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Chapter 1

>The Konvergence was one hell of a trip
>I was just chilling with my mate Ziggy when it hit
>After some low tier earthquakes, minor gravitational anomalies and some 170 km/h winds, some orks and goblins made their way toward us from a portal
>We were at the range at the time, so as you can imagine, it looked a little like the airport scene from Modern Warfare 2
>They took a few more bullets than regular people could
>A total of around 75 including both goblins and orks, but it was mostly goblins
>Cleaned them up in a little under a minute
>Decided to check out where the portal led for orks and goblins to come through
>We grab our milsurp gear, only have a vest, water bottle, knife and gas mask with 1 filter each
>I grab my AK-74 and an MP-412 Rex, three 30 round mags for the AK and 18 rounds of .357 Magnum
>Ziggy has his SCAR-H and Deagle, with three mags for each, 20 round mags for the SCAR and 7 round mags for the Deagle
>Once we had suitably collected up what we planned to take through the portal and locked the rest of our stuff in the car, we went through
>The transition through the portal was extremely smooth, the other side of the portal could always be seen through the portal regardless of where you were
>Find ourselves in a marsh-like area
>Came out in what appeared to be a tribal camp, complete with bonfire, makeshift tents and…
>Cages of goblins?
>The goblins in seemed more effeminate than those we mowed through earlier and the smell of off-fish repelled any with working noses
>Most of the goblins were covered in a phlegm-like fluid that seemed to be the cause of the smell
>”Perhaps Islam was a religion of piece.” I mutter to myself
>”The sooner we leave the better, I say.”
>We swiftly turn to leave, wishing for it to fade to the back of our minds, left to haunt us at night
>When the goblins notice us, they start reaching out for us and crying
>Their language isn’t English but I know what their saying
>The ethical decision would be to free them, but they aren’t human, so the question is whether or not ethics applies to non-humans
>On one hand, I’ll feel guilty for the rest of my life, on the other, getting close to ork’s… “Leftovers”
>While I struggle with what may be the toughest decision of my life, Ziggy seems to have resolved to free them
>He picks up the key from the ground, which also has ork goo on it
>Fucking orks
>Once the goblins have their right to freedom redeemed, they surround Ziggy and start worshipping him like he’s the fucking God Emperor
>They’re all chanting in unison now
>Ziggy is surrounded by goblins covered in ork milk, there is no escape
>Can’t help but start laughing at how disgusted and distresses he looks
>”And here we have Ziggy, King of sloppy seconds.”
>”Shut the fuck up, it smells so bad in here I’m on the verge of blacking ou- SHIT!”
>One of the fuckers stabbed him through the calf with a sharp stick
>They’re all lunging at him now
>Pulling out my Rex, I pick off three that were slower than the rest, but the others were too close to Ziggy
>He’s flailing wildly, but the little shits have claws, so instead of throwing them off he just looks like an inflatable tube man, somewhat amusing, but mostly distressing
>Ziggy is black, so he has a natural athleticism, as well as being autistic to a low degree, though this is still enough to give him some bonus tard strength
>I am also a low end autist, so I try to pull the goblins off him as well, even if I haven’t seen any evidence of having tard strength myself
>It’s the thought that counts right?
>All of these factors didn’t help him
>To be fair we probably should have hit the gym more than we did
>At this point Ziggy has cuts all along his arms and legs, and is getting frustrated
>All of a sudden he grows
>His muscles go from mini to wumbo
>He genuinely looks like Terry Crews from the old spice commercials
>Now we’re cooking with gas
>He’s crushing goblin heads like my dream girl’s thighs crush watermelons
>He is screaming the most unintelligible profanities you’ve ever heard, while ripping and tearing through the untermensch
>The goblins start releasing their bowels uncontrollably out of fear
>He is still launching them at the speed of sound, their shit now flying all over the place and large wads of ork “that” following suit
>It could only be described as the most autistic thing I had ever seen
>After the massacre, Ziggy went back to his usual size and while some of his wounds had healed, others remained and he still had a hole in his leg
>He can’t walk properly, so I carry him through the marshland, my socks getting thoroughly moist in the process
>Not a nice feeling
>After a half hour trek, we finally make it to some plains and there are some cosy looking cottages on a hill in the distance
>Probably about 300 meters off, hopefully they will be able to help orientate us
>Only realise something’s off when we are about ten meters from the village, and we have gone up the hill and are now able to see that the rooves are about 10 cm above the top of our heads
>That’s when we see them, the people in this town are absolute heightlets
>They look normal apart from being abnormally short
>”Gnomble ga glemble gen trag.” 
>I’d like to note that they over pronounce their g’s and n’s
>”I don’t know what you just said but could you please tell us where we are.”
>I pray that they know English
>Another one walks up and says a line or two to the one we were just talking to
>They seem to have agreed on something when the second one goes off somewhere
>The first one gestures to have a seat on a nearby bench
>After a couple of minutes, the second one returns with what looks like two helmets
>They strap the helmets onto us and press a button on both
>Suddenly there’s a deep, throbbing pain in my head, ears are ringing insufferably, my nose starts bleeding and my eyes start watering uncontrollably
>Same things happening to Ziggy
>Despite all of this, my mental clarity flows as smoothly as cold water down the throat on a hot day
>Eyes are watering but I can still see everything clearly, giving a feeling as surreal as not actually being in your own body
>After 10 seconds, it all starts to calm down
>When the effects subside, I hear the voice of the first gnome again
>”How did it go, can you hear us now?”
>”Weren’t you speaking Gnomish just before?”
>”Still am, we just used magic helmets from the dwarves so that you could understand us.”
>She takes a tone of slight interest, but also a hint of apathy, as though they were doing this frequently
>”What about other languages?”
>”It only works for Gnomish and Dwarvish, for anything else you’ll have to visit the elves.”
>”Elves you say, hmmmmm. Where could we find them?”
>”There’s a forest with a village of them to the south of here, though they don’t really like intruders.”
>”Then I’ll just have to show them a good time and I’m sure they’ll warm up to me.” I wink excessively at the good time part
>Disappointed.gnome
>As I turn to start heading south, she calls out
>”Oh, one more thing. You see, our village has this… uhhh, tradition… where we give adventurers one of our own to, uhhh… provide company on their adventure
>Seems legit
>The other gnomes seem to catch on and start pushing a gnome with a somewhat long nose towards us
>”I didn’t want to live with you liberals anyway.” He seems to wholeheartedly believe what he said too
>”I guess we’ll take him along with us then. What’s your name?”
>”Luke, Luke Shekelberg, ready to destroy some liberals.” 
>We start towards the elves, being told that it’s only about an hour’s walk
>Luke is carrying a broadsword on his back, but for him it would be a greatsword
>He’s probably compensating for something
>I decide to make conversation with Luke to get to know him better
>”So, Luke, what are you interested in?”
>”I take to politics, my main goal being the annihilation of all liberals and their logical fallacies.”
>”So, what would these logical fallacies include?”
>”First is that many of them believe that communism could work in the right scenario.”
>”But if the society was a hive mind, then wouldn’t it be able to work? What with there being only one real sentience.”
>”That isn’t real communism though.”
>Okay retard
>”Any other things they believe in?”
>”There’s also global warming, that’s just stupid. Dwarven factories create carbon dioxide, sure, but there is no way that it is affecting the environment.”
>”Are there any statistics on global warming, such as… the average global temperature rising or something?”
>”There are, but those are fake, I mean just think about it logically, I haven’t felt the temperature rising over time.”
>He’s starting to frustrate me
>”You can’t just write statistics off like that, plus you wouldn’t feel the temperature rising, it’s too gradual.”
>”They are clearly lying about the temperature rising, so those statistics don’t count,”
>This fucking guy
>”Plus, I mean, it’s cold outside.”
>By the time I’ve registered what I’m doing, I have my boot dug into his stomach, sending him a good 5 meters
>”Shit, sorry Luke, I didn’t mean to-“
>”INCREDIBLE! I’ve never met someone so good at debating.”
>Wat.okayretard
>”For someone to beat me in a debate, you must be a master of logical thought, can I call you Sensei?”
>Maybe this isn’t so bad after all
>It takes another half an hour to reach the forest, getting to know Luke better in the time
>He’s a libertarian capitalist, thinks he’s a Jewish descendant and considers himself a master debater
>When we head into the forest, we immediately feel like we are being watched, probably just paranoia about elves
>We get a decent way into the forest but the sun starts to set so we set up camp
>Luke being a local finds some edible plants, we nibble on those for dinner then head off to our makeshift tents
>When we wake up, we notice that our makeshift tents have disappeared
>Probably just a windy night
>The rest of our stuff is still here so nothing of value was lost
>During the entire time, other abnormal stuff happens, such as a series of loud thuds in the distance and animal entrails being strewn across the ground among other paranormal things
>On the fifth day, we were spending most of the day to rest because Shekelberg was complaining about being tired
>”So Sensei, what could I do to show someone that their opinion is wrong.”
>”Luke, opinions are subjective, there is no right or wrong.”
>”Are you actually going to keep referring to him as Sensei? You shouldn’t stroke his ego too much.”
>”Why not, I’m just acknowledging the only person better than me at debating.”
>Before Ziggy can respond, there is a rustle in the bushes around us
>Guns are in the tent, which sits right next to the rustling
>Draw our knives, for Luke his “greatsword”
>Perfect silence, calm before the storm
>My legs are swept from under me and I eat dirt
>Being shaken by the legs, dragged across the ground
>Regain my senses and start pulling my torso towards it
>Getting a proper look I see a pack of some regular wild wolves, the other two faring better than I am
>The wolf can see what I’m aiming for and backs off, letting me stand up
>As soon as I stand, it charges me
>Tries to go for my flank
>Based on its direction of motion and current velocity, if I just…
>”YEET”
>I score an eye shot from a flick of the wrist
>Ziggy is managing his two with relative ease but Luke is wrestling with one
>He’s pinned with its jaws slowly approaching his face
>While it’s distracted, I easily cut its throat
>Ziggy finishes both of his at around the same time
>Finally, some good fuckin’ food
>On the ninth day, we reach a large, hollowed out tree with a ladder in it
>We start climbing the ladder, but as we’re going up, some shouting starts echoing down the hollow trunk
>It took a good minute of climbing to get to the top
>My legs are getting really tired
>At the top of the ladder was an elven tree top town, all of the buildings made of wood with rope bridge walkways to travel from tree cluster to tree cluster
>An elven man is shouting angrily at a young elven girl, who looks rather apathetic for the situation
>She has long, straight blonde hair with blue eyes, looks about 16 years so she’s probably over 160
>The man glances over at us, muttering an elven profanity, I assume, and resting his face in his palm
>He reaches his hand out toward us and begins chanting what sound like an incantation
>His hand starts glowing
>Consciousness fades into darkness
>Wake up in the same spot, presumably only a few seconds later
>The man starts speaking, “So, you weren’t supposed to be able to find this place, but you did.”
>”Why did you not want us to find this place?”
>”You humans have come here with your bang bang sticks before, a few times. We don’t like visitors anymore.”
>”So how did we manage to find it then?”
>”My failure of a daughter.”
>She still looks entirely apathetic
>”That’s a bit harsh, you should be nicer to your daughter.”
>”Now that you’re here, you will help us.”
>Fine, just ignore me then, fucker
>”What do you want us to do?”
>” We have a villager that is living on the ground by themselves, protect them.”
>”Why are they living by themselves?” Ziggy inquires
>”They were born there, they stayed there, that’s all you need to know.”
>Shekelberg was next to speak up, “And how much will we be paid?”
>”Your payment was the universal translation spell, your kind shouldn’t expect anything else from us.”
>I decide to head back down the ladder before the waste of skin says anything else that will piss me off
>When we get to the bottom, notice that there is a house about ten meters behind the hollow trunk
>Looks to be an oldish looking cottage with few more than three rooms
>Knock knock
>A middle aged looking elf opens the door
>”Ah, so you’re the humans that showed up recently. It’s a pleasure to meet you, my name is Nindr.”
>Seems a lot better than the guy in the village up top
>”You seem to be doing pretty well despite living by yourself, don’t you ever get lonely?” Ziggy asks politely
>”Well I probably would if I didn’t have Elyssa as company.”
>”Elyssa? Who is that?”
>”What do you mean? She’s standing right behind you.”
>To my surprise, the prick’s daughter is standing right behind us
>”I’ve been acting as a sort of father figure to her, and unfortunately it seems that I’m doing a better job than her real father. Anyway, come inside, I’d love to have a chat with you and, those are some deep wounds you two have got in the legs.”
>After some light elf magic, the wounds on our legs closed over, the holes are still there but they will heal quicker with magic this way
>Explain to him the events since entering the portal so far
>”Hmm, I see. The so he’s afraid of what could happen if I am captured, makes sense. Oh, and also, The reason your friend was able to gain that muscle mass, are either of you autistic by any chance?”
>”Uh, yeah, we both are. Why?”
>”This world’s air probably feels slightly different to your world’s, doesn’t it?”
>”It does but I still don’t see how-“
>”That’s this world’s mana, and when mana mixes with autism, you can sometimes find the generation of magic. You two are autist mages, just like Elyssa.”
>”… It’s pretty low chances but I guess it’s possible.”
>”I have been diagnosed with autism too, and it is clearly high functioning too with my specialty resting in debates.”
>You keep telling yourself that Luke
>”Surely the chances are too low for all of us to be autistic, I mean, I thought Luke was just a retard.”
>”Compared to yourself maybe, but I actually have an above 200 IQ.”
>Nindr speaks up, “Actually, the chances are rather high, you see autism magic actually has a magnetising effect where autists are drawn to other autists after their magic has been activated.”
>I feel like I’ve heard that reason somewhere before
>As I stand to get a drink, a wave of rubble and a deafening shockwave hit me from less than a meter away
>When I come to, we’ve been surrounded by a strike team, but with bows
>Everyone else is as disoriented as I am
>They line up in two lines facing one another
>A tall man with slender limbs comes from around a corner
>This piece of spaghetti is literally built like slender man 
>He takes a sigh as he slowly strolls towards us, opens his mouth to say something but runs into a dilemma
>He goes from normal to headless in a fraction of a second
>The rest of the body just flops to the floor, most of the limbs bending in ways that would be impossible if he were human
>The offender? A large ork with a club
>The strike team immediately take evasive action, followed by an attack
>They start launching arrows at him from the shadows
>The arrows bounce off him like a feminist deflects any valid opposing point
>He starts screaming and eating the poor bastards, while they shoot at him
>After he finishes devouring the last one, he turns to us and says, “Hopefully we see each other again, Kameraden.”
>I hope we never have to fight him
>And like that he was gone like the wind
>”Well that was a~n experience.”
>”And with that, I will consider any debts you owed to the topside village paid. You can leave this place if you want now, I just have one request.”
>”Anything.”
>”Take Elyssa with you, I won’t be here forever and I don’t like the idea of leaving her with the village, but I trust that you three will treat her well.”
>”We’ll be grateful to have her.”
>”Now you kids head off, I’ll cover everything here.”
>And so we set off to the next closest town, Helshau, with no real goal in mind other than to make money
>Oy Vey Goyim

Chapter 2

>Turns out the nearest town apart from the gnome village is over a mountain range
>There’s a path but it gets to altitudes where the peaks are capped with snow
>Didn’t bring any warm clothes so we left the mountain base in the morning, looking to cross it all during the day while it was still warmer
>Still had no money so we couldn’t even stock up on food for the trip, making it even more vital that we cross over quickly
>At least the cold meant that there weren’t many bugs
>The first 10 minutes of the trip consisted of silence as we were all socially awkward retards who didn’t know how to start a conversation
>”See, it’s so cold up here that global warming couldn’t possibly be real.”
>…
>”Anyway, Elyssa, what is the town where going to like?”
>”Don’t know, haven’t been.”
>”Oh, ok.”
>Silence
>This continues for the next hour
>”So how do you two feel about guns?” Ziggy uses to break the ice
>Luke predictably goes first, “Well our only experience with them is what you two have shown us, which are the ones you two have, but my philosophy is that bigger is always better.”
>His choice of sword comes to mind
>He’s clearly compensating
>Has nothing on my BHC
> Elyssa follows up with, ”Don’t know, prefer the wood and metal one though.”
>Referring to glorious Kalashnikov
>”Ah, I see you’re a man of culture as well.”
>”I’m a woman though.”
>And with no clue of what to respond with, silence once again binds our mouths, rolls us up in a carpet and throws us against a wall until we are physically pained by our inability to stop it
>For the next three hours we continue with approximately the same frequency of interaction as what we had in the first hour
>Ziggy has never liked hiking but at least there’s no bugs
>Luke has heard that this town we’re going to has a thriving economy
>These are the only topics of conversation that come up in this time
>Eventually we come up on a snowy forest on the top of the mountain range
>Still no edible flora or fauna in sight
>Though we do start to get some creepy vibes
>The trees also block out most of the light
>After a little more walking and I hear some rustling in the trees
>Maybe some snow elves?
>Turn to ask Elyssa
>Notice that she is visibly worried but too afraid to speak up
>”What’s wrong?” I whisper to her
>”There shouldn’t be anything alive in this area.”
>”Maybe it’s the wind?”
>”That’s the other thing, since we entered the forest, the wind stopped.”
>Fuck, now I’m really creeped out
>The other two haven’t seemed to notice
>We just keep an eye on the lower branches
>Could swear I see shadows moving here and there
>More occasional rustling
>Come up on a clearing with a stationary figure in it
>Appears to be some sort of statue
>Has a human figure
>It has a deer’s skull for a head, is made of twigs and sticks with raised arms and what appears to be human hands for feet
>We all stop at the opening to the clearing
>We’ve all noticed the rustling as it increases in frequency for a brief period before just stopping
>Look around to try see what’s in the trees
>Notice that in the middle of the clearing, the statue is gone
>Absolute, deafening silence
>Can feel so many eyes on me
>Give one more glance around the trees
>That was the finishing blow
>My friends are gone
>Fuck fuck fuck
>Alright, I’ll dash on the count of three
>3
>I don’t feel safe
>2
>I can feel them approaching
>1
>I dash as fast as I can and I don’t look back
>The moment I leapt to motion, the creatures all started to chase
>Can hear the swarm of them dashing at me
>The numbness of the cold is really starting to kick in
>Can’t feel my hands or feet
>Still I keep running
>Running downhill so it’s harder to keep my footing
>They’re catching up
>One drops from the tree to the ground
>I can hear his footsteps
>He gains on me
>I can feel his breath on my neck
>Rex in hand, I cant feel my fingers but I can still use them
>I can see the light ahead
>All of a sudden my shoulder feels warm
>Just my shoulder
>It’s sunk its razor sharp teeth into my shoulder
>The teeth are attached to a skull with deer antlers and a thin layer of flesh hugging the bone so tightly that the skin is torn in multiple places
>I don’t know what you are, nor do I care to find out
>Empty the entire cylinder of the rex into the skull
>This stuns it enough to get it off of my shoulder but it also throws me off balance
>I start rolling down the hill
>Allow myself to roll towards the light
>Once I reach the light I spread my body until I stop rolling
>Slide another 20 meters before I stop
>I’m out of the forest, I can see the blue sky
>Looking back at the forest I can see the silhouettes ravaging the blood soaked snow

Chapter 3

>Gonna see that shit in my nightmares
>Start wandering down the mountain, stumbling like a drunk
>Still cold as fuck but at least I can see my surroundings now
>Looking from the mountain down to the valley, all that can be seen are trees
>Can’t be blamed for being thrown off course in the forest
>Once I reach the base of the mountain, I just lean against a tree and rest in the sunlight
>Sit there for a solid 10 minutes just appreciating the reptile lifestyle
>…
>Good shit
>Looking down, I notice my ammo pouches are open, both AK mags fell out but I kept all of my remaining .357 Magnum
>This leaves me with the AK’s loaded magazine of 30 and 12 rounds of .357
>Thinking back on it, that fucker took 6 rounds of .357 to the skull and just stumbled a bit
>Also just realised how fucked my wrist is
>Not broken by the looks of it, but decent chance of a fractured bone
>BANG
>The noise echoes from within the forest
>A friend maybe?
>Getting up is a challenge but I would have to at some point anyway
>Make my way towards the gunshot
>After another minute, another gunshot could be heard
>I was close to this one
>Lots of bushes to use as cover
>I hear some voices now, listening while moving in
>”Oi cunt, give me that, we won’t fuckin’ eat at this rate.”
>”And who’s fault do you think it is that we don’t have guns in the first place. I’m shooting.”
>”Hey, Martin was the same as every other fuckin’ downey ‘til that day.”
>”The problem is that you constantly fuck with them in the first place. You’re just lucky they classed this as an antique.”
>I’m greeted with the sight of what looks like two retarded aussies hunting with a musket
>”Regardless, we won’t have any food until you kill something so get that dick out of your throat and fucking hit something already.”
>”It’s a smoothbore black powder muzzleloader, It ain’t hitting shit regardless.”
>”Then what are we even doing here?”
>”I have guns.”
>Truly, even I surprise myself with my grace and elegance in speech
>I stand up from the bushes and walk up to the two aussies
>They look at me as though they expect something from me
>…
>”Ay mate, you gonna tell us who you are or are we gonna keep staring into each other’s eyes like some gay cunts?”
>Oh yeah, I guess that’s what they were waiting for, makes sense in hindsight
>”The name’s anon, I was recently eaten out by an eldritch abomination.”
>”Well mate, I’m Sam and this cunt who’s less useful than his sister on weed is Dan.”
>He gestures to the guy with the musket, who responds in turn with the bird
>”Do you two know where a town called Helshau is?”
>”No beating ‘round the bush huh, never heard of it, some country in Europe or somethin’?”
>”Ahhh, no, it should be fairly close, in this world instead of ours.”
>”Wait what, are you sayin’ we ain’t in ‘Straya?”
>”No shit Sherlock, did you seriously think we were in Australia after passing a fucking minotaur?”
>”Bullshit, I never saw a minotaur.”
>I decide this conversation isn’t going anywhere fast.
>”At the very least, I can hunt for the three of us as we make our way to the town I’m looking for.”
>With this, I start by downing a deer with the rex, only takes one shot to knock it down and another to finish it off
>On closer inspection, it appears pretty young
>Wait… what the fuck
>Has claws and paws instead of hooves
>Got a beefier build than a bull
>Think a deer mixed with a bear
>”Shit’s fucked, hey guys?”
>They both stare wide-eyed, but in the wrong direction, both in the same direction
>”I know it ain’t like what we got but it in our world but it isn’t that bad.”
>Dan looks over at the musket, which was left where we were standing earlier
>I glance back to see what they’re staring at
>Oh
>Mama’s come to play
>I whip out my AK and hold the trigger
>Fantasy fucks aren’t getting the jump on me anymore
>Click
>tfw no round in the chamber
>30 rounds in total, none where it matters
>Sam and Dan both have a hand near their waist
>Ok retards, if that’s how you want to look when you die then you do you
>I on the other hand, have some dignity
>Curl up into a ball and hope for the best
>Sam and Dan dash forward and out
>Both pull machetes and jump on the bear, using the machetes to gain a proper grip
>They both start going feral on their respective sides, making so many slashes that chunks of meat start to fall off
>It drops after just 30 seconds
>”That was… fucked, but hey at least this cunt’ll make some fine cuisine.
>That’s gonna be a no from me chief
>I was fucked by an eldritch abomination in a dark forest once, I don’t intend to go through that again
>”How about we get out of this forest instead, we can take the baby for food.”
>”But look at all this meat, you expect me to just fuckin’ leave it?”
>”The sun is setting and we have no clue where the nearest safe place is, please, I don’t want to be in this forest at night.”
>The fact that I don’t display any emotions on my face probably doesn’t make it any more convincing but, to my relief, Sam concedes
>We hear the town from a kilometre out and manage to make it there before dark
>The passive noise of the town is a saving grace
>I never really liked it before, but now, it reminds me of the city I grew up in
>An oddly comforting sound
>”Wait, what the fuck do we do with the baby deer thing?”
>”There’s probably a pretty nice roadkill café somewhere round here, we’ll just take it there.”
>”Sam, you retarded fuckwit. This isn’t Australia, they probably don’t have those here.”
>”But, like, what if we just take it into a random restaurant and throw it at the chefs, hold them down with the corpse until they’re screeching for us to get it off, and force them to cook it for us.”
>… 
>”That’s as good an idea as buying gasoline from your brother.”
>”Oi, don’t knock his homebrew ‘til you try it, it’ll take you through some wild trips in just one tank.”

Chapter 4

>The town seems to specialise in farming, most of the land being taken up in a ring of crop fields surrounding the buildings
>Excluding the farmlands, the town would be similar in size to a small city, but without anywhere near as much in the way of stores, mostly just providing the essentials
>The buildings themselves mostly resemble cottages
>A small, cosy looking town
>It was currently dusk, meaning all the town’s people were making their way home, allowing us to sneak into the crowd
>There was a decent mix of races that I had already seen here as well as completely new ones
>We still got a bunch of funny looks though, probably due to Sam carrying the dear thing
>”We can get some food from anywhere, there’s plenty of farms so you can drop the deer.”
>”Waste not want not. I’ll cook and eat it myself if I have to.”
>”But we can’t fit in while you’ve got that. They’re all looking at us funny.”
>”I was sure they were lookin’ at you cunt, right Dan?”
>Dan just nods his head, seeming on edge
>So they are, all of their gazes are fixed on me as they move about the street
>Some guards push through the crowds, though the spatial awareness of the sheep doesn’t make it easy
>”Stop right there, you, with the weird slab of wood and metal, you’re coming with us.”
>”Oi mate, what’s wrong? You seem to be spooked?” Sam posed the question to me
>”The guard’s are coming, we should run.”
>Sam just looks confused, but I’m more puzzled at his response
>While contemplating the reason, the guards grab me with minimal effort, dragging me off into a side alley 
>The crowd is so thick at this point that Sam and Dan can’t make their way through
>Three guards stand around me, positioning themselves so that the crowd has a perfect view
>”At least take me out to din-“ My moment of unoriginal wit ruined by a knuckle sandwich that they were kind enough to serve with a side of leather
>This plus my head hitting the wall behind me was more than enough to put me to the ground
>I didn’t realise that they served knuckle sandwiches with a side of steel capped boots
>One of the guards is sitting on me while the other two go crazy
>Not much I can do at this point but just take it
>The crowd is going stupid, they love it
>The guards are making a show of it
>Still no clue what I did wrong
>Vision fades to black