over my mouth, then everything went black."
>"When I came to I was in a dark damp room tied to a chair"
>"A human wearing a balaclava came out and asked me some questions about myself"
>"I told him my name, then I demanded him to release me"
>"He simply looked at me, then he walked back through the door he came"   
>I sat in that room for a while
>"I'm not sure on exactly how long it was, but I think it was about 18 hours"
>"Then two more humans came into my room and one of them used a sleeping spell on me"
>"After that I found myself in that trailer. I've been in there for about 5 days I guess"
>"There were two people who would come and give me food and let me go to the bathroom."
>"I guess that they're already dead now though." 
>I ask her what they looked like
>"One of them was a human while the other looked like a semi young high elf"
>No fucking way, could George be involved in this?
>Next I ask her if she knew the high elves name 
>"Yeah I heard the human call him George once"   
>What?? How the hell could George be involved in this 
>I say to her "I think I know who that is, I'll be right back"
>With that I run back over my flipped F150 
>I climb back through the hole I made earlier and see that George is right where he died 
>Honestly I was kind of concerned that he was somehow going to still be alive 
>I rummage through his pockets and find some papers 
>They all seem to be written in elvish 
>I check the rest of the truck and find a few more papers  
>All of which happen to be written in elvish  
>Mother fucker
>Can't that goddamn knife ear motherfucker use fucking English for once in his fucking life
>Take all the stuff I can find and I climb back out  
>Bring the papers over to Maybel and ask if she can read High Elvish 
>She says that she cant 
>Well that's just great 
>Shove the papers into my bag before I wake Lynn 
>Tell Lynn that we are moving out 
>Shes hesitant at first 
>Thinks that it would be better if we stay here and wait for help 
>Tell her in response that we should move just encase the enemy realizes that their friends didn't come back and they come looking for them
>Eventually get her to agree even if I wasn't entirely telling the truth 
>On the one hand I was concerned about the enemy coming back
>I'm beginning to think there there's more going on here than I first thought
>There is no way that the higher ups didn't know about Maybel 
>I don't think that they'd be too happy to find out that I let her out of the Trailer
>I also managed to find another pack last night in a flipped 4 runner
>I've gone ahead and stuffed this one full of food and water (and some gold coins)
>Remember the krink
>Nearly forgot after these new revelations
>Go back to where I found the M85 
>The krink is sitting about 50 feet away from where the M85 was 
>Pick her up 
>1984 Tula 
>I'm in love already 
>Sling the /k/arbine back over my shoulder 
>Walk back down to the Jeep where Lynn and Maybel are already packing
>Neither of them seem overly excited 
>Might just be that its only 7:15 in the morning though 
>I Sit back down on the tire and begin to field strip the krink
>"Well aren't you going to help? This whole thing was your idea"
>Shut the fuck up Lynn I've been up all night making sure we didn't get ass raped by any edgy wizards with foot fetshis 
>Is what I would liked to say but instead I said 
>"I'm tired you guys look like you have handled"
>She just rolled her eyes at me 
> I don't really care
>It's for the best 
>Besides I need rest before my the walk back 
>I've already been up for about 25 hours at this point 
>Last thing I want is to collapse in the middle of the desert from exhaustion
>That'd be a death sentence for sure
>"Hey where do you want me to put this?"
>I look over to see Maybel holding the G36
>Now that I think about Shes kinda cute
>I've never really had a thing for cat girls before
>I can see why some people do though 
>”Would you mind just putting it next to my pack?”
>”Sure”
>”Thanks Maybel”
>”You know most people just call me May”
>”Oh, ok then, May”
>Is she starting to be friendly with me?
>I guess that I’m not as abrasive as I had first thought
>That's a funny thought I guess
>Jesus I need some sleep
>I guess it wouldn’t hurt to close my eyes for just a second 

>I find myself lying in my bed in my childhood home
>My cat is curled up asleep on the pillow next to me
>The sound of my filter running in my fish tank is faint, but still there
>The morning sun creeps through my curtains and adds a small bit of light to my room 
>That was a pretty weird dream
>I don’t think I’ve had one that vivid in a long time
>I get out of my white bed sheets wearing a grey T-shirt and black shorts
>I walk down stairs and throw a set of pop-tarts into the toaster
>I guess nobody else is up yet 
>Usually Lucas is already down here making a mess
>I hear a small pair of feet come pitter pattering down the stairs 
>My 6y/o brother Lucas emerges from the staircase
>He just stares at me filling up a cup of juice from the fridge 
>I guess he wants some?
>Then he opens his mouth
>Oh boy here comes a crying fit
>”Who?”
>Well that's not what I was expecting  
>I look back over to him 
>”What?”
>He just keeps on giving me a dead stare
>”Who”
>”What's wrong Luke?” 
>He breaks his stare and walks back up the stairs 
>Never looking back at me once
>Just staring straight and walking straight 
>Like a machine 
>I guess I’ll have to ask my mom about him 
>Then I hear a slightly larger pair of feet come down the stairs 
>My 10 y/o sister comes out this time
>”Good morning” I say to her 
>She just walks into the pantry and grabs a box cereal out 
>I guess everybody is In a bad mood this morning
>PING
>Oh I guess my pop tarts are done 
>I grab two sheets paper towels from by the sink and place my Strawberry pop-tarts on it
>My sister is busy filling her bowl with milk
>I'm just gonna let her do her thing  
>I pull out a bar stool and sit down at the island that sits in the middle of my kitchen 
>My pop tarts are done perfectly, browned on the edges and warm on the inside
>I look over and my sister is holding her bowl of cereal with 1 foot on the stairs
>”Hey you know mom’s rules about eating food up stairs”
>”Why”
>”What, I don’t understand, you know why mom has rules about eating up stairs”
>”Why”
>Before I can get a word out, she walks up the wooden stairs 
>Man, I feel really thirsty
>I’ve already gone through 2 cups of juice    
>I get back up and open the fridge to pour some more
>I grab it out and begin to pour it into my small plastic cup
>I hear the door open to my parents room
>My mom steps out 
>"I have a question for you"
>"Ok, what is it?"
>"Who do you think you are?"
>I sit there perplexed, mid bite into my pop-tart
>"It's one thing to want to help others, but it is another to be willing to sacrifice yourself for total strangers"
>"I'm confuses, what do you mean?"
>She just shrugs at me before walking back into her room
>I have no idea what that was about
>But I don’t want to push it any further 
>I clean up the spilled juice and throw the crumbs from my pop-tart 
>I open my phone and check my calendar
>09:30, coffee with Avery  
>Oh yeah I guess this is our third year anniversary
>Hard to believe that it’s been that long
>13:30, see Pa
>Cool, I’ll never pass that opportunity up  
>I check the time on my phone
>07:45
>Sweet, I got time to shower and get cleaned up
>Take a nice hot shower 
>Put on a nice T-shirt and a matching pair of shorts
>Before I leave I yell “I’m leaving mom!”
>”.....”
>No response 
>OK, maybe she's back asleep?
>I hop in my jeep and take off
>09:25
>I arrive at the small restaurant where we’ll be having breakfast\\
>It’s on a golf course and over looks a small pond
>Surrounded by large oaks filled with all types of different song birds 
>The inside is quaint with carpet and brick walls
>I walk up to the receptionist and ask for a table for two on the patio 
>She sets me down at a round table with a white table cloth overlooking the pond
>And at 9:30 I see a girl walk into the building
>She walks past the empty tables
>And past the older couples enjoying a peaceful Saturday morning 
>and she walks up to my table
>She has fair skin and brown hair with slight hints of blonde
>Not to mention thighs to die for
>She pulls out one of the white chairs and sits down
>”Happy anniversary darling”
>She just smiles 
>”What do I mean to you?”
>”Well that's a weird question to ask”
>”Almost everything I suppose"
>She sits there, not saying a thing
>Did I do something to upset her? 
>”I don’t understand”
> "Well the reason why I say almost everything is because I need to leave space in my heart for bell"
>"That said, what do I mean to you?"
 >"A lot"
>Before we can continue, the waiter comes over to take our order
>I order a Coke while she orders some Tea
>The waiter leaves right after taking our orders
>Then I abruptly hear
>”I love you”
>I respond
>”I love you to”
>Then she leans in for me to kiss her
>and I do as she wants
>We both pull back and I see her smile that beautiful smile of hers
>I smile back and close my eyes to enjoy the moment for just a bit longer
>I open my eyes only to find myself in my grandpas driveway
>On my dashboard sits a note
>”Remember what I mean to you”
>”-Love Avery”
>I remember something now
>Desert
>And gunpowder
>I’m not sure where I remember them from
>I just remember them
>I open the door to my jeep and clamber out
>I walk up the driveway and knock on the door
>”Come in!”
>I open the door before I'm greeted by the tang cigarette smoke
>"I thought that you stopped with that stuff"
>"Its the last one for good this time"
>"Haha yeah, sure"
>We both then break down into laughing fits
>"love you buddy"
>"I love you to Pa"
>He forces himself up from the couch and leads me to a locked room
>He puts in the key code and the door opens to reveal a treasure trove of firearms history
>You name it, there's a fairly decent chance he has it
>I take a seat while he spins one of the rotating racks
>He stops it when it gets to a Tantal
>"Well I'm not your maid, come get it yourself"
>With that I get up from the chair to grab the Tantal
>I pick it up only to find something feels oddly familiar about it
>I've handled this rifle tens if not hundreds of times before, yet somethings off this time
>Is it heavier
>No it's the exact same weight as last time
>Different furniture
>No still the same hand guards and wire stock
>I can't place my finger on it
>It's just that something is off
>Then my grandpa speaks
>"May"
>"Hmph, like the month?
>"No, like the person"
>Wait I remember something
>cat ears
>and a bitchy attitude
>"Who do you want to be?"
>?
>"Everybody been acting all strange today, and they've all asked me all sorts of weird questions like that"
>"Do you know why that is?"
>"No, do you?"
>"Yes, it's because your in a dream"
>"What do you mean I'm in a dream?"
>"This is a dream of what could've been"
>Then I remember it all 
>My mom sold my fish tank because I got bad grades
>My jeep got destroyed during the /k/onvergance 
>I remember seeing the restaurant where we ate get burned to the ground by Goblins
>Getting to my grandpa's house where he gave me the Tantal to protect my family
>And driving past Avery's house only to see the doors left wide open, and the cars all gone
>I searched the house but only found a small smear of blood on the door
>And the fight in the desert
>I remembered that to
>"So what do you mean by Who do you want to be?"
>"I mean I'm asking you, who do you want to be"
>"Do you want to be a hero?"
>"Do you want to be a Villain?"
>"Do you want to be a Bystander?"
> "I'm not really sure what I want to be just yet"
>"And that's ok to, but you have the freedom to choose"
>"You don't have to be something just because someone says you have to"
>"You can choose for yourself"
>"Yeah, I guess I can"
>"Thanks Pa"
>"Sure thing bud"





>Be me
>Not chillin in the desert 
>Had a really weird dream
>A dream of what could’ve been
>Feelsbadman.jpg
>It’s 10:00
>I really would’ve liked to be Oscar Mike erailer but I fell asleep....
>Oh well nothing I can do change the past 
>May and Lynn seem ready to go 
>I guess this will be the last time I see the convoy 
>It’s kinda sad
>I was having a good time
>And even if it was boring at times it was still peaceful
>Not to mention it's much nicer to ride across the sand rather than walk across it
>Lynn turns back to me
>”You ready to go Anon?”
>”Yeah I’m ready to go”
>I take the Mp3 out of my bag and turn on a song
>It's going to be a long walk so might as well have some music going
>Now playing https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2pB-AWYl4U
>I’ve always likes this song
>It’s a favorite of mine when trekking through the desert 
>As we walk I can see the smoke from the convoy slower become a spec in the distance 
>Everyone is quiet aside from the occasional gripe about the weight of the packs
>I guess I’ll never be able to go back to my job again 
>I should be fine for a little while with the coins we got
>But it’s not enough to last me forever
>If I cut down on expenses I can maybe last for at most 6 months
>*THWAP,THWAP,THWAP*
>I turn back to see a R22 circling the wrecks before flying back the opposite direction from where were heading 
>Then I see it off in a distance 
>A small ranch house
>It has a 50s style to it and is made of white concrete 
>I look back down at my watch 
>12:30
>I guess that it was closer than I thought
>We approach a barbed wire fence guarding what looks like some kind of pastuare
>I tell May and Lynn to stay back while I walk up to the house
>I grab a handful of coins and shove them in my pocket
>I go unarmed other than a knife cause I really don’t want to get shot
>