>For once I feel things are looking up for me
>I've been shit outta luck piled with credit card debt from shit I couldn't help for the longest of time
>One medical bill, One car repair bill, one lost job after another
>But now?
>Things are looking up for me and couldn't be better
>Took the world going to shit to change this shit buuuuuut
>All that shit that's happening out on the streets couldn't phase me if I cared to let it
>I was out on a fucking bike ride no less
>Guitar and AR15 slung on my back accompanied by my camping gear
>Decked out in woodland cammies, shit was quiet all around the city.
>It was odd, as if the world stopped moving.
>People weren't going about their business along the streets.
>Reminded me of the early days of the Covid scare
>But I was riding my bike out of the city defiantly
>I was in a total "I dont give a fuck I lost my Job again" type of mood and I was near the national park anyway, had to get through some suburbs and get out of the town but still a karen or some uppity fucking nigger could've seen my ass and called the cops.
>I honestly didn't give a rats ass, I had my CCL and I was well within my rights as a red blooded virile floridaman to do what I was doing
>Going out there I felt that odd sense that somethings shouldn't be
>But I didn't care, I was gonna go out to the woods and play my guitar.
>Might've killed a squirrel or a raccoon to eat
>But fate? That rapist bitch had other plans for this small university town.
>Twilight hours, 6:30pm, The pastel shades of the sky showing us another painting that God made for Florida.
>I always called it God's goodnight painting to our Godforsaken hellhole state.
>Still, a blessing to be sure and a beautiful one.
>I'm getting off track.
>During the dark and being transfixed to the beautiful pastel sky purple wisps of light flashed in and out, some strobing on for minutes at a time.
>The others only last a couple of seconds.

>What brought forth was the weirdest fucking shit I could've ever imagined.
>Straight from some damn anime tier shit honestly.
>Skinwalkers, Bus sized dragons and goblins out the ass
>I didn't realize it at the time, but I was too busy thinking I had drunk a little too much Becherovka before I left on the camping trip
>Or even forgot to replace my liquor camelbak with the sober camelbak
>Why yes, I do have a drinking problem
>The thing was odd honestly, didn't even let the purple light shit fazed me.
>Could've biked back to my "Home on wheels" Chevy Astro van I converted into a ghetto mobile home.
>But I didn't
>I had trailed off the road since then, concealing my bike a good ten minute walk away from the road.
>Cutting into the bark along the tree I placed it to clue me into where I placed it.
>I had set up camp around it while I had a little bit of light
>Didn't need to set up much, honestly I just had to pitch my hammock and clutch my rifle while I slept.
>So I did so.
>All throughout the night I heard the weirdest of animal cries
>Almost like an elk cry
>Would've sent shivers up my spine had I not known what an elk sounded like
>I placed my earplugs in after scrounging around for them in my sleeping attire
>I didn't think about it at the time, the alcohols influenced had dulled my mind
>There are no elk in Florida
>That wasn't an elk
>That was something that I learned to fear, more than the dragons or the goblins.
>Hellish creatures, half man half beast, with the intellect and cunning of each.
>That was a skinwalker.
>And it had left me alone.

>Walking closer and closer to the forest I notice a stark silence along the road
>Sure, the meeting with the skinwalker was creepy 
>But this was worse
>I don't know why, it was mundane as can be
>But damn, I knew that it should not be
>Usually one or two cars pass by through here, Bubba in his beat to death pickup truck or a family taking their volvo through scenic area to and from the beach its usually one or the other
>But silence
>Not the cawing of crows
>Or the chitter chatter of squirrels
>Naught even the blue jays chirping throughout the trees
>Dead silence
>Throughout the forest
>Dead silence
>You can usually hear something, anything really
>Now I just cant stop thinking about this
>The only sound I heard for hours was when I shifted off the palm frond cover off of my motorized bicycle
>I unlock the padlock affixing its wheels to the tree
>I kept looking over my shoulder
>I remember that ritalin causes anxiety
>Somehow I keep forgetting that's the case
>I stuff the padlock and chain into the front pouch of my backpack and drag the bike to the road
>Its a mountain bike sure
>But I like to start off on the road, It's much easier
>Looking left and right its just the same old long stretch of road, cut off by a turn to the left and to the right on each side
>I wonder which direction skinny bro went?
>I dunno
>I dont care
>Nor do I want to find out
>I start the engine, I feel like cruising on out of here, check the oil pressure and look in the gas can
>"Half a tank..."
>I should've filled it up when I left
>Its more than enough to get into town
>I strap my bag onto the backrack, sling my rifle on my back and sit on my bikes bucket seat
>Rigged it up myself, sits comfortably enough and doesnt wobble
>I pull out my Ipod classic I keep in my left pocket
>Put in my ear buds and play whatevers first in the playlist
>In a house, In a heartbeat
>....
>Ominous
>Very ominous
>But I have no time for this, I got a job to do
>I want to hunt that skinwalker
>I want to wear its hide

>Along the winding road I see roadkill
>Too much of it
>Thats not roadkill
>Chunks of flesh tossed aside, possums, deer
>The remains of a headless gator too
>That aint good
>Pumas couldnt've done that, pumas get eaten by alligators
>That skinwalker must've done this
>Im not too sure why I feel the desire to kill him
>Looking at him he was cordial enough, shoot downright friendly too
>Its a drive I guess, I haven't felt this in so long
>A focus
>A goal
>I want to be the hunter of beasts greater than men
>A Hunter, a skinwalker as well I reckon
>I dunno
>I guess its like those fucking monkeys in the jungle book
>"I wanna be like you, walk like you, talk like youuuu....!"
>I find myself humming that shit along
>God am I a retard
>Well anyway I guess Its something to work towards
>I'll go through town, I wont kill those fucking karens today
>Not when I have something to hunt
>I have a purpose now, I want to be the man that shows the world whats in those woods
>And there it is
>I turn the corner and theres sign of human life
>a full parking lot, not a person in sight
>My white Astro vans is there, sitting in the shade
>Still, not a man or woman in sight
>I take out the earbuds with my left hand, maintaining control of my bike as I coast it towards my Van
>Dead silence
>I stop along its side door, Before I store the damn shitbike I take a look around
>Nobodies talking in those stripmall shops
>Nobodies in those stripmall shops
>Nobodies coming out of the supermarket and nobodies in the cars too
>On little dog, with fluffy fur white as a sheet is sitting calmly in the Chevy Tahoe right next to my Asto van
>Just that little spitzer dog is all thats alive in this entire parking lot
>No traffic along the roads either
>Not a car or truck going by
>I dont like it
>I dont like it one bit
>I quickly scan from left to right
>Where the fuck is everybody?

>Well, at least I can open carry without a fucking issue
>I open up my Van door and slide my Bike into its rack, taking down the front tire to make things more compact
>And fuck I got mud on my linen sheets again
>Damn it, Fucking damn it
>Well
>Shit thats another trip to the laundromat
>I fucking hate being in the presence of niggers
>...
>If all the people disappeared all the niggers would be gone too
>Thinking positively hasn't even been a strength of mine
>But this is indeed a positive
>Going to have to find out what the fuck happened to all the people.
>I look out of the van staring at the supermarket entrance and set my guitar inbetween the passenger seat upfront
>Never averting my gaze as I do so as I pick up my Dissipator
>"Well this ought to be a good place to look."
>Gripping it tightly I walk towards the publix entrance, I put in my earbuds and play the "Fight music" playlist on random.
>RE2:Looming dread
>Ominous! Very Ominous!
>I haven't played that shit game since I was 12!
>I never remember adding this remix....
>(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2H20YWRavY&ab_channel=FalKKonE)
>I make my way to the automatic sliding doors, It opens promptly and then I smell that stench
>Burnt flesh, corpses and the stench of blood and shit
>Guts are strewn along the checkout stations and thick chunks of flesh paint the walls of the store as if they were flung there by a cannon
>Now I dont like the looks of this
>But Im feeling up to the challenge
>Chalk it up to the music or my newfound determination
>But I want to fucking kill whatever did this
>Not because I want to save anyone, I was going to kill these fucking people when I woke up this morning
>But, Fate interceded 
>Walking along the back, minding the doors I check the aisles one by one, looking down the sights of my AR, I have a beta mag full of greentips 
>Whatever fucking did this will wish it bought level 4 plates
>God knows I wish I could
>And there it is, on aisle four along the end next to the beef stock

>Its hunched over, overlooking someone it killed.
>Crunch, drip, munch
>The pudgy woman of a arm is clutched with black taloned arms
>Barbed tail, spines portruding out of its thin black tail
>Cleft hooven, covered in thick coal black fur
>Bright red skin
>Sheep horns curled
>Folded black wings covering its back, attached right to hits hips
>Is that a....?
>A demon?
>My gaze focuses clenching my teeth in fear steeling myself for a fight I do not know how to fight.
>What the fuck is going on...
>something growls in the unchecked aisle to my right.
>I avert my gaze to check what it is
>Zombies
>Fucking zombies
>They aren't quick, but they are stumbling and stuck to one another side by side trying to burst out of that aisle
>The demon hasn't noticed me yet
>It summoned those things here....
>Im used to crazy shit, but nothing like this.
>They are stuck for now, Im feeling nervous and I got the jitters but I gotta relax
>I have that demon in my sights
>And Its aiming down the barrel of my gun
>I take aim around its chest
>And I fire my shots
>I send eight or so rounds down range, Must've not hit its lungs because it howls in the most bloodcurdling scream
>It stares at me, The devil must play basketball because he stands in at least eight feet
>It has the face and tits of a woman
>And its bleeding profusely
>It flees with haste to the left.
>If it gets outside it might ambush me when I get out of the mall.
>I run along the aisles, shooting at it as soon as I can see it
>shooting more soup cans, pickle jars and flour as I do so
>the thing is quick
>It stretches out its hand muttering some words as I pepper it with lead
>My focus is honed, Clear as crystal I see that I've shot it nine more times
>But then a weird red hexagram symbol glows out of its outstreched palm
>Shit that doesn't look good
>I back pedal, falling on my ass as I do so
>And on the next aisle a gout of flam scordches the area I would've walked too is razed

>The devil has escaped, I hear the emergency exit door slam open.
>Fuck
>FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
>I hear my teetch crack and feel the sides of my cheecks bleed
>That thing is powerful and I thought I could end it here and there!
>Now its escaped, whats more it can shoot fire out of its hands like some damn wizard!
>Ill fuckin kill it, ill fuckin kill it
>Ill send that bitch to hell, I hate these magical things they are stepping on my dick!
>I was supposed to kill them!
>I stare to the right, the zombies haven't freed themselves
>It must've created these things
>I look at my beta mag
>I must've wasted at least twenty, thirty rounds shooting at it
>Didn't even kill the fucking thing
>I calmly walk over to the zombies in that aisle
>Its like shooting fish in a barrel
>And I start shooting
>Shit
>This is pretty fun
>I feel like motherfucking doomguy
>Seeing their bones snap out as I cut their legs and arms off with bullets
>I just keep shooting
>And shooting and shooting and shooting
>They are stuck there in that one spot, scrunched up gore flying out of the aisle and blood sepping out to the cashier stations
>I stop firing for a moment
>Nothing else is moving down in that aisle
>I've killed them all
>Shit
>What is this that I feel?
>Achievement
>Fuck yeah, this feels great!
>Im fucking PUMPED!
>Im king NIGGER OF THIS FUCKING CITY
>I go down the aisles, nothing else is making sounds of life and I snatch a Bang off the shelf
>Miami cola
>Crack that open, lift up my balaclava and chug it
>Fuck its hot out in the swamp
>But at least I got my fix
>Looking around I realize something
>Shit
>Shit I can have whatever I want here
>Hm
>Yes
>Yes I will be taking some things
>First order of business, shopping cart 
>Time to do some fucking shoppinng!
>Forget about that Devil bitch
>I pumped her so full of lead she wont fuck with me any further
>And if she tries shit I might have to pump her full of something else
>I struck fear into the devil and slaughtered zombies from hell

>Im king nigger of this fucking city
>And I deserve some beer
>I take my shopping cart down to the beer section, still refrigerated and cool to the touch
>Fuck I'll need something that doesn't need a refridgerator
>I take an entire shelfs worth of fosters beer in
>twenty cans in total
>Set them carefully in the shopping cart
>Ok next order of business
>I want some beef jerky, shits pricey but nothing beats it for long drives
>Make my way to the back of the aisle, Its usually there anyway
>The devilwoman left quite a trail of blood
>She might be dead from the blood loss
>Hm
>Might've gotten off on the wrong foot
>I've never been good at dates
>We might've made a good couple who the fuck knows
>Thats probably the desperation talking
>Definitely the desperation talking
>Alright
>I almost slipped on the pools of blood making my way here but I've made it too the beef jerky aisle
>And I just grab shit off of the shelf
>All the beef jerky
>Fuck I love this stuff
>This is my favorite snack in the whole world
>Glance behind me as I stuff the entire thing in my cart
>Thats the sushi section
>Look in I see the veggie rolls
>Fuck it, gotta have a balance diet
>I pick one of those up too
>I walk out of the store and make my way to the van, Finger on the trigger and eyes darting around for any signs of trouble
>Nothing of note
>I stuff a fosters can in an empty mag pouch
>Might need it soon enough
>Opening the sliding van door I stuff the beef jerky into my empty laundry basket, the only place I could fit it.
>then I put the beer in a cooler I had hooked up to a battery bank
>I've filled it to the fucking brim
>I pull out a bag of chili lime jerky, tear of the seal and start munching on it
>I take a beer out of the fridge 
>And I take massive gulps of gold booze
>A cool lager and beef jerky is just what you need after lighting up a demon bitch and slaughtering zombies
>I hear a scream that sounds awfully like the devilwomans scream
>And a guttural howl
>Is that the skinwalker...?

>The howl sent shivers down my spine
>Things like that always shook me up
>When I was a kid I was bitten by a pitbull at night
>Strong stout kid that I was I beat with my fists
>Left my left hand scarred but I beat its jaw open
>Scampered off after that...
>Fuck that hurt
>Dogs chew your flesh when they bite you
>Its not piercing its chewing
>I fucking hate big dogs
>Spitzs? Circus type dogs?
>Well mannered for dogs, they can do what they are told and dont patrol the streets looking for a fight
>I've gotten better since then, haven't let that incident color my opinion
>But that thing isn't a pitbull, thats a big werewolf man.
>Intelligent as a man, Stronger and more able than him.
>Makes me envious to be honest
>Fear is a powerful friend when you wield it
>But its a terrible opponent
>Read that somewhere, im sure
>I cant let the past hold me back, I gotta love
>....
>If this shit didn't happen I would've let my anger get the best of me
>I live to fight the world, kill the world and win against the world
>I want to triumph over it, despite my failings and flaws
>I want my own triumph
>And now?
>Now this worlds easier, I can throw of my mask and get to it
>This shit? Im good at this shit
>I've always been good at reacting and doing shit
>Im getting off track
>I found myself looking into the car next to me
>That well mannered pooch
>Fur white as a cloud
>Its staring at me
>As if it knows what happened
>As if it knows I can help it
>....
>I've never had a dog.
>Well...ok
>I walk up to the cars window and smash it
>The car alarm blares.
>Shit
>I grab the dog 
>Its barking and yet it stops barking when its in my arms
>I hear another howl
>SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!
>Pooch in hand I run towards the drivers side, I open the door set the dog down in the passenger seat foot well and leave the rifle in between the seat and the center console
>I start the van
>And I hear it
>The pitter patter of feet outside
>It comes
>And its fast

>I reverse out of my parking spot in haste, I see it in my rear view mirror
>Its the skinwalker from before with singed fur
>its left side flesh and fur mottled
>Its left eye glassy
>And its running towards me
>Like a blur on fours
>I shift into drive and speed up
>Damn! DAMN! DAMN!
>MOVE YOU FAT BITCH
>Its at 25 mph now, I squeel past the corner and am on the main road now
>Its still chasing me!
>And its close!
>Im going 40 mph now!
>And its by the drivers side!
>A blur of burnt fur and flesh, tongue agape breathing heaviling ramming air in and out
>It gives me a look
>And smiles at me
>"H..Hh....HIiiiiIIIII!!!!!!"
>It screaches out with that crackling tone
>I cant find my pistol.
>But I still have my beer
>I roll down the window, looking at the road and the skinwalker
>I grab the beer out of my chest rig
>"Chill the FUCK out fur nigger!"
>And chuck that shit into its mouth
>It stops dead in its tracks
>and sits
>Im looking at it in the rearview mirror looking back at the road occaisonally
>Its drinking the beer
>Thank fuck
>Thank fuck for beer
>Alright uh....
>Now where the fuck am I off too?
>Fuckin half the town got raptured or zombified I guess
>....
>Oh shit I know!
>I know what I gotta do.
>I gotta go shopping!
>For guns!
>Theres a Military surplus store that I gotta go see!
>Lotsa good shit will be there and I certainly need the ammo
>Hm....Might have to clear the place out
>I settle down for a cool 35mph pace and play Home - Resonance
>I know where I am going and I haven't seen any trouble, skinwalker or devilbitch aint anywhere to be found
>Im staring at that wellmannered pooch
>Poor guy knows he lost his master that day
>I can see it in his eyes
>Should've picked up some dogfood for him back there
>Hm
>I got something better though
>Beef jerky
>I break another sealed bag
>Teriyaki flavor
>This sweet little dog deserves it
>I toss him a BIG piece
>The glee in his eyes as he hastily catches it and struggles to fit it in his gullet
>What a cute pooch
>Hm

>What should I call him?
>Is it a him?
>Shit I dont want to give him some gender neutral shit
>Im not a fucking queer faggot
>Honestly I shot devil bitch because I was reminded about Tranny story hour shit
>Idk that and she was a demon
>Shit
>SHIT SHIT SHIT
>Im getting distracted
>Wait
>What was that gaynigger tohou waifu called?
>Never really invested time into it
>Should've though
>Seemed cute enough
>Momji
>MOMJI!
>"Thats your name
>"Momji"
>I cant say it enough
>"Momji!!!"
>It gives me this fuck off look like "Who tf do you think you are?"
>Hm
>It'll have to get used to it
>Fuck it thats your name
>Shoot missed the turn
>Theres not a whole lot of people around
>People just vanished into thin air I guess
>With skinwalkers and devil BDSM ladies around anything goes
>Still gotta stay on my toes
>Who knows whats out here now
>I park along the side of the road
>Fuck it, whos going to stop me?
>I turn to the dog
>"Sit tight Momji"
>It looks at me funny
>It still doesn't trust me
>I wouldn't trust me
>Its right to I guess
>Oh well it'll build up if I dont fuck it up
>I grab my rifle and hop out of the car
>I check my chestrig
>Just four forty rounders and an empty pouch where the beer was
>Shit
>I threw my beer at the skinwalker
>Well I hope it liked it
>It was friendly enough in the woods
>Im sure it was just having one of its moods after getting scorched by devilbitch
>Ah oh well
>Sounds like no ones inside the store
>Looks all closed up too
>Barred windows and doors
>I shoot the lock and the doors hinges for good measure
>I kick it once, it budges 
>I kick it twice and it falls down
>Glass shatters and I walk into the store and grip my rifle
>The lights are out
>I check the store hours on the broken glass
>Open 11-5
>Hardly gotta work when running the only surplus store in town
>I think of all the stuff I ever wanted from this shop
>Now I can have it
>First I start with the counter
>I smash the glass and get the benchmade OTF knife I always wanted, grab a can opener

>Next I go for the revolvers
>I haven't gave this much thought
>But I go for that nice looking S&W .357 with the six inch fuck off barrel
>move my way to the pistol section
>They've got three things I've wanted
>A FN five seven, a Deagle and a Beretta 96
>I break the glass and grab all three
>I lay them on the countertop and make my way to the bags
>Seeing a duffle bag range bad I rip that off the shelf go to the counter and stuff 'em in
>Gonna have a whole lot more in the bag soon enough
>I look at the rifle rack
>G3, Underfolder Yugo, and a 14.5 AR pistol
>All go in the bag
>Fuck it
>Im taking that UKM59 too
>Bags getting quit full
>Shit im going to need two bags
>Gotta get ammo
>....
>Maybe three bags
>I go over to the bag, swipe a nice camelback backpack and another duffle bag
>I put five 556 ammo cans of greentip federal lake in the duffle bag
>And I put a spam can of 7.62 and set a ammo can of .308 ontop of it.
>It barely zips up on all three, I heft each one in one go all the way to the car
>Fuck taking two trips im strong enough for one
>I then get an idea
>No way this store doesn't have NFA Items 
>I open the sliding door and put the loot down
>I gotta go back for the pistol ammo anyway
>I check around the store, gripping my previously holstered rifle  and looking around the street
>Dead silence, nothing going on
>People just fuckin vanished
>Raptured
>or shit idk eaten
>might be the later
>Devils make their rounds and are as fast as a lightning bolt
>Devil bitch must've been working overtime clearing out this town
>Fuck 'em, these people gave me nothing but scorn and shit
>She did a damn good thing if you ask me
>Might have to give her a beer too
>Oh shit I forgot about my ipod gotta listen to something niggerish for this moment
>Wait....

>I never had an ipod
>I never brought an ipod with my to my hike
>This isn't mind
>Why did I have an ipod in that mall?
>Where did it come from?
>Shit gonna have to figure out that one
>Im looking at it now
>its aluminum back glows and ethereal purple
>like those flashes of light that night
>How many were there?
>Nine
>Nine portals
>I guess I have seen three of the things brought over
>Skinwalker chad
>Devil bitch
>And the prescient ipod
>Thats it!
>It plays the right music for the future!
>I was going to fight zombies
>And it played looming dread!
>It practically tells me the future!
>OOooooh
>Oh man this is good
>I grin with a devilish gleam
>My cheecks are seperate I bare my teeth in happiness and wonder
>This is fucking good
>Ok back to the real world
>I stuff it in my pocket
>And I go back into the store
>Crunch crunch crunch 
>The glass crackles underneath my jungle boots
>I look through the shelves
>Im going to pick up a new pair of cammies
>Abu Tigerstripe, I got an idea for this one
>I pick out a Pasgt and a gas mask
>Never know when Ill need one
>I grab another backpack, a ww2 soviet type of deal and unstring its top
>Go over to the counter and stuff 5.7, .50AE and tons of .357 in it
>Its chockful of ammo now
>I check behind the store shelf in a little room
>And there it is, I ignore all other shit
>A Cobray M10, Dummy thick silencer with an AR stock and five massive stick mags
>All the rest is bullshit compared to this
>Fuck this is my excalibur, I've always wanted one of these Detroit typewriters
>I grab it too, quite a handful and get a plastic bag to stuff it in along with several .45 boxes of ammo
>I make my way to the Van, open the sliding door and stuff it in as well.
>And I stand there, Look over my shoulder still wearing my sweaty balaclava  and start to think
>I wanna listen to something
>I plug in the headphones and I turn it on
>I look at the three playlist choices
>Love, fight and rest
>Hm.
>Fuck it imma choose love
>And it plays
>Overlord LLL

>That song is interesting, I used to watch that on my shitty beat to hell thinkpad
>Its still in the van somewhere, I'll probably go on it tonight to see if the internet is kill
>Hopefully not, I dont have anywhere near enough anime saved
>Shit....I take a seat on the opened slide doors floor
>Start tapping my chin looking up to the clear cerulean sky listening to this weeb trash
>I dont have enough inforgraphics saved.
>I should've saved some of those
>Pickings are good now, they might not always be
>I have an uneasy feeling that the worst is yet to come
>Right off the bat, first encounter I had was with a massive skinwalker.
>Second one, a Devilman looking bitch with boobs that could summon zombies and spout infernos from her hands with magic
>She had quite a nice pair of boobs
>...
>I had to think about them for abit
>I think I was trying to think that this is no where near the worst that I can encounter now.
>Im going to have to lay low somewhere
>Driving around is going to cause too much attention
>Its loud
>Its fast and easily seen
>Gotta lay low and hunker down somewhere I can see people way before they see me
>I have no idea where that could be, The University downtown has a tall as can be watch tower but theres so many buildings around
>Wait thats it
>Theres a firetower I sometimes pass by going south along at the edge of sparse woods overlooking cattle fields.
>....No that wont do
>The cattle are fine now, but they are high value low risk targets and they are prime pickings for skinwalker chan
>Or devilwoman chan
>hm...
>Why am I calling them chan?
>I guess its the inner weeb in me trying to sexualize danger
>Coronachan, ebolachan, winterchan
>That type of stuff
>Hm....
>Im still thinking about where to go
>Aha!
>The lake lodge!
>They have this lake where a lot of college kids go to get bitten to no end by horseflies
>Massive lodge, plenty of food and remote, The lodge is right in the middle of the a field.

>With that I start to pack up, I load up all five magazines I have for the M10
>It takes awhile
>I look around every now and then.
>Nothing
>Creepiest shit there is theres nothing
>Not the bark of a dog
>Not the sound of car
>Momji barks once and It spooks me
>"Hey Momji whats going on doggie"
>I say, looking in the general direction of the white spitz
>It pops its head out then looks at the front of the Van.
>Haven't looked there yet
>I look out there, cocking the bolt of the M10 and grip it in my right hand holding it by my side
>Its probably some stupid shit
>Its the Devil bitch
>Hm
>Shit Im all out in the open
>If I shoot this bitch Im fucked
>Shit shit
>Oh wait why didn't she do that?
>...Ok well thats her mistake but gives me the opportunity to try...
>Diplomacy?
>Well here goes nothing
>Shes just standing there with her arm on her hand stanced to one side giving me a peeved look
>Why has she not killed me yet
>Shoot Im a good shot I landed all my hits center mass right on her massive left breast
>Not bad for shooting in and out of shopping aisles
>She looks down at me with green serpentine eyes she has a menacing look with a sharp toothed grin and tensed up expression.
>She is not happy I pumped her full of lead
>"Theres two things I expect out of men, not to look at my chest while im talking and two not to try and kill me."
>..
>What the fuck is this bitch doing and why is she being stupid?
>"Well, first off those things are massive and are just out for the whole world to see and two bitch you stole my kill  I wanted to kill those people." I tell her, raising my left finger at her and death gripping my Mac10
>Shit I dont hope that I have to use this
>If she casts her fireball crap she'll torch momji
>I like that sassy white doggo
>She covers her arms, concealing her nipples from my eyes and looks to her side
>"Well....You aren't wrong and I guess I am sorry about that..."
>What?
>Why is she doing this
>She might be trying to get information out of me

>"Well I mean go get a shirt or something, I dont know what size you wear but I'd try and XL." I say, pointing to the gunstore with the barrel of my M10
>Ok so I figure this is what she is doing
>She got her ass kicked by me and is buttering me up with her feminine looks to get information out of me about this world
>Im going by stereotypes here but I've never been wrong for not heeding them
>This is purely to get information out of me.
>"And yeah no harm no foul its not like you could've known"
>She looks at me with a slight glance
>"Alright...So we're good then.."
>Do not get distracted by those massive breasts and ass.
>Shes quite cute, lithe and gracile face.
>A fox face?
>....
>You retard your unstable ass is going to get us into trouble stay one minded for once.
>This is a highly lethal fire blasting zombie summoning Devil woman.
>"Yeah do you need help getting clothes."I ask, shes walked over and ducks to get into the surplus store.
>She pokes her head out of the door looking innocent enough
>"Nah Im good thanks for asking though dude."
>I give this some thought
>"How are you talking with me now, How'd you learn to speak english so quickly."
>I hear grunting as she throws around stuff in the store 
>"I learned how to glean info from eating the brains of my enemies, its a spell my mother taught me a hundred years ago while I was a kid" She says yelling through the commotion shes causing
>...
>Ok so this isn't about getting info or whatever.
>Wait
>So why is she doing this.
>That fucking Ipod
>Are you kidding me????
>....She likes me?
>Why?????
>Out of all the people.
>Nobodies around
>The commotion is quite loud, she yells out that she found the right pair of pants and laughs triumphantly
>Shes not my type.
>Too tall
>And leather bat winged
>And fiery red
>Though she looks paler
>"Hey whys your skin red?"
>"HUH?"
>The commotion stops
>"Yeah my skin changes color depending on my mood and surroundings, usually its red cuz I guess thats just me"
>"Interesting."
>"Yeah I guess it is for you mortals"
>The commotion begins again
>I grab the thick suppressor of my Machine pistol and stamp my feet around on the ground
>Its been fifteen minutes
>The commotion hasn't ended
>Is she shopping for clothes?
>Why am I waiting around?
>"Alright Im just going to go if thats alright with you."
>"WAIT HUMAN!" She shouts, the commotion ends
>"Alright Im done."
>Is she lying?
>Clairvoyant Ipod suggests shes in love with me
>Or I am with her?
>Pfffffh
>Nah
>"Alright what did you get."
>"Black pants, Black hoodie and some of those rothco shirts."
>"BUT THESE THINGS DONT FUCKIN FIT"
>She walks out, the regular sized and extra large waist pants barely fit
>I avert my eyes
>This is just obscene
>"...I dont look good?"
>She sounds legitimately hurt

>"No Im sure you do you just aren't my type."
>...Fuck fuck fuck fuck this is bad what am I doing
>Dont do this you moron she is one emotional outburst away from torching you and Momji
>Do it for Momji
>"Whats a type and why am I not your type?"
>Bullshit.exe activate! Save my ass!
>"Its something that takes time to explain, Its a human thing"
>"Oh ok"
>Smooth enough
>"...Hey whats your name human? We had a nice fight there,  you are quite the warrior I've never been injured like that!"
>She says that with gusto and elation, does she like me because of that or something else?
>...Shit
>This is a new world, might as well go with a new name right?
>Besides, if I can take on and seduce a demon lady I need to have a cool name
>"My name is Psycho"
>She leans down and looks at me close to my face "Psycho? Huh. Mortal dont worry if I find your parents I'll kill them for naming you that."
>She has beautiful emerald green eyes
>Dark crimson hair
>I look into them stone coldly unflinching
>Dont talk like that bitch I dont care if you got the butterflies for me Ill kill you if you talk about my parents like that.
>She darts her gaze to the lower and upper parts of my face and smiles
>"Dont worry, I wouldn't do that to ya."
>Devil lady leans back up and looks to the right
>"Besides it kind of fits you, even though thats not your real name. You're not like other humans thats for sure."
>She looks down shining green predator eyes glaring down upon me
>"Psychoman"
>The deathgrip on my Mac just keeps getting tighter and tighter and tighter
>Is this bitch insulting me for my badass name that I came up with on the spot...?
>Ok
>Its not badass at all, kind cringey
>But thats besides the point
>Gotta change the subject
>"Whats your name Devil lady?"
>She struggles to hold back her laughter but eventually bursts into a chuckle
>"My name is Sylva, I worked under the Devil smith making armor but that..."
>She trails off
>"...It gets boring after a century, I had to do something else."

>"Kinda got teleported by accident though along with our entire shop so...."
>She shrugs and looks at me
>"I dunno Im taking it in stride I guess? A vacation is just what I wished for anyway and this place is awesome!"
>"Yeah....it sure is...."
>Central Florida has nothing but meth, gators and crippling poverty.
>Shes in the right area though, all shes gott go is towards the coast.
>"Well Sylva its been nice talking with you but I gotta go." I say, turning and closing the sliding door to my van
>Momji shat himself in the van
>That piece of crap little dog
>"NOT so fast!"
>She tosses me a black stone
>I catch it like a dumbass
>Its hot to the touch
>But not too hot for me to drop it
>Her backs turned to me and shes stretching out her wings
>"Just say my name and think of me and Ill be able to talk with ya, I wanna see you around one of these days."
>Bitch I might kill you
>"Yeah that sounds great, I'll think about it."
>"DO IT" She growls, and then tries to pass it off
>A very tense silence erupts between then, everything pauses
>"Well Im off I got people to eat and a lair to make, Give me a ring when you can."
>She stretches out her wings, flaps three times and takes off into the air
>"What am I supposed to think about this..."
>....
>I gotta clean up the dog crap off my van floormat
>At least Momji had the courtesy to poop on that instead of the carpet
>A good doggo even when he is a piece of crap
>Im not giving him any beef jerky tonight.

>Im never feeding momji beef jerky again
>That was the foulest dog turd I have ever smelled
>Terrible, terrible, terrible foul poops from this dog
>Its looking at me with those expecting yet defiant eyes
>I've scrapped the turd off with some clothes that Sylva left behind
>She tore up that place for clothes that could fit
>All the size options and pants in the world 
>Only the largest could fit her monsterous bottom
>I've only fapped to such massive rears
>But when I was confronted with them in real life It lost its luster
>Well...
>Idk about that
>why am I thinking about Slyvas ass while wiping dog poop off of my floor mats
>.....
>How can I think at all at this point? I've been off of my meds for days now
>Shits about to get REAL fucked
>Lost my job last time that happened.
>Took all my willpower not to strangle that dumb bitch in front of the counter
>I told her the manager wasn't in and that bitch coped an attitude
>Should've knocked her lights out
>But Im glad I didn't, each of those opportunities was a time to gain strength enough to control my strength
>Triumph of the will or some shit
>I let Momji out of the van and he-she is peeing on the torn to shreds extra large rothco shirts
>Momji knows where to do his business
>It looks at me knowing that he knows I know it knows where to do his business
>The dog is reassureing me that this wont happen as long as his needs are met.
>It knows what it did and knows it couldn't do its business where it should have
>So it has foisted the blame entirely on me
>What a intelligent little pooch
>"If only you could talk Momji, Im sure you would call me a nigger"
>I rub its head and it sticks its tongue out trying to lick my hand
>What a cute dog
>Alright 
>time to get a move on
>I've reinstalled the floormats and we've set off after loading all the magazines and belts for the looted guns
>Time to find a place to shelter in for the night
>I see an alley that looks good enough
>Still, not a soul in sight

>Thats the thing that terrifies me more than anything I've seen so far
>Skinwalker and Devil lady didn't do this
>What did?
>Something with more power than both of them
>Cleared the streets
>Without a trace
>Not their clothes
>like they never existed
>I enjoy the silence but fear it
>Its unfamiliar, Its not meant to be.
>I've left myself to my thoughts as I work on getting things ready for tonight, I open the sliding door facing the wall.
>Its not enough for me or anything but Momji to get out of and go do his business.
>I've taken off my balaclava, sweat clinging to my face
>I look into the little camp mirror to shave
>My long straight dirty blonde hair thick with sweat
>My green eyes seem to glow 
>Odd
>They dont usually do that
>I take out the safety razor
>Im quite good at shaving now
>I've finished my task
>A nice, clean shave
>Gotta be presentable for the ladies
>....
>Now more than ever I guess
>Women are giving you more than the time of day now they are giving you their itenerary
>Devil bitches love a psychonigga
>Well.
>Time to go to bed
>I take off my clothes and wrap up in the mud speckled sheets
>Ill have to clean those up tomorrow
>I pull out the laptop, it was underneath the sheets
>I open it and I look at my background image
>Its..
>Its my parents and my brother
>We were so....
>So close...
>Why did we have to go so distant?
>Why did my brother die?
>So young? So young?
>Because some bitch couldnt put down her cellphone
>Im getting heated
>This is why I try and keep this laptop hidden
>I cant bear myself to change the background image
>Calm
>Calm down Calm down
>Well
>They are gone and so is the person that did it
>Gotta thank Devil lady for that one of these days
>Shes the real MVP, I guess making her into a zombie would've been better than what I could have done.
>I pull out the black stone
>Its....
>Its a tamagachi....
>Its a demonic tamagachi with devil ladys face sleeping like a chibi emote
>Its kinda cute
>I guess this says what shes doing atm?
>Well Im not going to disturb her sleep
>I gotta curl up and go to bed myself
>I've got a long day ahead and I want to be well rested for it
>I watch some Record of Lodoss war
>Shit why couldn't I have had something more like that happen to me?
>Adventuring with a sweet elf woman in ancient ruins?
>Sounds like the life to me
>Instead im on Gay earth trying to avoid nine foot tall demon women, skinwalkers and whatever caused the people to disappear
>I pop four melatonins and take a swig of vodka 
>Ok
>Nap time
>I dream as I usually do, in a torrential rain
>Raining and raining down upon me
>Relaxing, soothing
>My only calm
>The neverending dream of rain.

>Waking up I take a few moments to sprawl out as much as I can, taking in the deep mist air of the morning
>Its still dark out, the fog hangs low to the ground
>The moist air clings to the skin of my face
>Grumbling I rise from my groggy state and reach underneath
>Ah....
>A Orange dreamsicle energy drink
>Just what I need to start my day
>"Where are you Momji...."
>My eyes widen
>"Where is Momji"
>She/he isn't in the van
>I gotta get out of bed and look for that dog
>I went to bed in my sweat drenched tigerstripe BDUs
>Awh gross.
>Im going to have to find some place to do laundry
>For my clothes and my bedsheets
>They are absolutely filthy
>Didn't even clean off my bike too
>Things were just moving so fast I forgot to clean my stuff off
>What a rotten start to my morning
>I check my wristwatch
>4:03 AM
>Exhilirating
>Im going to have to look for a little white dog before dawn while watching out for a skinwalker that wants my beer and a devil lady who wants my sperm
>Just...
>I slap my face repeatedly
>Lets do it for Momji
>I get up, put on my socks and lace up my jungle boots
>Grabbing the Mac10 I left beside my bed I run my fingers along the grip
>Man....This thing is trash but I love it.
>With its mammoth sized silencer and wack wooden uzi stock its just great
>I grab the magazines for it
>I dont have a good solution to carry the mags that I have so I just stick them in a backpack for now
>Should've got a chest rig that could've fit them while I was at the Military surplus store
>...Might carry along the Dissipator anyway
>Yeah thats what Ill do
>something moves in front of the van and it catches my attention immediately
>A green flash across the front window
>Couldn'tve been more than three foot tall
>I keep looking and there are more green things running around
>.....Goblins?
>They're carrying something with them
>The white head of a dog
>......Momji......
>They got Momji.....

>My blood begins to boil
>Those little gobbo niggers took my cute little dog
>I didn't have it for more than a day and a pack of green midget niggers took my dog
>Im seeing red
>I rush out of the van through the driver seat, pulling back the charging handle as I exit and walk towards them
>They are flailing about chanting in their green nigger tongue
>Laughing it up at the parts of Momji they butchered to put in their nigger stew
>These niggers are going to fuckin get it
>"YOU GREEN NIGGER FUCKS FUCKED UP!"
>I aim down the sights and shoot out the knee caps of the one carrying Momjis blood drenched head
>Both of its squat lower legs are deleted, flying off of it
>The other two cry out for reinforcements
>I shoot both of them in the chest, they dont move after that
>The one is trying to crawl into the sewer crate
>Trying to escape...?
>I bolt over it, shoot back my left leg and punt kick that green shit into the concrete wall
>Splat
>Green reveals red
>Like a bug on a semis grill
>I turn over to the other two dead ones and I just start stomping their corpses
>First the faces then the chests and then their hands and legs
>I dont stop until their mush
>Even then I dont stop
>Thwack
>Thwack 
>Thwack
>Thwack thwack thwack
>Eventually I grow tired
>I start to look at Momjis head
>Yeah
>Yeah thats Momji
>That cute little dog that I wanted to call my own
>My own dumbass fault I guess
>Shouldn't have let her out of the van
>Should've gone to a place outside of the city
>Could've should've would've
>It doesn't change that this happened
>Not even sure why I am so broken up about it
>That cute little dog didn't deserve it
>I hear more of them approaching
>Seven of them are running towards me in the same direction
>Easy pickings, they wont make it anywhere near me in time
>I aim down my sights and shoot them down
>One....CRACK!
>Two....CRACK!
>Three.....CRACK!
>Four...CRACK!
>Five....CRACK!
>Six.....CRACK!
>Seven....CRACK!
>All gone.

>I breath heavily
>Just looking at that poor little dogs head
>Bloody tongue hanging out
>"Awh man....My little dog Momji..."
>I should've given it beef jerky just one last time....
>Well...
>.......
>We can't do this right now
>I've attracted alot of attention, I gotta get out of here
>I run towards the van, grab my keys from my pocket and get in.
>It takes awhile to get her started but eventually I do
>And I begin to drive
>No real particular destination in mind right now
>North? South?
>Im sure im heading south.
>I get a burning sensation in my left rear pocket
>Sylva is calling me
>Not fifteen minutes after Momji died I get a call from this...Difficult...person???
>Do I call her a person...?
>I'll ignore it
>I gotta figure out where to go take a break, gotta take my mind off of this.
>Can't go to the lake, its too early for that
>Can't go to the publix that place is torched
>Good Lord knows I shouldn't go to the university
>....
>I might take a trip to the library actually
>I should pick up some reading material
>Some survival manuals or something
>Something like that, I always liked reading
>Hm..
>Idk I think I should just get laundry duty out of the way
>Does the city water even work?
>.....Yeah
>Yeah I need to take a trip to the lake
>I should get used to living like a old days nomad
>Doing laundry in the natural bodies of the water
>Making bread over a campfire, playing his guitar into the veiled mist of the bayou
>"Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda..."
>I sing, not even sure of how that song goes
>Yeah I guess I'll go waltzing matilda
>So thats where I head off too
>I ignore the demon womans calls
>She'll just have to deal with it
>Call during normal people hours
>....
>I guess that doesn't apply to me anyway
>Oh well, sorry Sylva you are just gonna have to wait.
>I drive off to the beach lake, listening to sabaton as I do
>"Osowiec then and again.."
>"Attack of the dead, hundred men.."
>"Facing the lead once again..."
>"Hundred men..."

>I stop singing along, I was pounding the steering wheel of my van while doing it 
>Very...Very autistic
>Oh well, its not like theres anyone around to see so who cares?
>I roll into the camping site along the lake
>Nobodies around
>No wait..
>Off in the distance is a beat to death winnebago
>Its moldy, the paints stripped and its wood panelling is entirely bleached white
>Nobody sane would live in that
>Im not sure I would even live in that
>Might be nice on the inside though
>My attention is directed to the lake
>The morning light has started to shine on it
>just a glimmer
>A sliver of light causes it to slowly shine
>What a beautiful sight
>The midnight critters chirping, a chorous of natural beauty
>God created this land for us Floridians
>What a beautiful swamp for us
>However
>I hear something in the lodge
>...Is that.
>Caramelldansen....?
>My eyes squint
>Im not having it
>Weebs ruined my wonderful morning with their unsolicited music playing.
>Weebs...?
>Here....?
>Alive...?
>The entire city is dead
>Why play caramelldansen at 7am in the morning?
>Their life license is about to be revoked if it gets louder
>It gets louder
>Ok here we go
>I sling my rifle onto my back and draw out the FN 57
>Sometimes you gotta execute a weeb with a pistol
>I make my way to the door, carefully making sure they haven't spot me 
>I look in the room
>They are fat and pudgey neckbeards
>They are just laughing and yupping it all up
>End of the world, nobodies around and whaddya gotta do?
>Clearly, the answer they came up with is to have a extremely homosexual weeb meetup in a picteresque camping site
>Looks like they are having fun though, Might just leave them alone and..
>That girl has a penis..
>Theres a visible bulge through that sailor moon costume
>Thats not a girl.
>...
>Ok well now I have to kill all of you now
>I kick the wooden door off of its hinges, Looking them dead in their shocked little eyes
>"GOD!"
>"HATES!"
>"FAAAAAAAAAAGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

>I just shoot at them
>I dont even aim I just fire in their general direction
>The fat one drops down, screeching for his momma
>The tranny in the sailor costume drops next, wailing and wailing on the ground rolling
>Cant shoot the pistol anymore
>I unsling the rifle after hearing their dying sobs and continue to fire into them
>Then the scrawny carl the cuck drops, he was crying out in shock of the events happening around them
>Then the crying and wailing stops..
>A long pause follows after I have done what I've done
>The blood splattered CRT tv just continues to play caramelldansen
>I just stare into its blood splashed screen
>I chuckle abit nervously
>I shoot it last
>Sparks fly out and now I can enjoy the silence
>Could I just have asked them to turn it down?
>...I could've I guess.
>...
>Shoot I shouldnt have done that
>Yeah it was a funny meme thing
>But three people are dead in a pile of their blood because of me
>What the fuck is wrong with me
>I notice the mini fridge thats near them 
>Yes
>They better have Dr.Pepper in that fridge
>It takes me awhile to get over to where the fridge is
>It was at least thirty feet away, the lodges huge central room is thirty feet by seventy feet
>It was large enough for weddings and other social gatherings
>The university used to rent it out for stuff like that
>Well now its the grave for three very autistic people
>And I guess my central base for now
>I open the fridge
>Mt.Dew
>They drank the last of the Dr.Pepper
>Well
>Im not picky
>I grab a can and open it
>I lift it up and chug the entire thing
>Throw the can in their general direction
>Lands nearby them
>"Sorry about that..."
>I really shouldn't have done that...
>Well...
>Cant get too beaten up about it
>Its a rough world and if you mess with a mans morning rise you're liable to...
>Die?
>Why am I rationalizing this
>Didn't even know them but decided to shoot them down
>Well
>Now I get to do my laundry
>The suns shining out, bright as can be
>I check my watch
>8 am

>Better get started with my chores
>It takes two trips, moving my clothes and bedding to thelake
>I submerge it in water and prepare a dunking station full of laundry detergent I comped from the lodge
>I hope this doesn't stain or shrink my BDUs
>It does, just a tad but not too much
>I see something glisten along the middle of the lake
>Like a bright white angelic figure along the surface of the lake
>I look to my left and right, grumble abit and then mutter under my breath
>"Angels and devils are around these days it seems"
>I shout out at it, hopefully it'll get the message
>"Im sorry for what I've done!"
>I see it turn towards me slowly and disappears
>Might've just been a mirage
>I splay out my laundry onto the sun chairs
>It'll be awhile till they are dry
>Just sitting out in my undies for awhile
>I take a snooze, I've been fighting and driving for four hours now I deserve some sleep
>It takes me back to that never ending dream of rain
>Its abit brighter than normal though
>I hope thats a good sign
>I wake up, the barrel of a gun in my face
>A squat old man with a baseball caps grinning at me
>"Heya partner dont move or nothin now but are ya human?"
>I squint my eyes in discontent
>Maybe he is blind
>"Yeah Im human alright"
>"Were ye the one that took out those damn commie cuckos out in that lodge there?"
>Theres abit of a pause
>Might as welll answer truthfully
>"Yes in a matter of a fact that was me, thats my handiwork."
>The oldtimers breathes a sigh of relief
>"Those little shits have been playin that music all night for weeks now, no matter how much yellin I did they'd just turn it up louder and louder."
>Hes clearly not happy that it ended up this way
>"Doesn't give me a right to do what I did pops."
>he looks around at the ground, hunched over clearly thinking about that
>"No I suppose it doesn't."
>He moves the barrel out of my face, still lost in thought.
>"Dont suppose you are a coffee drinker? I got a brew goin your welcome to join me for breakfast."

>Turns out the winnebago is his
>In contrast to the exterior, the interior was very well kept
>Old timey fashion, the sort of stuff you see if you visit your old folks
>Hes got a desk with all sorts of papers and....
>Pinned bugs?
>This guy is a entomologist, hes got a ton of pinned Florida bugs on the walls along the desk
>One of my neighbors as a kid was one of them
>Quirky guy
>I sniff the air and I smell it
>That beautiful scent of Cuban coffee
>The oldmans still hunched over, hes got a bad back in his old age
>Licks his lips everynow and then 
>Shoot....
>"Hey sir, where do you mind if I sit?"
>Gotta be all proper like, I tend to mind my manners around the elderly
>He licks his lips once again, looking around
>"Right there on that sofa will be fine enough youngen."
>I walk over and take a seat, resting the rifle along the back of the passengers seat.
>"So...You've got alot of bugs pinned up, I reckon thats all the bugs that you've caught in your years."
>He faintly smiles and chuckles briefly
>"Not even close feller, I used to have quite the collection"
>I see his eyes sulk back from their moment of glee
>He goes back to making sandwiches
>Roast beef and swiss on white bread
>"I forget to ask if ye wanted a sandwich, I dont suppose you'd say no?"
>"I would love one, thank you sir."
>He begins to poor the coffee into two mugs and sets them on platters
>First he carries over mine and I take it from him after quite the wait
>He goes to grab his platter
>And then I hear him say something that shook me to the core
>"I know what took those people out in the streets youngin, thats what I want to talk with you about."
>Shivers go down my spine
>What?
>...
>"Are you for certain?"
>His entire look changes, the loose skin on his face tightens and his face goes rigid
>"Without a doubt."
>Hes taken a seat opposite to me, on a leather recliner
>"But first lets say grace."
>After awhile of clasping my hands and trying to play along He takes the first bite and I follow shortly

>I take a sip of the coffee
>Its..
>Incredible
>And incredible brew of cuban coffee
>So rich
>I take a bite of the sandwich, its bland in contrast but Im not complaining
>Might want to ask about that bombshell he dropped on me
>He knows what took the people out in the streets
>"Old timer...You were saying something about knowing what took the people off of the streets a moment ago"
>I caught him in the middle of taking a sip of coffee
>His eyes light up and he quickly puts the mug down
>"Righto...."
>He moves the platter off of his lap and gets up with as much haste as he can
>He moves over to his desk with the pinned bugs and motions me to come over and take a look
>"Somethings happened to the love bugs here, they've changed into something different.."
>I look over and he has a set of magnifying glasses set over a normal one and another pinned lovebug
>he takes out a metal pointer and starts to point to the mandibles and starts spouting out science crap I have a hard time following 
>"I didn't catch any of that sir, whats goin on with the love bugs?"
>"They've evolved overnight youngin."
>He tries to snap his fingers but fails in doing so
>"I picked this sample up after a massive swarm of them took a couple that started to get frisky on the beach"
>Theres a certain shock in his eyes
>"Took their flesh right off of their body, they were gorging themselves until their thoraxes burst but there were so many of em they just ripped the flesh right off of them."
>Theres a certain stillness in his eyes as he pauses to recount the details.
>"Took almost half an hour, I've never seen anything like that, that ain't natural, the Alaskan mosquitoes do that too moose sometimes but they'll take hours to ensanguinate their host"
>He looks around the desk.
>"We'll need to put a stop to them before they can become entrenched, they'll have a new wave out in four days, they breed fast and only the cold or molds kill'em."
>He opens a drawer and pulls out a vial
>"Beauveria bassiana"

>"Beavera bassinna?" I ask
>He shakes his head
>"This parasitic fungus will knock them dead, this is what cuts back their numbers and prevents them from swamping the state entirely in a black cloud."
>He trails off, pondering in thought
>"If we can crop dust the entire area with bassinna we'll have cut down these upstart killerbugs enough for the time being. We'll have to do this for several months until the native bug populations totally destroyed just to be sure."
>I give this some more thought
>Those things cleared out the entire town!
>What did all the people that I've seen have in common?
>They were inside or not people at all
>Skinwalker bro might be in trouble.
>I'll have to tell Sylva
>"From what I know about mushrooms you'll need to propagate them somehow, you are talking about spraying the area with hundreds of pounds of spores for months."
>He waves his hands...
>"Might've been abit hyperbolic, two or three passes should be fine enough."
>He goes back to his seat on the lazyboy and slumps back down...taking a moment to take a sip of his coffee and starts talking again.
>"You'd have to be the one to do it youngin, I reckon the world out theres changed for the worse."
>"What would I have to do Oldtimer?"
>"Get to the Mycologists section in the university, use all the agar that they have and grow a culture of bassinna, scrape off the mycelium until you have enough to spray every part of this city."
>I give this some thought
>Sounds like it'll take too much time
>"Alright Oldtimer, whats in it for me...."
>He gives me a look
>"Hm......"
>Hes losing himself in thought again and then..
>theres a spark in his eyes
>"Theres a hoard of collections at the university, I know where they are and I know they've got some valuable stuff hidden away."
>My right eyebrow raises
>"Like....?"
>"Native Gold, Mayan injun gold that shouldn't be here and a map of the places we've yet to dig in."
>"One of my archaeologists friends was talking about it awhile back."

>For some reason, this is enough to motivate me
>Im not so much interested in going on a indiana jones adventure for that type of stuff but Gold is good enough of a reason for me
>And maybe theres some other cool shit in the universities collection
>"Sounds good enough for me old timer."
>I warf down my sandwich and chug the coffee.
>Better waste no time if theres a new wave every four days
>"Here...Catch."
>He throws a spray bottle at me
>I dont catch it and it lands on my finished plate
>"What the shit old man?"
>"Its DEET, ol' fashioned bug juice, good ol' max strength stuff. That stuff will ward them off..."
>Should've just handed it to me like a normal person old man.
>"Alright well I best be on my way, I got a swarm of super locusts to kill."
>This triggers the autism of the old bug nerd
>"They aren't locusts, they're march flies, totally different thing"
>Hes getting really annoying really fast.
>Alright
>Well 
>Think of the treasure
>And think of more stellar cuban coffee
>"Well alright, I best be off I got Super lovebugs to kill."
>"Thats the spirit youngin! Do it for America!"
>He raises his fist in support
>I sling my rifle, pick up my dishes and put them in his sink
>And go out of that mobile home into this new world with a mission
>Wait
>hold on
>Its like one of those stupid RPG games
>I started a quest
>Quest: Attack of the Hatebugs started
>Yes...YES YES YES YES
>I got it all figured out in the back of my head
>Yes....This is gonna be alright with me
>I like this, I got a drive a focus a mission
>Yeah.
>IMMA ADVENTURER! IM THE MC IN THIS ANIME!
>My thoughts are racing and I feel ecstatic with this revelation
>Shit...Its one of those timed quests
>Gotta complete it as soon as possible to get the good reward
>Hm....Might be time to call the demon woman.
>Shes a tech nerd, she'll be great to have for help
>...
>Shes more and more not my type
>Wait....
>What type? Why do I say that shes not my type?
>Just accept that a nine foot tall demon woman loves you

>I stand there on the gravel campground parking lot, thinking about that
>I hear the old man humming along in his hermits camper
>Doing the dishes, giddy as can be
>Must think in that hoarse voice of his "Golly jee, I've found a friend in that youngin!"
>I chuckle alittle
>Yeah
>Yeah I like that old man hes my friend, Hes not wrong to think that
>I dunno about that
>Past aphrensions come flooding back
>I keep thinking, I've never had such a friend
>Its unfamiliar to me, closest thing was my brother
>Cant think about him, Ill do my best not
>Ill break down and cry, like I always do
>Time, time to go do something else
>Set my mind at peace and give it some rest
>I know.
>Ill check up on my laundry
>Im wearing my spare clothes
>Sun bleached denim jeans, ragged along the boot cut trim and splatter with oil stains and paint
>My matching hoodie
>Its my construction job clothes
>One of the three pairs of clothing I own
>Three?
>Yeah...
>I just own three pairs of clothes
>I better go check on my more useful pair of clothes
>The vietnam tiger stripe cammies and my bed shee...
>No....
>No I own four pairs of clothes
>I nicked off those ABU tigerstripe cammies from that surplus store
>If I wanted to now I can own as many pairs of clothes as I can stuff in the van
>.....
>I could be as rich as I want to too, I could loot a bank right now and pilfer the cash
>as much good as that'll do me its nice to think about at least
>Well I've kept myself thinking my thoughts all this time
>I've long since treaded that smooth forest grass, padded by pine needles
>I walk along the smooth lake sand bank, I prod the clothes to see if they are done
>Good enough I reckon
>Only slightly damp to the touch
>The bedsheets and cammies are clean enough
>No stench, no stains on the cammies
>The sheets have been slightly stained by the tannin rich lake
>Rivers and lakes of sweet tea
>In a land of Fantasy and wonder
>Gone, the Florida of Poverty and strife
>Hello, the New brave Florida of Sweet tea lakes

>Of course
>The lake is not made of sweet tea, only the appereance of it is that of sweet tea
>.....Such as it is with this new world
>The lake stays the same
>The world hasn't changed, its just been added to
>I've been thinking about that as I pack my van and put on the sheets of my bed
>Lookin around the van I see some white hairs of my short lived pet
>That cute little dog....
>What could have been
>Im going to have to let it go man
>Can't keep adding onto stuff to link to you brother
>I gotta realize that its not all about him
>Still
>Still I will think its all about him
>Why cant I let it go?
>Its been years now since hes gone
>Maybe Sylva will know what to do
>Maybe the Ipod will give me a sign, that it'll all be better soon
>Maybe that angel I saw on the lake, shining and shimmering will take it all away
>Maybe I can do it
>Finally live my own life
>Is that selfish?
>I'm all ready now, Im sitting in the front seat with the keys on the ignition.
>Long since dressed up in my new tigerstripe BDUs, my Mac10 rested inbetween the seat and the door
>I've just been sitting here, looking out the front windowscreen
>Lookin at nothin but my own thoughts,
>I pilfer through my left pocket and touch the Tamogachi
>Maybe a woman can help me heal
>A nine foot tall demon womans gotta have a couple of solutions for this problem
>You know I just say that she is a woman
>Real devils ain't like her, they dont got anything good about them
>....
>Im starting to warm up to her as time goes on and I think about her
>Well I'll give her a ring
>I look at the screen
>Her little eight bit render is dressed in a maid outfit dusting furniture
>I Squint my eyes and lurch my face closert to the screen of the darn thing  trying to figure this out
>Does this mean shes decorating her lair?
>Does this mean shes cleaning up her house?
>Could mean all sorts of stuff
>Might not want to disturb her if she is doing chores.
>Idk I've never been a courteous fellow
>Except around the elderly
>Gotta be

>I clutch it and start pressing the only button on the thing rapidly
>The Eight bit figure looks shocked and actually jumps and then I hear Sylva speak through the lavastone tamagachi
>"Oh heeey Psychoman, hows it goin? Finally decided to give me a ring..?"
>"Its only been like fourteen hours if that Sylva..."
>She gasps "You remembered my name tooo?" Im not sure if this is teasing or happiness
>Could be both, I dont really know her
>But I'll give it the benefit of the doubt
>I could use somebody to talk too
>"Yes Im not too good with remembering peoples names, count yourself lucky I guess."
>She snickers and laughs cackling
>"Well Im most certainly honored Psychoman!" She puts emphasis on the a in man, as if to emphasize that I am human.
>Is that mocking or flattering?
>"Well hey, I'd like to come over sometime. I figured I'd like to see what type of interior decoarting you devils do in Hell."
>...
>"....I've read up on your mythologies Psycho, If you think I am one of those things you call Devils you're mistaken."
>Is she hurt because of what I said?
>"I was under the assumption you were, thats why I lit you up in walgreens."
>She goes back to her playful tone of speech
>"Yeah you shot pretty good back there."
>Nervous
>Shes nervous but she wants to see me anyway
>Why, she knows what type of person I am.
>She knows that but wants to see me anyway, risking her life to see me?
>I gotta be on my best behaviour, Sylva the devil lady is quite devout for....
>She said she isn't one of those biblical devils, I'll have to figure that one out
>Not good to believe things that look like Devils at their word
>.....
>Can I say that I am better then one of them?
>Compared to her, she killed people in a shopping center for what must've been some necessary reason
>To set herself up I guess In an unfamiliar world
>Where as I?
>I gun down what I want on my own whims
>For fun, sport and cheap laughs
>And I probably will continue doing so
>Whos the devil here?
>"Hey Psychooooo?"

>"Whaaa yeah what?"
>I catch myself in the middle of zoning out, gotta stop doing that
>"Were you zoing out...?" She asks with confusion in her voice
>"Yeah I do that sometimes."
>She sighs, disgruntled and apparently peeved at hearing that
>"You are talking with an eight foot eleven smoking hot winged girl and your minds on something besides her?"
>"Yeah I was thinking about anime, trying to think about something like you."
>Not sure why I lied there, shouldnt've done that
>"Whats anime, is that a human thing that I should know about..."
>I pause again, I feel my eyes bulge slightly out of their sockets
>She doesn't know what anime is?
>Yeah I guess I gotta go on a date with a giant demon woman and show her the wonders of anime
>Perfect, master plan with no room for error.
>I think I got just the anime in mind too
>"Yeah tell me where to go Im heading over right now."
>Her voice cracks "R....Right NOW?"
>I answer back yes with gusto and vigor, turning the keys to my van
>The engine roars to life as I shift it into gear, before rolling off the road I take a look at the screen
>I see a frantically moving Maid sylva rapidly dusting counter tops and a fire side mantle
>This tall red skinned woman loves you, you psycho man you.
>A wide grin covers my face
>things are pretty cool in this new world
>I drive out of the lake campground, Sylva frantically shouting a description of the area around her...
>It takes awhile but I make out the directions of where to go and how
>Shes set up shop at the closest thing to a castle nowadays
>Shes carved herself up a lair in the school for the blind, that place is built like a fortress
>Long narrow winding road in, surrounded by chain link fences and a moat
>It must've been made for the blind children of wealthy people
>Place is a brick walled fortress
>"Alright give it two or three hours thats a ways off" I say, thirty minutes into my pilgrimage to the comfort of a red skinned vixen
>"PERFECT!" she yells through the tamagachi.

>Im rolling out of the city and onto the empty freeway
>The desolace
>The terrible terrible empty desolace
>Naught a soul around
>Naught a sign of life
>oh wait
>A coyote just crossed the highway
>I've parked along the highway exit
>looking left
>looking right
>What is this world that we live in now
>I dont see a thing, where is everyone?
>Maybe things are better down south
>Maybe there are people around south
>I see the culprits looming off into the distance yonder
>Hatebugs flashing bright red like laser boresights
>They are feasting on the carcass of a deer
>Stripping it to the bone
>The yotes tail is tucked between its legs
>Does it know its about to die?
>Thinking about the yote leads me to think about the skinwalker
>How is he or she doing?
>Whats that tall lanky furfag up to?
>Did he get taken by the swarms of them?
>He seemed well mannered enough
>Despite giving me chase he did calm down after I gave 'em a beer
>And that was right after skinbro getting torched by Sylva
>I hope that friendly skinnies doing alright
>I wonder how hes doing?
>I should really get back into the van
>I remember what that old hermit said
>Those things are no better than lovebugs as long as you are in the car
>I should get in the Van
>Nah
>Not quite yet, I remember that I have a pack of camels in my pocket
>Turkish Silver, Smooth as can be
>I pull one out and place it inbetween my lips through the balaclava
>I light with my zippo and take a long drag of it 
>Looking at the Hatebugs make minced meat of the deer
>Seems they've spotted the yote
>The yotes yapping, apparently they've caught up to him
>Hes bleeding alittle but runs like the wind into the rough bush along the side of the road
>I see his ears pop out along the empty farm land scurrying along
>Theres dead cows out in those fields
>large blood splotches in a otherwise green field
>The mutant lovebugs made short work of them
>I should follow through with that quest the oldman gave me
>Those things are apocalyptic

>I squint my eyes and look off into the distance
>Just as I thought there are cars backed up along the road
>All lanes backed up with cars
>The trip would've taken an hour and thirty minutes at max
>But Ill be travelling on the median
>And who knows what else I might have to deal with while out there on the road
>The Hatebugs are the chief of my worries
>But thats just one thing, thats staying local for now
>Who knows whats out there
>First Im going to have to get through this living minefield
>They shouldn't be too bad as long as they stay on the outside
>What I am worried about is something coming along and compromising the windshield
>Or getting a flat
>Or busting an axle
>Im going to have to go about this calmly
>This is gonna suck cock
>I make my way to the van enter it and slam the door
>I start her up and pull out the Ipod
>Hm....
>Lets see what the orcale has to say about this situation
>I turn it on and it has one album open
>"Slow and steady"
>Well, I didn't need your help anyway I knew thats what would be best.
>It plays that terrible, terrible boomer song that I have come to dread
>Slow ride by Foghat
>how revolting
>I shift into drive and I take it at an easy pace of 40mph
>Fine
>Fucking fine
>I wanted to blitz on over and get this stretch of road done with
>I am still tempted to ignore myself and the ipod and just bolt through
>At least until the backed up traffic along the highway
>I hit a swarm of Hatebugs with the front of my Van
>It coats my windshield with specks of blood and their black carcasses
>I turn on the windshield and just continue on driving
>The music keeps playing
>I thump the steering wheel, trying to bear through it
>Eventually I just chuck the ipod into the passenger seat floor
>Fuck that boomer shit, I pull out my phone and put on some stalker tunes I ripped from youtube
>(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Atm0GwWs6lw&t=63s&ab_channel=kingofratkings)
>And then, I see it 
>Skinwalker bro, bloody and tired looking
>Shit he is hurt bad

>Hes aways off and looking off into the distance
>I honk my horn to get his attention
>He lurches his head toward the sound of the noise
>And collapses onto the pavement
>Tries to get his footing
>And fails
>Im almost their skinwalker bro I am two minutes away
>I pull over right by him and park my van
>Getting out of the car the smell hits me almost immediately
>....
>I just did my laundry too
>Fuck it, this guy was friendly enough
>Maybe we can be friends after this...?
>Having a skinwalker friend couldn't hurt
>Or he could eat me
>...
>Nah
>"Not doing so hot huh....?" I question him, rushing over to open the back hatch and gesturing him to get in
>Hes looking at me and chuckling
>"Tttthaaaaaanks!!!" He says in that drawn out cackling tongue
>"Im sure you would've done the same." I roll my eyes as I blurt that out
>I look around left and right
>No bugs insight
>No telling how long that'll last
>They already got to him once
>And he reeks of blood and unwashed skinnie odor
>An absolutely terrible stench, like a thousand skunk anal glands thrown into a blender
>"You are going to have to take a shower when we get to where we're heading."
>He can't lift himself up, So I do my best to drag him by his right arm to the back of the van
>From there he tries to climb in and I push him further and further into the van
>His blood is going to stain my new ABU cammies
>And more than likely it'll stain everything in the van
>I finish stuffing in his left leg and struggle to close the back van doors on him
>Bloods everywhere
>He might die anyway
>Why am I doing this?
>I guess I dont have a reason
>Fuck it I gotta get back into the van
>I rush over getting into the van and slam the door behind me and drive onward to our destination
>"Hey bro what music do you like to listen to?"
>Does he even know what music is...?
>He is huffing and puffing
>And stinking up the van
>I turn on the AC
>And before I start off I look through my phone to play something
>Forces, Susumu Hirasawa
>Perfect

>As I set off and near the backed up vehicles I look over my shoulder
>He clearly enjoys the music
>His yellow eyes look at ease
>"Hey you like beer dont you? Underneath the bed some more of that beer I chucked your way just the other day"
>His eyes light up, and he moves his hand over, rooting through my stuff with it before finally finding the beer can
>He pulls the tab and starts fountaining the entire thing into his mouth.
>What have I done....
>I'll have a drunk, dying skinwalker thats going to stain my entire van red with his blood
>Im pretty sure my other clothes were right next to the beer as well
>I hope Sylva has a laundromat in her fortress
>Speaking of which.....
>I should give her a call
>I pull out the tamagachi and press the button
>Awh shoot I should've checked the screen first
>She's sleeping...
>At 11am...?
>Pathetic
>Shes not answering
>I try it again
>Fuck I need something to take my mind off of the stink ass skinwalker right next to me
>"HEY SYLVA ANSWER YOUR FUCKIN PHONE*" I yell
>The 8bit rendition of her launches out of her 
>I think it hits the cieling?
>She has a endearing look on her face though
>Not at all angry, more surprised
>I guess she doesn't expect me to be too chatty
>"He...Hey Psycho hows it going? You caught me sleeping, whats up?"
>I look through my rearview mirror and see the chest of the skinwalker moving up and down as it exhales and inhales
>"Im bringing over a friend who uh.....Is quite....Furry?"
>Sylva pauses for a moment
>"It better not be who I think it is."
>....
>Maybe?
>"Yeah I saw this huge wolfman thing bleeding on the highway and I decided to help him out"
>Sylva is clearly not happy about this 
>She is fuming
>Grinding her teeth if I am hearing things right
>"...Would it be too much to ask to drop him off on the side of the road poodle woodle bear?"
>Bitch I dont even know you, Dont poodle woodle bear me
>"Look he just needs some beefjerky and to rest up for awhile you dont even need to see him"
>Sylva sighs

>"Fiiine"
>I think I hear her say "The things I do for love" under her muted breath but im not too sure about that
>"Thank uuuuuuu"
>A pause lasts for a couple of minutes
>I move over to the side of the road and slow down to 30mph
>The backed up cars are just sitting their
>Their engines are still going, but theres no people inside
>Nor any bloody splotches where people would be
>Just....
>Just a bunch of cars idling together with no master
>Weird
>I drive past the first cluster slowly
>Still on the median
>"Hey I know I said that it'll be about two to three hours but it might be abit longer as theres abit of traffic."
>The Devil woman behind the tamagachi sighs again
>"...How much longer do you think it'll take..?"
>I give this some thought, I run over a large mule deer that was on the side of the road
>Babump
>The skinwalker jolts up and down
>He wails in pain for a few seconds
>"What was that?" Sylva asks
>"That was the skinwalker..."
>"Oh..."
>Another pause of silence, Forces is still playing in the background
>"uh......So how long is it going to be Psycho?"
>"Give it an extra thirty minutes, I'll see if I can't speed things up."
>"Okey dokey! Hey...uh...What human food do you like?"
>Human food? As opposed to...?
>"Hm....I could use a burger or five I haven't eaten a solid meal in a couple of days"
>Well thats a lie, I ate a meal with the old timer
>But I really need to eat more, Im starving
>The beefjerky isn't going to last
>The skinwalker found it and hes just tearing off the packages and dumping the contents into his mouth
>Hes almost drunk all the beer too
>What a animal
>I should've left his ass on the road
>I hear Sylva squee in the background
>"Oh thats one of the few human foods I think I can make!"
>I hope she hasn't been killing and eating anymore peoples brains
>....
>What a woman
>I am really starting to warm up to her
>"Well you have plenty of time to figure it out, I'll be there when I be there."
>"Alrighty roooo! Talk to you then psychooooman!"

>Sylva said that with the utmost glee in her voice before she hanged up
>I think this might be just another case of a foreigner coming over to a new land and hooking up with the first man she sees
>I dont see how she could form such a desire for me in this short of time
>I'll have to think about this alittle more some other time.
>I look over to the left, into the interiors of the cars backed up bumper to bumper
>Somethings not right about this
>I slow down to a halt
>And look into the interior of the car right next to me
>Theres a thin wisp inside the vehicle
>floating in the drivers seat
>I look right at it
>Is that a ghost?
>I see its eyes
>They look back at me
>They are full of fright
>And then, they just look forward again
>That must've been the driver of the vehicle
>Is it trapped in that vehicle?
>What the fuck is going on here?
>I look to the front and then to the back
>This stretches on for miles
>This happened to everyone on the road.
>Miles and miles
>I look into the interior of all of the vehicles I can
>The same..The same..The same..
>The same..The same..The same..
>Its the same all along the stretch of the highway
>cars backed up bumper to bumper as far as the eye can see
>Ghost drivers along a soulless highway
>I am the only soul alive...
>Well
>Except this idiot beast thats still managing to stink up my Van
>I let my foot off the brakes and continue driving along this lonesome stretch of road
>Not a man
>Not a man 
>Not a man along this lonesome stretch of road
>Well
>Let us go along this lonesome road to where our hearts desire lies
>Hearts desire?
>...
>FUCK
>I gotta stop going into poet mode
>I get like this whenever this type of shit happens
>This continues for awhile
>Hours of passing by disembodied spirts trapped in cars
>Not a sign of life
>The skinwalker farts once and I roll down the windows in desperation an hour back
>I might kill him
>Eventually, I reach my destination
>Good ol' St. Aug
>Oldest settlement in North America.

>St. Augustine Burns as did Hawthorne and Palatka burned
>However the inferno is multitudes greater than those two towns.
>A beautiful city torched alight, concealing smog covering
>Sometimes, the beautiful cerulean sky pierces through the smoke
>Its burning and burning 
>The Minarets of Flagler college are broken
>Theres screaming in the smoke covered air
>This is hellish
>I dont even know what the fire could be started from
>How could it be sustained?
>Where is its source?
>I see some hints of it, It took me fifteen minutes to drive closer to see the cause of it.
>The shell of an oil tanker dropped down from the heavens
>Several of them, One in the middle of Flagler College
>The other somewhere off into the distance
>Near vilano beach? Along the northern coast for sure
>Another along Vilano beach
>They've been burning for quite awhile
>The south is fairly untouched
>Anastasia Island is intact
>The school for the blind is upwind of the burning oil tanks
>I hope those kids are safe
>I hope Sylva didn't kill them
>I dont think she would, but I dont exactly know her
>Oh no
>No no
>Theres something I have to check on
>Its right next to Flagler college
>I used to go there as a kid with my brother
>I hope its still around!
>Maybe later though....
>I have to deal with the skinwalker in the back
>"Hey Skinny."
>I give him a good thump on the head
>he reacts to it snapping his jaws at me
>"Thats no way to treat someone who rescued you"
>I look around the streets as I hear gunfire erupt in the general area I was heading towards
>Pausing for awhile, driving slowly as I look around
>I wind my bloodsoaked van through the trashed cars
>I look at open windows, broken street vendor windows and alleyways
>looking for someone with a gun or some fantasy refugee with something that would ruin my day
>"Skinny we're almost there so you are going to have to wake up soon."
>He continues his annoying snoring
>Snoring, smelly, disgusting and drinks all my beer
>Why have I not shot him yet?

>"ttthaaaaannkkkzzz dooood" gutturally belched out as he slobbers more on my vans carpet
>I am going to have to go car shopping with the demon lady
>This Van is totally ruined
>Well price wont be any object but we'll have to find something that can fit herself and myself in
>...
>Am I thinking up fantasies of her and I driving a mobile home?
>Was that what I was going for
>Oh yeah the skinwalker said something
>"Yeah yeah dont mention it." I say waving it off
>If I could be honest skinny, you are a colossal pain in my ass
>Hopefully he/she makes up for it by being a good cook or helpful around Sylvas compound or something
>That might be too much to ask from a seven-eight foot wolf man
>The gunfires started back up
>I see little green men open a manhold as they dive in
>Just evaded those goblins
>Goblins....
>I really hate Goblins
>Those green bastards
>Little dog eating shits
>Little green nigger asian fucks
>They killed my Momji dog
>I'll have to take care of them as soon as Sylva and I get rid off the Hatebugs
>Im sure she'll be able to help out
>She was a magitech technician or something like that
>I swore she said something about that...
>No wait...
>She was a "armorer" or whatever
>Did I waste this trip for help that wasn't ever available?
>Do I even want to get rid of the hatebugs?
>I'll have to think about that one tonight
>I try and keep my mind focuses just on driving Mr.stankwalker to the School for the blind and deaf
>Hopefully everyone there is dead or can't smell
>The stench could kill those cripple kids
>Well thats a risk I am going to have to take
>Im pulling into the School parkinglot now.
>Its a large compound
>Why, sylva decided to setup shop here is a mystery to me.
>Maybe this is just a temporary location?
>Who knows
>I see her red faced bent forward pressed into the glass looking at me as I pull in
>How adorable
>Almost worth the several hour trip with a stinking bloody massive useless dog
>Almost....
>I open the car door and breathe fresh air

>I sling my Mac10 and start to slowly wave my hands up in the air 
>"Sylva I got a dog here just for you!"
>The cute face in the window turns to a vicious scowl
>Fangs barred and brows scrunched in anger
>Oh she is not happy.
>I shouldnt've done this she looks really mad
>I hope she isn't too mad at me
>The door slams open, the glass breaks off the door as it smashes into the window smashing it as well
>Oh jeez oh God oh no what have I done.
>I run around to the passenger seat and grab my backpack
>I check it for my computer
>Oh thank God its there
>She might torch my Van and thats the only thing I really need in there
>Oh no I have like thousands of rounds of Ammo in there...
>Oh no oh no oh no
>I see her walking towards the van with her fists clenched and wings scrunched up and termbling
>Is she wearing a dress?
>A sun dress no less?
>What would possess her to wear something like that?
>"Hey Sylva....So fair warning I just wanted to help him out he was bleeding on the road and being the nice and noble person I was I had to help him"
>I smile with the utmost bullshitting I have 
>I thought about killing him myself but I really want to keep the van
>I have all the guns in the van
>And all my gear
>And a picture of my brother.
>Thats not in my backpack
>I have to stop her from doing something like that
>She still has a snarling scowl on her face
>"That thing attacked me when I was weak..."
>As opposed to when I attacked you in the supermarket?
>What is this bitch on about...
>"Well I did shoot you, right through your heart."
>The grimace on her face fades for abit
>Is that.....Realization....?
>"Oh yeah..."
>....But she goes back to being angry anyway
>"....Only cute boys are allowed to try and kill me..."
>Well that is quite the development
>She thinks im....Cute
>.....Bitch Im handsome! What do you mean Im cute Im....
>Shes waltzed over to the back van doors
>I should've not been thinking so much
>I can only hope that she doesn't torch the va....
>Shes charging up

>Shes charging up her fire blast thing she aimed at me in the supermarket
>I gotta think of something or the picture of my brother is scorched
>And we all perish in the mass of richocheting bullets in the van
>"Dont torch the van! I brought you a gift too!"
>She stops her spell casting and looks over me with a look filled with gratitude
>"Awh what did you get me???"
>Shes doing the thing that little girls do, clutching their two fists together and holding it to their chest
>Bullshit.exe activate you infernal program!
>"I got a gun for you, I thought it would be kinda of poetic considering I shot you through the heart with mine."
>....Is that really the best I got....?
>I need to work on my BS that was....
>She fell for it
>Shes looking all cutesy eyed at me..
>Im not too sure what to make of this
>Shes really eating it up
>Its not exactly a lie but....
>Idk
>"Ooooh! I cant wait to see what it is!!!"
>Shes rubbing her face with her still clenched hands
>Very...Very cute...
>"Yeah....Its probably underneath the skinwalker so we'll have to get him out of the vehicle and...."
>Shes grabbed the skinwalker by the ankles...
>What are you planning on doin....
>Oh no shes going to yeet him isn't she?
>"Sylva...Please baby dont do that...."
>"Do what?" She says with a smug grin
>I am powerless to stop it
>Shes pulled him out
>I stand in awe as she twirls the drunk and bloodied skinwalker around
>Shes ruining her sundress, its covered in specks of skinwalker blood
>And finally she throws him off into the woods
>He lands in a tree
>I hope he is alive
>I hope in vain
>No way he is alive
>Im just staring off into the area where the skinwalker should've landed
>Hoping for some sign of life
>Sylva taps me on the shoulder
>"Soo Psychoooooo? Whats my preseeeeent?!?!?!?" she says full of expectation and happiness
>What she just did had no effect on her whatsoever
>Hm....
>Yeah she can have the UKM
>Why not?
>I crawl into the bloodied, gorey mess of my van and root around ofr it.

>The guns and the UKM were underneath the one spot that wasn't crushed or bloodied
>And that was underneath my bed
>....Im going to have to shack up with Sylva aren't I?
>I grab it and the other sack o' guns out of the van
>Looking back into the van it looks like a bleeding wound
>The cieling is dripping blood
>The entire thing is just.....Done
>My bike
>My guitar
>Crushed by that drunkass skinwalker
>Why did I tell him about the beer?
>Why did I rescure his ass?
>Speaking of which where is he.
>I look out in the area that he was yeeted
>I see him looking back at me
>The drunk turd is just smiling at me
>....With his thumbs raised up
>I flip him the bird 
>Sylva is staring into the orange smoke filled sky
>With a creepy smile on her face
>I pull out the valuables that aren't damaged
>The guns, the tigerstripe cammies, My brothers picture, My converse, My jungle boots and that purple glowing oracle ipod
>Im going to have to talk with Sylva about that
>I look back at her as I unzip the Bag of guns that holds the UKM
>Shes still staring into that smoke filled sky smiling
>....Does it remind her of home?
>I dont know where her kind lives.
>Yeah I should ask her about that
>"Does it remind you of home Sylva?" I ask
>She looks over at me with a glum face
>"Im not like those that you call Demons Psycho."
>She really does not like me asking about anything that has to deal with what she looks like.
>And it really seem it hurts her heart
>More than my bullets ever could have done
>Does she understand where I am coming from though?
>....
>I shouldn't press this issue further
>I clench my teeth and cock my head back
>Well I better not make the nine foot tall beautiful woman sad
>Shes a dear even if she is a winged demon
>"Hey Sylvaaaaaaaaa...? Wanna see your gun?"
>Her Green eyes light up and a smile erupts on her once morose face
>"oooooh I do! I do!"
>"Well here it is!"
>I uncover the UKM and hoist it towards her
>She smacks the sides of her cheeks and looks at it with glee

>Her beautiful shining eyes are gazing at it with love and care
>"OOooooooh its just my size toooooo!"
>She lifts it up to the sky triumphantly by the handguard and stock
>"YES YES YES! ITS SO COOL ITS SO COOL!"
>"Im going to have to show you how to use it sometime, right now I want to rest up."
>She stares at me with a cute pouting expression.
>Shes not stopping it
>"Look I've just seen some shit that I never thought in my life I would see and I really could use a beer and a couch to crash on."
>I shoulder the bag full of guns and the bag full of ammo, they both hit my backpack with the pistols, the dissipator and Mac10 are slung over my neck now
>Im a strong man but I can only carry this type of shit for so long
>"Sylva show me to your lair."
>Her face shoots up electrified shocked, then settles for an absolutely devilish gleam 
>"Right this way....Psychomaaaan." Theres a certain giddiness in her voice
>Oh no this might be one of those devil cultural things that I have NO clue about
>Or is this some woman only thing?
>...Or maybe its both?
>Thoughts for later, I have to concentrate on getting this shit to where im going to crash
>Im following her pounding footsteps
>And that massive ass
>This gives me all the energy I need to follow her to where she is taking me
>Hopefully I can just sleep, I would love to get up all in that
>But not right now Im too fucking tired
>.....
>....She shaved her legs
>Or burnt off the hair on her legs
>She doesn't have hooves she has normal feet now too
>...Maybe its something she can change....?
>Look I want to sleep then clean my guns
>the dissipator and Mac need to be cleaned through and through
>And I gotta wipe the blood off of all the guns including the UKM
>That stuff can be nasty to clean off and can pit the metal
>Not to mention gunk up the internals and stain the wood
>....My woods going to be stained tonight
>Blood red?
>....Gross, thats a gross thought Psychoman
>...Im calling myself psychoman now?
>Its just Psycho...

>"Psychooooo!" Sylva draws out with the utmost cheerfulness, her hands opening the door to a gymnasium as a courtesy
>Shes bowing her head to me for some reason
>Maybe its a devil thing
>I just dont know
>I nod my head to her, huffing and puffing and covered in blood
>"So this is your lair?" I ask, Looking around dropping the bags of guns and ammo along the walls near the door
>"yuuuuuuuuuuup!" Shes skipped around to be infront of me and stretches out her arms as if to display the spectacle
>"Taa daaa!!!"
>She did a real good job, She must've removed a good amount of the lights in the gymnasium
>Its much dimmer than it should be, In the center of the gymnasium are three beds made into a rectangle.
>Six queen sized mattresses, Shes made a brick wall around them to keep them from moving apart
>I guess she really likes to stretch out
>I mean, if you can live like royalty why not right?
>Shit
>Its been a REAL long time since I slept in a bed
>In a proper bed, with fluffy pillows and soft blankets
>Shes made the bed on each one of them
>Scarlet red sheets like her skin
>Lots of white blankets
>I count at least thirty massive pillows Arranged along the sides and the back side.
>It seems its a work in progress, she has some bricks left around to make it a proper bed with a backrest
>Shes also tried to make her own massive blanket, the results of which are in the corner least visible from where we entered.
>Its torn to shreds with a sewing machine busted up in the corner
>She might have an anger management problem
>She definitely has an anger management problem
>Shes very nice too me though
>She also has a massive 98 inch TV
>Some game consoles are there
>I guess she wants me to show her how those work sometime soon
>Treats me like a king
>"Hey Sylva why do like me so much?" I caught her as she slammed into the bed
>Her head pops up, her black hair concealing her face
>She blow the hair out of the way
>"Hmmm......"
>"You are like my people, but not. And you took me on."

>"So I guess that you are pretty brave..Which I really like..."
>"Oh and you have Green eyes like me and bronze hair, I gotta say very dashing for a psyschoman!"
>She shrugs
>"I dunno other than that, you seem nice enough."
>What the fuck do you mean by that
>Like your people do you mean that I am like...
>A demon?
>FUCK
>FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
>ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???
>My face is all clenched up
>I aint an evil ma....
>Yes I am
>No yeah shes right
>...
>I shot three people for the fun of it
>Sure they were fucking disgusting but that doesn't give me the right to kill em for shits and giggles
>I chuckle abit 
>NO
>Yes
>Shes right
>Shit....
>"Whats wrong Psychoman?"She asks calmly enough, shes getting out of her bed
>"NOTHING!" I snap back
>"NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING!"
>She looks visibly confused
>Sad even
>My anger fades and my regret sinks in
>Why did I do this...
>I gotta lie down and rest
>"I just gotta rest for abit Sylva.."
>"oh...."
>"Ok!"
>She snaps back to her more than cheerful self
>And she flips onto her back
>She cuddled her UKM
>Shes faking a snore
>She slowly burrows herself into the mountain of pillows
>Hm
>yeah ok well that looks like a good idea
>....I gotta shower first
>"Hey Sylva wheres the showers in this place?"
>Her arm emerges from the mass of pillows pointing to the Gyms locker rooms
>Incomphrensible muffled speech comes out of the pillows
>I get the message well enough
>I root around my backpack for a new change of clothes
>My vietnam tigerstripe bdu pants and my hoodie are still clean.
>Miraculously
>Alright yeah I better shower off
>The walk to the locker room is long
>Its a ways off, but I trudge through
>I look back
>I left behind bloody footsteps
>I feel this is ominous, foretelling whats to come
>Not too sure about that
>Im going to do my best to avoid conflict
>Minimizes my chances of dying
>I have no idea whats crawling in the woods
>Stalking the skies or patrolling the streets
>Can't be good for my existence, best to bunker down

>As I walk in I quickly take off my shoes and start to undress
>I want to clean up and not feel the stickiness of that skinwalkers blood
>Gross, fucking gross
>I was too tired to feel how disgusting it was
>Its all flooding back to me
>That horrendeous dogs stench
>His blood is literal filth
>Gunks up my noses and watered my eyes
>How did it take this long for me to realize how disgusting it was?
>I kept trying to keep it out of my mind
>Now at the finish line It seems I quit
>I practically launch the clothes off of me
>I yeet the jacket to the right, it wraps around the handicap rail
>I chucked both shoes and socks in front of my, they hit the bathroom stall doors with a booming thud
>I throw off my pants and underweat to the right, They land in the sink
>And I still feel dirty
>I stare fixing my gaze on the shower heads in front of me
>Theres my cleansing salvation from this filth
>I briskly walk to the showers
>I turn them on full heat ready to soak for hours if I want
>Its been more than five days since I last bathed
>Theres soap nearby
>I grasp it with an iron grip
>crushing it
>I rub viciously all over my body
>Hastily hastily
>I want to be clean
>Am I overdoing it?
>Yeah I guess
>But I am fully in the moment, relishing this feeling of happiness
>And it brings me truly great joy
>I step into the stream of hot water
>Look up to the stars my little boy
>I always hear that sound when I shower
>Its the sound of my mom telling me how to avoid soap in my eyes
>I always heed its command and do so
>Ahhhhhh
>Ahhhh
>This is bliss
>Sooner or later Im going to have to get out of the bath
>It'll be later though
>I've fully cleaned off though
>I take a seat in the shower
>Placing my hand on my head I just listen to the sound of the water shooting out of the showerhead
>Now is a perfect time to think
>What was that meme? Girls think about boys in the shower and men think about the cosmos and the grand scheme of things in the shower?
>It was some stupid wojack comic shit

>And so I begun to think about the situation I am in
>Nothing like this has ever happened and neither should it happen
>This thing thats happening kills the modern world completely
>All the athiests in the world are on suicide watch, the proof of God is right there lying on that bed in the form of a Demon
>All the myths and fables of ancient man are true, the proof is out in the streets killing people
>What happens next? This is a total system shock, Its a heart attack for the entirety of mankind.
>Nothing will be the same, Everyone is shown to be a fool we all believed total crap.
>There was never such thing as the rational, there is no explanation for this
>We thought that this was explained away as superstition, mere bastardization and parlor tricks for magic
>We thought all things that were out on the streets were just elaborations of explainable things misconstrued throughout the ages
>And now?
>Nope, Goblins and all that fantasy crap are real
>Realer than Ivanka Trumps round breasts thats for sure
>What does this mean for me?
>I am just a man in this world
>I have only my guns....
>I chuckle abit
>Damn
>Damn that might just be enough
>And well no, thats not true thats not all I have
>I have Sylva, for now it seems
>I have my creative yet psychotic brain
>I have my strength
>And I certainly have the motivation to see shit through
>Hm.....
>I need to talk with Sylva about the....
>Shit....
>What happened to the vial of spores...
>No matter
>I will worry about it in the morning when I am done sleeping
>There is a plus side to all this insanity out in the world
>I get to sleep with a massive demon woman with a massive rack

>I a sly smirk erupts on my face
>Heh
>Later 
>Later on, I just dont feel like it right now
>Its still entertainng to think about however
>My my ima lucky guy
>I stand up and turn off the shower
>I go and dry off, putting on my tigerstripe pants and hoodie
>I leave the bloodstained clothes where they were
>But something catches my eyes in the mirror
>I walk over and look in the mirror
>Nothing too out of the ordin....
>My teeth
>Abit more pointy?
>....
>I was drenched in skinwalker blood
>Is that something that skinwalkers can do?
>....
>Shit it looks great
>Not too shabby
>I was going with the rpg angle when I was with the Oldman
>Im on the Nuke the killer lovebugs quest and just now I picked up the....
>The....
>The skinwalker teeth skin....!
>I grin and raise my fist to the mirror
>only to realize how stupid my approach with my situation is
>Shrugging I think about how we all have our own ways of coping through shit
>Some smoke Some drink
>Some just fantasize about it like they are an rpg character
>Its not that bad of a cope now that I think about it
>Might be the appropriate response
>I look back in the mirror
>Shit I gotta shave...
>...Tomorrow
>I go and meander out of the showers
>Im getting more sluggish as the time draws out
>I wont even be able to get a beer
>...Can't fuckin order pizza in the apocalypse
>...Sylva can cook burgers right?
>..Sylva SAID she could cook burgers
>I've got an idea that theres a big difference in what she says and can actually do 
>Still
>Shes looking at me through the blankets with those devilish slit green cat eyes of hers
>I would be terrified if I weren't tired
>And or knowing that Sylva has the hots for me
>for....her own reasons outside of my own reason
>I yawn and meander over to the bed
>I am sure she wouldn't mind
>I climb into the super bed creation
>I crawl for about four feet, roll over onto my back and pass out cold
>I continue my continous dream
>That never ending dream of rain
>Never ending
>Never ending
>Just rain

>I awake to the electronic beeping, covered in pillows
>This is not where I fell to sleep
>Sylva must've carefully dragged me into her...pillow igloo
>Pillow pit?
>I hear a massive amount of pillows fly into the air
>Sylvas risen from her bed palace
>Shit I gotta tell her about the lovebug mutants before I get roped into whatever she wants me to do with her
>I....I cant get out of bed..
>Im going to have to do it
>I need to slap my face a couple of times to wake up
>This usually works in the place of an tactically placed energy drink nearby
>Thwack
>I pause
>Am I sufficiently awake yet..?
>No
>Thwack
>Thwack
>Thwack
>Ok we're all good now
>I lurch my upper torso upright
>I launch a single pillow out of the bed
>I am near the top of the pillow pit
>Im going to have to crawl out
>Im still dressed
>Sylva did not rape my while I slept
>I dont know how she would do that but she didn't do it or failed in her attempt
>Thank goodness
>Ok crawling around for just a couple seconds I realize where Im at
>it takes almost half a minute but I've cleared the pit
>.....There must be more pillows here than there were yesterday
>infact I am sure of it
>There wasn't this many pillows here yesterday
>Sylva must've added more on
>Speaking of which, what is she doing?
>Shes..
>Brushing her teeth?
>I guess, visions all blurry
>Im sitting along the bed side
>Gotta....Gotta get up
>"Hey Sylva....Do you have a energy drink or something...?"
>I hear her say huh or something
>"Yeah there in the cooler behind the TV, I should have some in there"
>Im going to have to tell this woman how to properly place human things like a human
>Nobody puts a fridge behind a tv
>Not even sure what possessed this woman to do this
>I walk over and sure enough, Fridge behidn the TV
>I stare at it for awhile trying to decipher the logic of this
>Fridge....behind TV?!?
>Fridge behind tv?
>Fridge behind tv
>Ok the shock is over I want my caffeine
>I open up and theres
>Uncovered meats
>And on the shelf cans of Bang

>Check the flavors
>Miami cola...Georgia peach tea....
>Gonna hafta talk about her about that one
>And there....Just what I need
>Black cherry vanille
>I reach for it with haste and pop the tap
>I lean back abit drinking all of it as quickly as I possible can
>Look a man has a ritual that he must continue each day
>This is one such ritual
>Gotta have my morning energy drink
>Finishing it I crush it and throw it over my head
>fuck it leave it to the woman
>She hasn't noticed
>Excellent, just as planned
>Oh shoot the whats it whos it
>The....The Hatebug thingy yeah!
>I gotta do that
>I mean the oldman gave me a sandwich
>And the coffee?
>The coffee was to die for
>Hm....My mind still is not caffeinated
>I want some more of that coffee
>Oh yeah I should ask Sylva about her work too
>Might help or it might not
>Where is Sylva...
>Wait
>What time is it?
>I go around the TV and....
>Its....
>ITS 3:30am???
>WHY
>WHAT TYPE OF DEMONI....
>Oh that explains it
>"Hey Sylva thank you for not turning on the li..."
>Sylva is right next to the light switches, just about to
>"NO DONT!!!!"
>Too late
>The burning rays of light shine down onto my eyes
>I feel like a vampire caught in the rays of the sun
>And I screech like such
>"OH SORRY!"
>She shuts it off
>....Did you do this so that I can relive the torture again?
>"Arrrh its fine....Its fine Sylva..."
>I should talk with her about this...Quest I gotta do.
>"Hey yeah Sylva I gotta ask you something..."
>I hear her walking over, her loud steps coming my way
>Shes near
>Leaning over it I guess
>Im too tired and decaffeinated to care
>I see her gleaming green eyes and smile of glee 
>But it doesn't register, I need some time to match your energy
>"Hey theres something I need your help with..."
>That grin of hers grows larger
>"With?"
>Im getting to that woman give me some time you have awoken me at 3:30am
>Around 5? Sure that works
>But 3?
>Come on
>"With destroying mutant bugs that are destroying everything in my home county."

>I hope thats well received
>she seems unphased, her grin is still frozen looming above me
>That sharp toothed grin of hers would be frightening
>Terrifying
>Mortifying
>But for me I dont really register those things
>Never have
>I die or I dont die
>Either or
>Shes not gonna be my death
>She loves and does not stop
>Responding to this prompt she says something
>I dont think I understood
>Time time
>I still need to wake up
>Its getting better though
>"Im still waking up Sylva, what did you say?"
>"Ugh...Sure! Sure I will go on your quest!"
>Shes standing upright now looking to her left and then her right
>Tapping her foot standing to one side
>"...I was hoping to do some stuff with you today..."
>Thats what I wanted to preempt
>Im getting to know how she works at least
>Still....
>Im going to need a new van...
>or some other vehicle
>something I can live in
>or something that I can make into something liveable in
>"Hey Sylva, how about this I'll fill you in on the details while we do stuff together."
>Her emerald eyes are beginning to light up
>"....I need new wheels anyway..."
>I gotta think about what I want
>I gotta think about what I'll need
>Might have to carry her around too
>She would have been impossible to fit in the van
>Gotta think about what I'd want

>We're walking out of the School, shes made a sling for her UKM
>I've slung my Dissipator and Mac10 around my neck
>I still have that same betamag in my AR
>I've stuff two forty rounders in my pants pockets
>Im sure this'll be enough for anything we're up against
>Im not sure of that at all
>Those oil tankers still burn
>After I am done getting a Car I have to go do something
>Its sunday after all
>And theres a cathedral nearby
>I look around, my awareness has risen since the caffeine is coarsing through my veins
>What is this?
>There are some blind kids playing out in the field
>"Hey Sylva....What about those kids? What have you been doing for those kids"
>Shes looking at them
>"I found them here. They can't see right? Thats why they wear those dark glasses night and day."
>An astute observation Sylva...
>They are happily playing on the morning dew grass laughing and cheering
>I fear for them
>"Sylva...Are you taking care of them?"
>She looks at me with a scowl gritting teeth and stern brow
>"Of course I am Psychoman...What do you think I am..."
>I look at her
>She is tender about that thing that I am wary of
>I look at her and then back at the blind children dancing in the grass of the courtyard
>"Unlike me you are a good person, of that I am certain...."
>I see her gaze soften her scowl turn to a smile
>"Even if you did eat a couple of brains..."
>The smile to a pouting frown
>"Look I did what I had to do alright? Just so you know I HAVENT eaten anymore brains while I've been here! I didn't even mean to..."
>Ive tuned out the complaining woman talk and turned around looking to my left and right
>Terrible car, Terrible car, Toyota pickup, Terrible car, Terrible car...
>"Are you listening to me?" Shes asked, not at all amused that I wasn't paying her attention
>"No I was thinking about the car we'll take to the beach."
>Bullshit.exe's boottime is getting better and better
>Practice makes perfect I reckon
>"Oh....So which one are ya thinking?"
>Bingo
>A GMC Diablo

>Jogging to it I call her over with the wave of my hand
>"This is it, this has to be it..."
>It'll take some work and it'll be a big adjustment from what I was used to
>Sylva can ruck it in the back trunk, that has a perfect amount of space for her
>I can even sleep in the back with a sleeping bag
>Shoot this thing is in perfect condition
>Hrm....Gonna hafta find the key to it
>I look at Sylva and back to the car door
>Maybe
>Maybe she can do something about it
>Shes watching the children play, shes shouting at them telling them to have fun
>They apparently know her
>Still they seem to be getting used to her
>But they crowd around her all the same
>Cute little kids
>Hm
>I'll need her over here for this
>"Hey Sylva! I need your help over here!"
>She peeks over my general direction wide eyed
>Looking over the children she says something about being right back
>"Sure thing Psycho what is it?"
>"I need your help with the lock on this car..."
>She squats down and looks into the keyhole with her eye...
>"Do you have any metal on you....?"
>I check my pockets
>Nope
>I check the back of the Diablo
>Theres a bolt
>That'll work
>I grab it and transfer it to her outstretched hand
>She whispers and whispers
>The metal contorts into the shape of a key
>She inserts it and cranks it
>it doesn't work
>She pulls it out and whispers more
>Trying it again it works like a charm
>She pops open the door and holds it open with me
>"I hope you like your new car Psychoman! Consider it MY gift from me to you!"
>A gift for a gift
>Quite the thing we have going on with each other
>Heres to hoping it works out
>The interior is perfect
>A couple of cigars are in the pristine ash tray
>The owner didn't smoke in this beautiful machine
>"Hey Sylva hop in the back lets go to the beach."
>I hear her yell in joy and she sits down into the trunkof the Diablo
>The suspension sinks 
>I really hope her fat ass doesnt make the tires rub on the wheel wells
>Would put a damper on this whole thing
>I close the door, Adjust the mirrors turn the keys and....
>Some cuban music starts playing ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kTYWaeRPi2k&ab_channel=Ernesto%22Chico%22Alvarez-Topic )
>I groan for abit
>Then I start to like it
>Alright
>yeah yeah yeah
>I nod for abit and grin into the rearview mirror
>My sharp teeth reflect back
>"Alright Sylva we're heading to the beach!!!"
>I shift into drive and we head on out of the parking lot to her shouts of Joy
>Sundays a day for God
>Gotta celebrate this day
>No BS for now
>We'll make it as happy as we can
>The world burns but thats no reason to have fun and go to church right?
>After the Beach I'll go check out the cathedral
>I hope its intact
>No gunfire in the streets
>Odd
>There was before
>Somethings out there stopping the gunfire
>Still
>Both of us need to stay on our toes
>The worlds burning for a reason after all

>Driving along to Vero Beach I've noticed that people have fled the city
>All along the highway there are people looking to drive north through I-95
>I can't warn them
>Their fate is sealed
>They'll be found by whatever made those ghost cars
>They are all dead
>I looked into the windows of the houses driving by
>Somethings I've noticed
>They've left children
>They've left animals and the elderly
>Not all of them
>But enough of them
>I've seen the old people crying out in their homes
>The babies in their homes doing the same
>I'll have to do something about it
>or rather tell Sylva to do something about that
>God knows I can't do it
>I do not have the patience
>I hear gunshots off into the distance
>A few brave or dumbass people have decided to stay
>There are lots of Goblins around
>Scurrying around
>Beady red eyes looking at us from sewer crates 
>Can't imagine any of them making it out into the woods
>Too slim pickings, they'll make their homes in the abandoned homes of men
>At least thats what I think
>I feel the nice leather grip of the steering wheel
>Ribbed, For my pleasure
>....
>Wow thats gay
>I hear the concussive muzzle blast of the UKM going off
>Damn near popped my ear drums
>Sylvas taking pot shots at Goblins while we're driving to Vero beach
>Shes got the hang of the UKM without my help
>Quite Clever
>I still am listening to this cuban mumbo jumbo music
>Its actually pretty good
>I decide to root through my backpack
>Laptop check
>Picture check
>Chestrig check
>AR Mags and...
>SHIT!
>I Swerve into the middle of the road
>Almost ran over a dog
>I shouldnt've done that
>Should've just ran that fucker over
>Checking the rear view mirror its just yapping in the middle of the road
>A coal black german shepheard
>Visibly frothing from the mouth
>I go back to focusing on the road
>We're almost there
>Its still dark out
>Still, theres enough light out from the burning oil tankers to see well enough on the streets
>Its a full moon out
>Barely hanging in the sky

>We've made it to the beach
>I decided to throw caution to the wind and drive out directly onto the beach
>Nobody alive is on the beach
>There are some dead
>Shot
>Stabbed with spears
>Butchered and cleaved
>People missing their heads
>Their arms and legs
>They are spaced out enough that I dont mind
>I park the Car, the trunk facing the sea Im looking around through the rear view mirror
>Despite the grizzly scene all around the waves along the beach creates a calm
>A demanding calm
>If it could speak it would say "No matter what! You are going to be at peace!"
>Quite nice of the ocean I guess
>Getting out of it I decide to take off my shoes
>Wonderful sand
>Sinking sand
>These are the little things that I love
>Sylvas staring back at me
>Without a word just looking at me
>Snake like eyes staring into my soul
>I give her this narrow eyed glance as if to say "Whats going on in your head?"
>I sling the rifle onto my back and join her in the trunk
>Still I know that shes looking at me
>"I think you know this area quite well Psycho, call if a hunch but you act differently around here."
>Shes staring out into the sea
>Shes right on the money
>I used to go out to this city during summer break with my family back when we were kids
>It was always for some reason
>Good behaviour
>Good grades
>Idk as long as us kids did good thats what we got
>We got to go out to St.Augustine and look around
>The old Spanish quarter
>The Gator farm
>The Cathedral where I was baptized
>Always loved going there
>Not sure if its still around
>That oil tanker dropped right onto Flagler college
>Its just a three minutes walk from there
>Later later
>"So.....Was I right?"
>"Huh?...Oh yeah you were right on the money Sylva."
>"HAH!"
>We both look out into the moonlit oceans
>I see some scales flicker in the waves
>No matter
>It takes minutes but I finally tell her why I brought her here
>"This was something that my family used to do during summer. We'd sit along the shores and drink soda"

>I look from my right to my left tracing the horizon with my outstreched hand
>"All of this was what I would only see with my family, You're my only friend in this world so I thought I'd share it with you too"
>She has a smile on her face so wide she has to close her eyes
>Grinning with those pearly whites
>It doesn't take a whole lot to make her happy
>My eyes snap back to the waves, I caught a glimpse of another faint shimmer
>...It must be the moonlight
>"...I wonder how this happened" She asks looking directly into the moonlight
>Theres abit of a tingle along my spine
>How...?
>How indeed
>These things should not be happening
>Madness has spilled out into the streets and onto the world
>Our reality has never been reality
>I, the madman, am the wiseman in this world
>"Should you wonder how this happened? Can you hope to find an answer?"
>She gives that some thought, tapping her nails on the side of the car.
>"No..I guess not..."
>"Tell me Psycho... What are Humans?"
>Oh boy
>How can I answer this?
>I give this some thought, looking into the moon as well
>"We're everything we can possibly try to be."
>I hope thats good enough
>I should ask her something similiar in kind
>"What are Devils Sylva?"
>A twitch spasm near her eye
>"I'll prephase this with telling you we are not what you think we are."
>".....But we are at the same time..."
>"We're governed by passions and a strive to achieve excellence in all that we do, Building great monuments and cities where others would consider impossible just to say that it can be done but not by them." She stretches out her hand, her fingers clutching the moon.
>I give this some thought, looking to her hand to her face
>Grinning wide as can be staring into the moon
>"So you are human?" I say
>I continue "This land was considered an impossibility hundreds of years ago. Then the spanish, a powerful empire of man, rode across the shores and made a fort here..."
>I point to the moon
>"And several hundred years after that...."

>"We shot ourselves to that moon without magic and spells all to plant a flag and say "This is ours"..."
>"Im sorry Sylva but that moon can't be yours as it is my nations." I tense up at that last word.
>"And I guess that is what we are, Magic less demons...." I point to my chest
>Then I point to her chest "...And you are Magical humans..."
>There is a long pause, Sylvas trying to make sense of what I just said.
>Her eyes dart back and forth thinking about that.
>I better change the subject, this was too esoteric for a beach date.
>Beach date?
>....
>Well ok alright yeah it is
>"So uh.....Tell me about yourself!"
>"Oh....Uh..."
>"Well I....work as a "armorer" and an "artificer" under the Great Artificer, We tried to replicate and enchance 'lost creations' like...."
>"Thats our word for human technology...Somehow it comes over here and we fawn over it like idiots..."
>"Theres actually a cult around human technology, the second creationers, they think that you and all your technology are the creations of a long dead advanced demon civilization."
>"....Its kinda laughable that they are right in a way, with what you just told me hahaha!" Now thats a nervous laughter
>"So we would take your technology and magically enchance it, A car like this would be loaded with all the best enchantments we could force into every ounce of steel on it and make a...."
>"...Well it would depend on what the request is but we'd make it into a battle wagon or something like that."
>This all reminds me of something
>"Hey Sylva, care to tell me what this is?"
>I pull the ipod classic out of my pocket and hand it to her
>She gingerly takes it out of my hand
>Closely looking at it a mere four inches away from her face
>flipping it around
>Looking at the ports one by one
>And then the back plate gives her pause
>"....I've only heard about these things...."
>"This is naturally created 'magitech", Who knows what this thing can or can't do they are all over the place."

>"The Great Artificer only has five of these types of things, he went to war with the high elves twice on the rumor that they had some"
>....This Great Artificer seems obsessed
>"Hes quite focused on his craft...." 
>She shoots me a glance
>"You have no idea...."
>"He razed entire cities to get lost creations, He killed off an entire civilization of elves a thousand years ago to get his second and third magitech."
>...There are elves....?
>Wait this guy wiped out an entire civilization for two fuckin ipods?
>God help us if he comes over here
>"How was it working for him? Did it pay well?"
>"Pay? Oh no we dont do that like that, we get what we want when we want it based on our position in society"
>".....So you guys just get to say "thats mine" and its yours?"
>She gives this some thought
>"Yeah kinda"

>"So....So yeah thats what I did as a job, pretty good gig for someone as young as I am."Shes scratching the back of her head chuckling
>"Oh and Psycho..." She looks at the Ipod in her hand
>"Yes Sylva?"
>"Throw this thing in the ocean, if the Great Artificer ever finds out about this thing he'll flay you for a hundred years asking you every single question he can think of relating to this thing"
>I give this some thought, But I take hold of it right from her hand
>"This thing is mine and your boss is a world away....I'll keep it around for now."
>She sighs, her head drooping down as I stuff it in my back pocket
>"You are psycho you know that right?"
>Bitch I live it
>Or rather....I did
>Hm...I need to get back to that....
>Maybe?
>There it is again
>That shimmer along the waves
>It caught my eyes 
>I got a better look at it then
>That looked like a fish with arms and legs
>They're in a school along the waves
>I look along the beach and notice those spear riddled corpses
>Of in the distance I notice a mass of hunch backed fishmen
>They waddled onto the shores just then
>They must've been attacking the people that were on the shores
>It can't be....
>"Fuckin murlocs?"
>"Huh?" Sylvas eyes perk up
>"Damn fishmen are on the shores!"
>".....What?"
>"Look over there!"
>I point to the shores
>They've seen us and are bolting our direction
>Sylvas shouldered her UKM 
>BOOM BOOM BOOM
>Shes just shooting wildly at them
>AAAAAARGH
>Warn me when you shoot that thing!
>I climb out of the trunk and rush over to get to the drivers seat
>BOOM BOOM 
>WHY DID I GIVE THAT TO HER FUCK
>I start the engine and shift it into reverse and....
>Oh wow thats a big fish
>Thats not a fish
>Thatsa whale
>Its flippers have formed into claws
>its trying to crawl its way onto the beach
>Trudging along
>Its too fat still to live on land
>But theres alot of murlocs on its back
>They are flinging speers

>I wheel out of our parking spot and then shift to drive
>Speeding too much
>the cars swerving and the tractions slipping
>We're almost to the asphalt and we've cleared the beach
>We've cleared them they are still shouting in their guttural tongue, lamenting their lost catch I imagine
>Theres blood flowing on the rear windshield
>Oh shit thats....
>Thats...
>Thats Sylvas blood
>Shes tapping on the glass
>"Hey Psycho....Can we stop the car for abit?"
>Oh thank God shes alive
>....I better stop the care
>I crawl to a slow stop
>Opening up the car door and
>Sylvas got a spear through her shoulder
>......Fuck that must hurt
>Shes survived worse though
>I shot her through the heart
>She'll live from this
>"...So is there something that you need me to do or..?"
>She gives me the look
>"Yeah pull the fuckin spear out of me asshole"
>heh
>Giggity
>I lower the trunk
>Looking back occaisonally to mind the murlocs
>they are aways off
>Ok uh....
>its right through
>didn't nick the paint or glass of the Car
>Thank God I like this car
>....
>Wrong set of priorities!
>"Uh....So how do you want me to go about doing this?"
>"Just pull the fucking thing out... Just pull it out"
>Shes grinning trying to grip the shaft of it and pull it out herself
>If she can't do it I'll really need to put my back into this
>I put my left foot on her forearm
>"Psycho what are you doing."
>I grip the spear with both hands
>"Please dont do that honey"
>And I pull it out with care
>I stopped myself from doing it with force
>Kinda fucked up
>Shes screaming regardless
>I  take a kitkat bar out of my hoodie pocket and throw it into her lap
>She looks at it and punches me out of the trunk of the car

>FUCK 
>I land on the asphalt
>Tucked my head into my chest
>Didn't hit my head on the road
>Thank God
>I still have scrapes on my back and forearms
>I fuckin slid!
>And now Im fucking bleeding!
>OH FUCK THAT HURTS!
>"AAAAAAAAAAH"
>"AAAAAAAAAAH"
>We're both screaming
>Oil tankers burning in the background
>Murlocs are garggling along the shore
>I get up
>"Look you told me to do it"
>"You didn't have to be an ass about it!"
>"How was I an ass about that?"
>"A fuckin candy bar? Really?!?!?!?"
>"I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT LIKE IT"
>Looking over I see that shes unwrapping it 
>She sinks her teeth into it, her shoulder is being healed by some aura.
>"Huh"
>"Yeah this shit is great thanks Psychoman"
>"FUCK ME THOUGH RIGHT?"
>...Wait she can heal I forgot about that.
>"HEY UH HOW ABOUT HEALING ME?"
>"Huh? Oh yeah sure" She stretches her hand out and a green wave flows from it
>Oh shit im feeling real good
>I get off my ass and dust myself off
>Shit I feel better than ever
>I look at her and shake my head
>"Please dont punt me again"
>".....I'll consider it"
>"Dont punt me again"
>Her shoulders slump over and her gaze shifts downward
>"Sorry psychoooo...."
>I walk over and slap the top of her knee
>"Apology accepted Sylva"
>"Now lets go find some ice cream"
>"Whats that?"
>.....
>"Its something delicious"
>"Oh...YAY!""
>She stretches out her hands as I turn the keys and shift into drive
>Fuckin 6 am and its already helluva day
>Suns starting to come up
>I pull out one of the cigarettes from my pocket and light it
>Fuck I'll be out of a pack if this type of shit keeps up
>Shit
>I need to get new gear for Sylva and I
>And I need some ice cream
>I need a ton of ice cream.
>And I still need to tell her about the Hatebugs.
>Knowing her skill set as a "Artificer" im sure she'll come in handy
>Best do it over ice cream

>The light has begun to touch the beach sands
>Still the oil tankers burn, still their smoke and light shines forth in the morning sky
>But the light begins to pierce through bringing light to the once smoke wreathed white sands
>I look along the shore with a pair of bird watching binoculars I found underneath the passenger seat
>I just look at them
>Snaggled tooth, malformed and mismatched parts
>the bodies of men and the dead fishmen Sylva shot are in the process of being chopped and quartered by the fishmen
>Large misbegotten sharks with three claws and one toed foot shaped like a knights spiked sabaton
>There are many of these smaller ones, half the size of the sharkmen they standing at four feet or so
>Varied shapes and fins, diverse as all the fish in the sea, mutated and malformed into even greater variation
>Stocky and webbed along their shoulders and claws, they are ripping their webbed skin to pile bodies into the seemingly beached whale man
>They are hastily created beings it seems, perhaps whatever spawned Sylva and those purple lights had an unintended reaction when fish came into contact with it
>From what Sylva said about Magitech and its power maybe something like a can of nuclear waste dropped into the sea, doing what scifi writers only dream of it doing
>The whaleman possesses only two webbed arms, using it to scoop humans and stray fishmen into its gullet, Occasionally pushing itself into a better position
>The thing is collapsing on its own weight, but wants to eat humans and pushes itself up occaisonally for relief
>You can hear the audible crunch of the macerated flesh being ground by this grotesque beast
>It reminds me of that one recent godzilla movie made by the japanese
>Shin Godzilla, a malformed being not meant to be 
>thats what they all are
>I hand the Binoculars to Sylva, taking them into her hands and looking along the coast shores
>"Well there goes the neighborhood"
>Tell me about it
>What are we going to do with the blind kids?

>"Im not sure what to make of those things, they dont look natural to me"
>She puts the binoculars aside to look at me
>"Of course they aren't, I've never heard of anything like those things even existing."
>She wipes some of the blood off of her freshly healed shoulder in vain
>"gah...Im going to have to take a shower..."
>I shoot my gaze at the empty road looking left and right and then back at the beach
>I am totally unprepared for this
>How can I be prepared for this?
>I look at the sides of my rifle
>My Bushmaster XM15
>I have my rifle and more guns than I ever could dream of having
>This'll be more than enough
>I look back at the beach to see the raised gullet of the whaleman
>Those small beady eyes look full of glee as it tries to warf down the shredded meat of man and fish
>I hear the concussive slam of it plopping back down onto the ground
>These things are dangerous
>They are coordinated
>They can ambush anywhere bordering water
>They seem intelligent, or intelligent enough
>My mind jumps to Sylvas lair
>Its right along the canal
>"Are you going to move out from here? These things could swim right up to it at any moment"
>Putting her fingers to her mouth she looks up, giving it some thought
>"Theres only like twelve kids that I found there....It wouldn't be too hard to move all twelve of them..."
>I make my way to the car and toss the rifle into the passenger seat footwell
>"Well lets head on back there, We should try and be one step ahead of these things"
>I have no idea what to think about this shit, Im winging it as I go along
>I get in the car and start it
>Well lets get on the road
>Ice cream trips cancelled, Operation Evac the kiddies hath commenced
>Fuck I wanted to look at the alligators and visit the....
>The church...
>No no no...
>I have to visit that church still
>I plug in the aux cable into the ipod and turn it on
>One song shows
>Titled..
>Destiny
>I play it
>(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbomkF8Haco&ab_channel=JasonDeyin)

>I get a shiver down my spine
>What
>What does this mean?
>I look back at Sylva through the rear view mirror
>She told me these things are legendary in her world
>It seems quite mundane, it just plays songs that are the best for the moments that are to come
>I shift into drive
>Well...
>It sure can play catchy songs alright
>The drive back is uneventful, occasionally I look at the goblins peeking at us in the windows and sewer crates
>Something has the goblins spooked
>They were alot more daring during the night, giving us passing glances with their read beady eyes
>Now something has them shook
>None of them are darting along the streets
>Is it the murlocs?
>No, No I have a feeling that those things have just begun their foray into this world
>No matter
>If they are anything like goblins are in fantasy its probably something stupid
>Maybe a passing airplane or...
>I dunno
>I weave in and out of the now burnt out vehicles
>There were less voices crying out of the homes
>Less of the elderly and still the children cry out
>Should I do something about that?
>Can I do something about that?
>No
>Sylva could but
>I shouldn't ask her to do that
>I shelve the thought of those trapped in their houses
>Maybe the goblins will help
>Now thats wishful thinking
>We've arrived to the school
>I've parked right next to the school entrance doors because why the fuck would I not?
>There are now twelve blind kids playing in the field, or trying to play
>They've got a ball and are trying to throw based on sight
>Having a jolly good time of it
>Now that is a blessing to be sure
>They've got no idea whats wrong in the world
>Shit do they even know about Sylva?
>I strap on my backpack and sling my rifle after I exited
>Sylvas gotten out of the trunk of the Diablo
>The thing practically breathes a sigh of relief as she gets off
>Bouncing right back to its normal shape
>"Hey Sylva...Do the children know about you?" I ask her, pointing at them 
>"Huh? Oh yeah Im their "substiute teacher"" 
>hm

>The grass is still moist from the morning fog, Occasionally you see it glisten as one of the blind kids runs along the grass
>"Do you plan on taking care of all twelve of them?"
>With a uncharacteristic softness to her voice she says "yes...."
>And then...
>"I think all twelve will make fine henchmen when they are older! Best start young!" Cluthing her fist with gusto as she exclaiming it to the world with a sharp toothed smile
>Im sure the kids heard that
>How....Stereotypical
>Im starting to think thats an act
>But maybe not
>Who knows?
>"Well...We best move on out, I think we should go back to where we met. You know, My hometown?" 
>"That...That does make a whole lot of sense, you know the area and theres alot less competition." She says that with her finger on her mouth Looking up into the sky
>Shit
>I can't fit all the kids in my Diablo
>And I am the only that can drive
>Sylva can't fit in drivers seat
>Shit Im going to have to leave behind the Diablo
>....
>Do I really have to bring these kids along?
>Do I really want to continue this relationship with...
>What the fuck do I mean by relationship?
>Shit this Ipod really works wonders doesn't it?
>Im pretty sure I would've killed her by now
>For punting my ass off the car
>For insulting me with that drawn out way she calls me Psychomaaan
>But I haven't
>Why?
>I sure as shit would have
>Snap to it
>Snap snap snap
>Look at this as an opportunity
>That Diablo would've been cramped to camp in
>Sure, it looks cool but its not big enough for...
>Wait a second
>This is a school
>There are school buses at schools
>Yes
>Yes indeed thats what I think I will do
>I can get one of those, drive the kids to my hometown
>And convert that schoolbus into a mobile home
>Flawless
>Flawless S rank nigger plan
>I look around the parking lot
>Sure enough, theres a...
>Short bus
>A fuckin shortbus is the only bus in the parking lot
>Well....Ok...
>"Hey Sylva, lets get the kids onto that bus over there and get the fuck outta here"

>I grab all of my shit out of the Diablo and place it in the short bus
>I look at Sylva smiling at the children as she tells them to get their things for a "Field trip"
>She might've eaten one of their actual teachers brains to know the ins and outs of school teacher lingo
>Maybe more than one
>Shit she probably knows all about our human history
>That ability she has is potent stuff now that I think about it
>Walking to the liar I see her getting the kids supplies all lined up bossing them around
>They seem to take it well
>Not a frown on their faces
>They like her quite abit it seems
>very very well mannered children
>I foist the last bag containing the Surplus store loot
>I keep to my thoughts
>Theres still something that I want to do here
>I need to go to church, Its Sunday after all
>Despite my....Difficulties...
>Thats the one thing I try to do
>I've never made a good confession
>Dont really know how to
>Never did anything that I should've done
>Ah well
>Fuck it why not do it for old times sake?
>I put the bag of loot in the front seat behind the drivers seat
>Sylva is waving with her arms to come towards her and the huddled children around her
>Shes changed out of her sundress into the black BDU pants and Black rothco shirts, The UKM is slung on her back
>If only those blind kids could see...
>Well actually no thank God they are blind
>This spectacle is all mine
>I start up the bus
>Wow this...
>This'll get some getting used to
>The braking?
>The speed and momentum is not what I am used to
>I am gonna take it slow for now
>I plug in the Ipod to the radio
>Its not in its usual state
>Theres nothing to suggest anything important
>Hm...
>Ok well lets just play shuffle and see what comes up.
>(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFBOtWq7dsE&ab_channel=Windows96_ )
>Shoot this is...Very relaxing...
>Probably will need it to
>I pull the lever to open the door for the kids
>Their screeching and hollering is annoying
>My grip tightens on the buses steering wheel

>But that damn relaxing music keeps it going
>Sylva looks at the agitation on my face and barks at the kids to be quiet 
>"Yes Ma'aaaam!" they all shout in unison
>"Hey Mister..."
>One of the snot nosed shits is tugging on the hood on my hoodie
>be kind....be kind.....
>"You've got good taste in music mister..."
>Where there was a grimace now theres a smirk
>heh
>"Well thank you kid, Nothing but the best music from me."
>Its not really from me...
>Its all the magical ipods doing
>Hm....
>I still gotta go to church
>I'll bring these tykes along too why not
>"Alright everybody! We're going on a field trip but first we're going to church."
>Theres a mixture of boos and yays in the crowd
>Sylvas got a concerned look on her face
>"Really Psychoman?"
>I give this some thought
>Yes
>Yes really we're going to church
>"Yes indeed Sylva, You can stay out of the church though as I am sure you'd burst into flaaaames upon entering"
>She puts on this cute furious face as she shouts at the top of her lungs
>"YOU ASS!!!"
>"Now now! Not in front of the children Misses Sylva!"
>The children are babbling in joy
>They are having the time of their lives
>She crosses her arms and pouts.
>They....They know their parents left them and are more than likely dead right?
>Nah
>Nah lets leave that alone for another date
>We're going to the Church
>I start off out of the church
>Barely going 30mph
>Fuck this is going to take some getting used to
>Still
>Still nothing on the streets
>The goblins are more active on this side of town now
>They are less cautious, some actually getting out of their houses to chuck a spear at us
>It doesn't even land anywhere near us
>I dont see a reason to waste ammo shooting down such a pathetic green faggot
>And I mean
>I dont want to do such things around the children
>They need their ears thats all they got.
>Gonna hafta get twelve sets of earpros for the blind kids...
>Well I mean...
>Idk Im not going to be with them all the time
>We've made it to the church

>And this is odd
>Despite is close proximity to the still burning oil tanker there isn't any damage to it
>Not a stain of soot on the walls
>Nothing
>The grass still is green
>Totally undisturbed
>Totally untouched
>I look back through the throng of clamoring children
>Theres a glimmer of happiness in her eyes staring at the church
>Huh
>I wasn't expecting that
>Not at all
>"Well kids, You can come if you want but if you want to stay here with Sylva thats fine by me.."
>I see two kids, A short mexican kid and a pasty redheaded step out of the cluster around Sylva
>..
>"I take it you two want to follow me?"
>They both nod
>The Mexican kid speaks up
>"I usually go with my family but..."
>Awh fuck....
>The redhead blurts out "Why haven't I seen my family yet? I want to be with my Mom.."
>Awh fuck fuck fuck fuck
>I stand their paused
>Shit I don't know what to do in this situation
>"I'll tell you guys about it after the field trip..."
>I'll need to work up my courage
>Shit man...
>I open the doors and nod to Sylva
>She nod back solemnly 
>I take the two kids by the hand
>"Mister why do you have a gun?"
>The mexican kid had it bump into him as we exited the bus
>Shit....
>Might as well come cleanish
>"Things aren't going to be like they were before..."
>Shit thats all I could say?
>They've quieted down their questioning after I said that
>I dont think they knew what to make of that
>They both still hold onto my hand, We're at the doors to the cathedral
>They are...Locked...
>I tell the kids to step back
>I clutch the door
>I grunt and huff
>And the lock cracks
>And we're in the cathedral
>Its such a vast empty space, The worn wood and marble floor clean as can be
>I wipe off my sandy and bloody converse vigorously
>I feel this odd need to clean them off not to stain the floor
>The myrrh and frankincense incense still lingers in air
>Its....Mystical
>I see a flicker of light near the tabernacle
>And nothing more after that
>Must've been a trick of the eyes

>We've made our way to the pews
>The two kids kneel and pray together
>its heart warming
>I dont
>I look around watchful 
>What is up with this place?
>No priest is here
>Nothing
>A mouse could fart and we would hear it
>The sound from the knee rests clasping down onto the ground was like a crack of lighting
>I think I even heard the mexican kid say sorry under his breath after doing that
>"There wont be service anytime soon, So do what you think is good enough for him and we'll be on our way
>I clutch the foregrip of my rifle
>I dont feel uneasy
>But I feel somethings here
>Its calming and destressing
>But thats what I dont like about it
>Its not natural, It ain't right I dont feel like that all the time
>Its got me spooked more than any of those damn fishmen
>What is that
>Why is it happening here of all places?
>I see that shimmer of light again near the cross
>Its a...
>A little winged thing of light
>And then its gone
>I just saw an angel
>Wow
>I look left and right
>Back at the kids and then to the entrance
>And then back at the base of the cross
>Couldn't have been
>Well I guess somebody has got to keep care of the church with the priest gone
>The irish kid tugs on the sling of my rifle
>"Emanuel and I are done..."
>"Can we go now? Im starving"
>I bet you are you pudgy little wetback
>I chuckle 
>"Ok ok"
>I lightbulb goes off in the back of my mind
>I know!
>"We'll we are going to go an all you can eat Ice cream festival this morning...Its part of the field trip..."
>Total bullshit
>I made that up on the fly
>Thought it would get the kids spirits up
>Shit...Now I have to execute it
>They get out of the pews and are ahead of me, Just near the door to the cathedral
>I look back at the cross
>And I give a thumbs up to christ on the cross
>"Let me look after them and do well by them God"
>I see the eyes of Christ
>Seemingly right at me
>I hear nothing from him
>But I get the feeling he is watching
>And thats all I need to know
>Now
>Now I have to do a good job

>I need to do a good job by God
>Hes watching me
>Can't be found lacking now can I?
>I make my way to the cathedral doors and grab the two kids hands
>I look back
>The trail of blood on my shoes only lasted to the pews
>The trail of blood stopped from when I turned back
>In my last glimps before church doors close I dont see blood on the floors
>What is that....
>I keep thinking about that
>I have chills down my spine as the two children climb into the bus
>I take a seat trying to process all that I just saw
>I look back in the rear view mirror
>Those two sit in their seats with glum faces hanging over them
>I think those two know that their parents are dead
>A single tear goes down my left eye
>And I turn the keys to the ignition
>Well lets get these kids ice cream
>Hm...There better still be electricity flowing in Publix
>I drive along the way to the highway entrance as I know theres a public right before the turnoff
>I look in the parking lot
>Theres a stanced crown vic in the parking lot
>Just that vehicle
>Parked in a handicapped parking spot no less
>I dont like this one bit
>Theres niggers in that store
>I park out of view, along the side of the strip mall
>Standing out of the seat I see the kids climbing all around Sylva
>I think shes trying to tell them something about the history of her homeworld or whatever
>The kids are ignoring it and just playing with her black hair and grabbing at her
>Shits cute as can be
>I better help her out though
>"Alright kids....Im going out to get Icecream and when I am back I better not see you kids climbing on Miss Sylva, she works very hard as a teacher and you need to mind your manners."
>Some of them stop
>One of them says "Yes Mister Bus driver sir!"
>Not sure if that was mocking or.....
>Yeah that was mocking

>They've stopped climbing all over her though
>She has some frayed hairs from that her hairs all messed up
>She looks at me with a deep look of gratitude and a small smile on her face
>Emanuel and the redhead kid are still sitting glum
>I step over to their seat kneel down and look them in their eyes...
>Wait they can't see me why am I doing this
>too late, already committed
>"Hey what flavors do you want?
>Emanuel is the first to respond because....Of course
>"I want rocky road with some rainbow sprinkles please!"
>Of course you do you fat spic
>Shouldn't think like that about him
>Kids just found out hes lost his parents
>The redhead pipes up
>"Ooooh! Id love some mint chocolate chip ice cream!"
>Hm
>good taste kid
>"Alright I'll get you those flavors just for you two!"
>I boop them on the nose
>They really didn't like that
>They recoiled from that as soon as I did that
>I cringe as I realized at the thought of what I've just done
>Shit do my fingers smell bad?
>Nope just....Just...
>Just bloody
>Well shit
>God I have no idea why you want me to help these kids but...
>I will
>I pilfer through my bag of loot
>Ah there it is
>My chest rig with my AR mags still loaded up from the day I went camping
>I've had a lot of time to grow since then
>I strap it on
>And I get ready to rock
>I open up the doors to the bus and Step out onto the concrete walk way of the strip mall
>I look through the glass
>Nothing
>Nothing
>Rolexes
>Nothing
>I keep darting back to the entrance of the publix
>I hear louder and louder trap music playing from the publix
>I need to get that ice cream
>God told me to get these kids ice cream
>I will get these kids ice cream
>I look around the corner with caution
>They are there huddled around a broken down cash register
>They are taking the cash out of the machine for.....Some reason
>Not sure what you are going to do with that....
>But you are going to die with green back so its not like it matters what you thought anyway
>I raise my rifle
>I smile

>And I start to shoot at them
>I picked out my first target
>The one standing behind me has the only visible gun in his hands
>A Draco pistol no less
>I will be taking that
>BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
>I shoot him in the chest
>Center mass right near the heart
>He drops
>The others look shocked
>Ones bolting down the aisles
>I shoot at the slow ones next
>BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
>Another drops dead
>And another
>Didn't do so good of a job on the fourth
>He ran abit of a ways off but I got him before he could get away
>Fuckers crawling
>Shit well
>ok better go do what I wanted to do in the first place
>Get ice cream
>I walk into publix, pick up a shopping cart as I do so
>Hmmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmmmmmmm
>I hum along as I pat the sides of the cart 
>Walking past my handiwork 
>I grin at that pile of shit and blood I left on the floor of publix
>The one crawling down the aisles is leaving a streak of blood as he tries to crawl away
>Shit well I could care less about that
>Why waste a bullet?
>With those wounds he wont last an hour
>I pass by the aisles
>Finally, reaching the last aisle
>Oh shoot! Im going to have to pick up bowls and spoons as well
>And rainbow sprinkles for Emanuel
>Later later
>I look down at the ice cream
>Shit well
>I give the aisle a couple of passes before I decide on what I want
>I guess I'll get ten things of Neapolitan
>Two things of rocky road for Emanuel
>And three things of Mint chocolate chip ice cream
>two for the ginger and one for myself
>Mint choccy is best choccy hands down
>I keep up my humming as I load the ice cream into the shopping cart
>I also pick up three or so ice cream scoopers out as well
>I make my way down the next aisle
>I throw in eight things of utensils and four forty eight packs of paper bowls
>Fuck it why not
>And I make my way out of the store
>But...
>I turn around with a devilish gleam in my eye
>Ah....
>I know just what I will do
>I go to the main reception desk and pick up the intercom
>good..

>Good its working
>"Attention shoppers...."
>I giggle abit
>"Fuck Niggers, Fuck mods and Fuck jannies"
>I giggle hysterically as I rush out of the store with the ice cream
>And I bolt down the concrete sidewalk with the cart of Icecream
>The children are going fucking nuts
>Sylva, Unwisely, told the children what I was doing for them
>Emanuel and the ginger already knew
>But twelve blind kids are crowding around me demanding ice cream
>I burst open the bowl packaging
>Shit Im not taking this well 
>I think I swat away a kids hands too harshly
>He takes it well enough
>I start scooping and handing out bowls of ice cream
>Sylva pushes in and starts to take over for me
>I go walk off, exhaling and inhaling rapidly as I do
>Fuck fuck fuck
>Fuck I hate being surrounded by kids
>Why do they like me so much?
>I take a seat on the bus seat as I see the ice cream being dolled out
>Sylvas doing a good job of it
>Shes smiling at them even though she knows that she can see
>That devil bitch has quite the heart
>Especially considering the fact shes demonic and I shot it with my rifle
>I pull out a cigarette chuckle and....
>I throw the pack to the ground and stamp on it.
>Nah
>Nah I shouldn't be smoking anyhow
>I just keep staring at Sylva dolling out the ice cream
>Emanuel and the ginger get extra servings
>She occaisonally looks back at me with her sharp toothed beautiful smile.
>What a beautiful woman
>My crimson, blood red edelweiss
>I take a long time taking in this scene
>Time goes by and things die down after awhile
>The kids are all laying in the shaded areas of the concrete walkway
>Their bellys are distended and full of icecream
>I hear Emanuel groan
>He looks twice as wide
>Sylva has a couple of them in her monstrous lap
>She pats them on the head, Stroking their hair all the while smiling as she does so
>What a wonderful woman
>Yeah
>Yeah that'll be my wife
>Thank you magic Ipod
>Thank you God for all of this
>I take a deep breathe and sigh
>Alright
>Time to head out

>Packing the kids into the short bus was a chore
>They moped about tired and sluggish
>Sylva carried the young little shits into the van
>I shouldn't think of them like that
>They're ok for little tykes
>And they have been placed under both of our charges
>Shes packed up the tykes
>All of them are placed in their seats
>Their seat belts all fastened on
>What a cute little family we have
>I wonder what God would think of Sylva
>....
>Those thoughts are above my position
>He wouldn't want me to worry about something above my position
>Still
>Theres plenty to worry about thats above my position
>Skinwalkers
>Goblins
>Murlocs
>Oh me oh my
>Still...
>I think all I need to know is how to kill it
>And that'll be enough for me
>I have quite alot of equipment
>The .357 revolver
>I think it was a S&W If I recall correctly
>The FN57, The Deagle, The Beretta 96
>Shoot, I might have all the 5.7 ammo in my hometown right in that bag behind me
>I dont have any .40 for the Beretta 96
>I have some magazines for that Yugo
>Before I set off I get up and root in the bag for the FN57
>I find it and the four magazines I have for it
>I loaded them all the night Momji died...
>Fuck I hope that doggo is in heaven
>...
>Well no need to get all mopey about that now
>can't...
>Just can't...
>I stuff it in my hoodies front pocket along with the four loaded magazines
>I have a feeling I'll need it on the drive
>Probably not
>Probably
>Definitely
>"Ok kiiiiiiiiids time to go back on the roooad!"
>I try to imitate Sylvas trilling voice
>poorly
>Very poorly
>And its not well received with groans erupting in the bus
>Fuck they are in for a drive
>I'll play something from the mystical ipod
>"Hey Ipod, I need something relaxing for the kiddies"
>It doesn't respond
>Its a fucking ipod classic
>Really?
>Am I going back to talking to inanimate objects like they know what I am talking about?
>Im a hopeless basket case
>I hit the side of my head with the palm of my hand
>The long straight hair cushions it somewhat
>Shit I need to get a haircut
>Maybe Sylva would be willing
>I look at her in the rearview mirror
>Yeah she would be willing
>I press play
>(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJK_12I9HJ4&ab_channel=WarriorofChrist)

>And we head on down the road
>We exit the parking lot and head on down the highway
>I think I see something glisten in the sky
>A shimmer
>A glimmer
>Like a dragonflies wing
>I dont think its nothing
>Thats something alright
>And It's flying in the sky
>Its a ways off
>Its not my problem right now, I'll keep an eye on it
>I pull onto the highway
>Clear as can be
>The ghost cars have cleared up
>I look in my side mirrors down the road
>Looks like they crashed some ways off
>burnt out mess of a wreck
>Fuck
>They drove straight off the road
>All of them
>Did...
>DId the commit suicide?
>I should pray for them when I stop driving
>I see it again
>That shimmer
>Thats not
>Thats not a flash of light or anything
>That was a huge dragonfly
>With a Crystal clear body
>Faster than a lightning bolt
>Its spotted us
>I speed up to the maximum speed
>Fuckin 75mph
>Shit SHIT SHIT 
>"Sylva stay on your toes, theirs something flying really fast in the air"
>She looks at me then starts to chant
>Chanting in that chittering harsh grating demon tongue of hers
>And then she presses her hand on the bus
>"This spell should make us invisi....."
>Something Bumps our rear
>its one of those invisible giantflies
>that massive gaping maw of his spouts a whispy tendril.
>I keep my eyes on the road
>Sylva shoots out a fire bolt at it
>It turns to a crisp
>I hear the crackling of its burnt flesh from here
>"PSYCHO I KNOW WHAT THESE THINGS ARE!"
>Thank God for that at least
>"IF YOU CAN GO TWICE AS FAST WE CAN MAKE IT OUT ALIVE BEFORE MORE OF THEM SWARM US"
>DAMN IT

>We're so screwed
>The gas pedals already pressed to the floor
>I look to the left and the right
>I see more of those shimmers of light coming towards us
>The kids are panicking, scrambling around and huddling around each other
>I see terror in their blind eyes
>Pure terror in their unseeing eyes
>I look back to Sylva
>"CANT YOU DO SOMETHING?"
>Sylva is looking out of the rear door of the bus, looking around for more
>"I might have overreacted..."
>....
>You bitch
>You fuckin bitch
>You had me worried
>"Pull over to a stop"
>....
>WHAT
>WHAT THE EVERLIVING FU...
>She has a plan
>Hopefully it doesn't involve sacrificing the children
>Wouldn't be opp...
>yes I would be opposed to it
>Eyes on the road
>Theres nothing in front
>Shit shit shit shit shit shit
>"What the FUCK is your plan?"
>The kids are screaming louder and louder
>My bloods boiling
>Shit I feel the blood pounding in my skull
>Im losing my patience
>FINE
>"FINE FINE FINE IM PULLING OVER"
>I start to slow down the bus
>It'll take awhile
>I shoot my glance to my left and right
>Fucking bug creatures
>I see them flickering in the sky
>You can hardly see 'em in the sky
>I've slown to a crawl and a full stop
>I hear one of those giant see through bugs zoom past us
>The wind almost lifted the bus off of the ground
>Shit they are big
>Wingspan must be the size of this bus
>I get out of my seat, and pull the charging handle back on my Mac10
>I move to the back of the bus and nod at Sylva
>She nods back
>"These things are used to chasing their prey....I figured if we just stay still and invisible then these things will move along after that in search of souls to steal."
>Steal souls..?
>"What are these things Sylva?"
>Sylvas shifts her glance away from me and back to the giantfly burning in the distance
>"They come from a land renown for its magical beasts"

>I take a seat near to my guns, Sylva looks around as the children huddle around her
>Shes hugging several of them, comforting them and telling them it will be alright
>They've been squealing and hollering for half an hour now
>Its a wonder that I haven't killed them
>I would've had it not been for Sylva
>Something in me has stopped
>Or changed rather
>Emanuel and the Redhead kid are tucked in front of the seat besides me
>Clever kids those two
>They were right next to the guns, Right next to me and farthest away from where the giantfly attacked
>I look at both at them and nod
>I guess to acknowledge them
>They both nod back and sit back in their seats
>Smart kids
>I tilt my head back to Sylva
>"Tell me more Sylva. Tell me about these things."
>Sylvas nurturing trance has been broken, she looks at me with a darkened expression on her face
>"Its a land far to the east of the mountains where the Devils make their home, A forest guarded by powerful clans and societies that hunt the beasts of this forest"
>She stretches out her hand with fingers clawed, clutching the air.
>"The ringed forest..."
>She looks around through the bus windows, Im stuck fascinated by this tale of that new world
>"Its a land of mythical beasts and dragons, as they were during the beginning of time. A forest made for Gods or beings strong as them, I've read about that accursed forest. We traded with the hunters there. They called them sky...." She trails off.
>Shes forgotten their name?
>"Yeah....I've somehow forgotten their name...They would sell us hides, shells, bones, herbs and spices, rare and legendary things you couldn't get anywhere else."
>She shakes her head, I see that she was drooling
>Disgusting woman
>"So....What about those flying plane bugs outside? What are they?"
>"Oh right."
>Woman
>"They are called the Crystal fliers, the invisible hordes without number, eating everything in their path in the air."
>Wow, Fuckin metal


>Sylva went into this monologue about how their chitinous bones make for beautiful furniture and their blood makes good makeup and yadda yadda yadda
>Blah blah blah blah blah
>Fuckin women its all the same shit
>I've long since tuned out
>She keeps talking
>Some of the kids are eating it up
>I occasionally nod and track the movement of her boobs
>Damn those things move
>Gotta tell her about sports bras or some shit
>More importantly
>I look around at the kids
>There all so different yet I could give less of a shit
>Aside from Emanuel and that ginger kid they aren't all that interesting
>Kinda do that stupid kid shit of being airheaded and full of energy
>Its endearing though
>I look back at Emanuel and the redhead
>"Both of you got glasses right? You aren't totally blind"
>Emanuel
>"Matthias lost his at the school, but I have mine in my backpack underneath the seat."
>"Why dont you wear them if they help you see?"
>Emanuel looks over at the redhead and then back at me
>Kinda nervously
>"Whats wrong kid?"
>He sheepishly speaks up
>"They make me look like a nerd."
>I grin to try and hold back a chuckle
>Fuck im gonna fail
>I chuckle for a couple of seconds
>I look over at Emanuel and he looks quite sad
>Shit man I really shouldnt've done that
>"Well I mean kid, you probably should wear them, besides Im sure they aren't that bad looking."
>Im curious to see how they look like now
>That reminds me
>Shit we gotta get these kids some place to stay
>Its like what? 2pm?
>We gotta get a move on
>Fucking where do we put twelve blind kids to bed
>We still got an thirty minutedrive ahead of us
>I can give it some thought along the road
>That reminds me
>"Hey Sylva, do you think its safe to head out?"
>I break her trance from talking with the kids, she long focused her chatting to the kids
>Whatever they were talking about didn't interest me in the slightest
>Something about the weird dragons of that forest

>Lizard dragons?
>I remember hearing that
>Probably some dumb story shi
>No
>No thats not how that works now
>Sylvas probably describing something that is actually real
>But whats the difference between a regular dragon and a lizard dragon?
>Do they have wings?
>Do they not have wings?
>Whats the difference?
>Fuck if I know
>Shes staring at me
>Shit she was talking to me this entire time
>"...Are you paying attention to my Psycho?"
>Shit uh
>"No"
>Brilliant
>She exhales loudly
>"Yeah yeah its safe to go, dude you really gotta work on your day dreaming problem"
>Its only a problem if I think it is
>its not, Its perfectly fine
>I grab my Mac 10 and tuck it left of the bus drivers seat 
>It fits snugly against the wall and the seat
>I stuff my FN57 into my hoodie pouch, hunch over and start the bus
>Time to roll out
>Gotta figure out a place to shack up the kids
>And a lair for Sylva
>Fuck
>Gotta hit two birds with that shit
>hm
>I go down the highway
>Shit I gotta tell the kids to pull up the windows or the hatebugs will
>Sylva blew the back door off didn't she?
>Or was it the Crystalflies that did that?
>Cant remember
>Well....
>That may or may not be a problem
>as long as we dont run into any hatebugs we'll be goo..
>My cellphone in my pocket is ringing
>What the fu..
>The fucking contact is the skinwalker
>Theres some blood on the phone
>....
>Wait
>That furass took the cellphone out of my pocket
>brute forced the touch combo
>Successfully
>And added me as a fucking contact?
>This guys getting on my nerves
>Im cruising at a chill forty five mph and there aint shit on the road
>Im taking this facetime call, im curious to find out what he wa....
>Hes drinking a Pina Colada or something on the beach
>Fucker is sunbathing with a straw hat and sunglasses
>Posing for the camera and everything
>"Ssso Hhhows it goinnnn Frennnn?"
>He dumps the drink into his mouth
>I am going to skin this skinwalker alive
>What the fuck is this
>Its something out of a cartoon, an anime even
>I see him gagging on the icecubes like a retarded dog
>The alcoholic mixture spews out of the corners of his mouth
>What a gluttonous ass
>"Hey asshole why are you calling me, im driving"
>"Ooohhh Sssssorry!"
>He hangs up on me
>I go back to driving terribly on the barren florida highway system
>Why did I feel the need to make friends with him
>I stuff the phone back into my back pocket
>Eyes on the road nigger
>Eyes on the road
>Things go by for awhile
>I keep on thinking about what would make a good lair for Sylva
>Theres a Catholic school off in the sticks
>Built like a compound ontop of a hill
>Theres a winding road that goes right up to it too
>Might work out for her but
>Idk something feels weird about that
>I saw an angel twice this week
>Once on the surface of the lake
>The other taking care of a church
>And now Im thinking about offering up a Catholic school to be a Devil womans compound
>I feel kind of like a bastard for thinking like that
>It would be nice for the kids though"
>Emanuel and the Redhead are Catholic too so....
>I guess its for them
>Yeah
>Yeah that'll work
>Its aways off from the highway turnoff into the city
>Closing up onto it now
>This is...Abit different
>Theres some cars crashed along it
>Piled up too
>I see that they didn't make it out alive
>There ain't anybody moving in that wreckage
>Gnarled steel and burnt out wreckage
>I see some limbs and torn flesh strewn around that area
>Thank God the kids are blind
>I'll have to drive in from the other entrance though
>I slow down to the a cool ten miles and hour and do a U turn
>The kids all over exaggerate and shout "WOOOOOOOAH" 
>Fuckers are enjoying it 
>Kids never cease to amaze me
>The country music is still playing on the radio
>Boss Hoss is still playing his country it seems
>No rap! No crap!
>Thats what his billboards always said
>Cool guy
>There I see it
>The Catholic highschool

>The schools the same as it was back then
>Stained white paint walls
>Clay tile roofing
>It reminds me of the Spanish buildings of St.Aug
>Looking at this is tough
>I keep thinking about my brother
>Sylvas crowded around by the kids that constantly feel for her presence
>Emanuel and the redhead are looking around vainly with their glasses
>Sight for the blind must be one helluva thing
>They seem collected enough
>I should mentor those kids
>Maybe take'em shooting
>Theres a football field, a baseball field
>Plenty of options for areas to make into ranges
>If we entrench ourselves for long enough I should actually do that
>I lift the two bags of guns and ammo over my shoulder off of the seat of the bust
>These things are getting alittle bit lighter
>Something happened to me when I was covered in that skinwalkers blood
>Something off
>I dont feel like myself
>Im not who I was
>Im not sure if I should tell Sylva
>Shes the only person I would tell anyway
>I look around and pay attention for the sound of a breeze
>I have to watch out for these things, they are totally silent, they just float with the breeze
>Like a vulture using thermals to aid its flight
>Or would they be likened to a falcon?
>...
>No
>No they are chainsaws flying in the wind
>Shredding whatever flesh they find into shreds
>I keep thinking of that bloody skinwalker
>Tufts of fur
>Bleeding sinewy muscle stripped of skin
>Blood puddles and blood puddles
>Pooling along the ground on the side of the road
>It was the most grisly sight
>The worst part
>Those emerald eyes stripped of skin and fur
>It looked like the face of a flayed dog
>Like one of those liveleak videos you'd find
>Well
>I guess thats because he was a flayed dog
>Im kind of glad that he was friendly to me
>He went toe to toe with Sylva after all
>I put a halt to my incessant thoughts
>I plop the guns on a hallway table
>Thud
>Thud
>Its quiet
>The halls of this wonderful school
>Wait
>Theres something I must find out
>Wheres the chapel

>It was connected to the school
>I faintly remember the layout of the school
>it was years ago during orientation
>But its enough to go off of
>I'll go check on that now
>I dont have to worry about Sylva
>I dont have to worry about the kids
>Im going to snoop around
>I can handle whatever I find
>Hm....
>Lets mix things up abit
>I unzip the bag to look at the rifles I looted days ago
>The Underfolder yugo
>The 14.5 AR Pistol
>and the G3
>Forgot to bring mags for the G3
>So that one is on ice for now
>I managed to snag fifteen Pmags for the Yugo though
>Thats what they had on the shelves
>Wish I had all steel mags for this baby
>Its a beautiful gun
>Gorgeous bleached blonde furniture
>Blued steel and a chrome bolt carrier
>Brand spanking new
>I fold up the stock
>FUCK
>Thats gonna need to be lubed up
>its going to stay that way for now
>I pull up a nice and comfy cloth seat 
>Its right next to the window
>I get to see Sylva and the kids play in the grass
>Such a dork for a giant demon woman
>Shes grinning, smiling and laughing as much as any goofass woman
>The kids are having a blast
>Its like nothing happened to them
>School must've been such a hell for them that the apocalypse was an improvement
>Fuckers are really trying to chase her too
>Some are uncoordinated as can be
>Its kinda mocking in a way
>But I guess the kids and Sylva dont see it that way
>Shes not a demon in anyway
>Shes a red angel
>I snap back to the magazines
>and root in the ammunition bag for the M67 ammo that the store had
>The good shit, Non-corrosive new stuff
>Hollow cavity, FMJ 
>Like the 7n6 stuff that used to come in years ago
>I load them in five at a time
>I stop after every mag to check up on the children and Sylva
>Such an irresistible sight
>It melts my cold dead heart
>They are cute as shit
>Both of them
>I go back to loading up the magazines
>Five..Six...Seven...
>Ok I have all that I can possibly carry
>Two in each back pocket
>One in the left front pocket
>One in the hoodie pouch

>And one in the yugo
>I rack that mag into the rifle, flip down the safety and rack the bolt
>Khrack
>Ah
>That satisfying as hell sound
>Damn thats a nice touch
>It echoed in the hallway
>I stand up and hold it to my side
>Time to go door to door
>Somethings bound to have made it residence here
>Well
>Its quiet
>Too quiet
>Something aint right about that
>I gotta scope it out
>For the kids and shit ya' know?
>The squeak of each step of my boots is quite annoying
>Fuck thats annoying
>I hate linoleum floor panelling
>Shit kills foxes or something like that
>I read about it online
>Yeah fuckin fox killing linoleum floor
>Thankfully I've started stepping on carpet as I turn the corner to the classroom wing
>If I recall correctly this includes the library and the chapel is at the end of the hall
>I'll have to check each room for dangerous shit
>First room
>I open the door
>And go left to right aiming with my Ak held in one hand
>There aint shit here
>Well ok
>Time for the second room
>I open the door
>This time I'll use both my hands
>I wave around looking intently around....
>A room full of nothing
>FUCK
>Why can't anything interesting happen!
>This shit SUCKS!
>Wait
>There's clothes slumped over there...
>Better check up on tha....
>There's clothes laying in piles in the seats of the desks
>I check behind the teacher's desk
>Clothes...left in a clumped pile
>I don't like this one bit
>Wha....
>FUCK
>Did everyone else get raptured but me?
>FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
>I lift both my hands to my head
>FUCK!
>The side of the rifle really fuckin hurts!
>That fuckin....KNOB
>HIT MY TEMPLE!
>FUCK
>Ok FUCK
>Stop pacing back and forth
>STOP IT
>STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT
>Why would I see an angel on the lake?
>In the Cathedral?
>Shits weird AF!
>Well I better ignore the other classrooms
>I've got a good idea what's in them anyway
>I bolt out of the classroom and slam the door on the way to the chapel
>I'm pretty sure I broke the hinges on that one
>Maybe
>I fling the door open to the chapel

>Much of the same
>Clothes lumped in neat piles where the bodies once were
>What is this
>I gotta check something else
>I make my way across the pews and go to the tabernacle
>Right next to it lies the clump of priestly robes
>Forgive me father if this improper
>But I have to check something
>I open it slowly
>I try to do this with as much respect as I can
>Sure enough
>The hosts are not there
>I close it 
>What is going on?
>What is this?
>What do I do?
>My shoulders collapse
>Im slumped over solemn as I think about what this could mean
>My minds racing as fast as can be
>What is this?
>What could this mean?
>I never gave much of a damn about religion
>Figured I would get that sorted when I was settled with getting hired on as a Carpenter
>Fuckin put off what was most important I guess....
>I step out and stand right next to the pews
>I look to my left at the first pew
>Should I?
>Fuck it why not
>I go over and genuflect 
>Make the sign of the cross
>And neatly push the clothes of a nun away enough for me to sit
>"Sorry...Sorry"
>Its just her clothes man
>She could care less about them now
>I take a seat
>I place the Ak on the nun clothes
>I then kneel
>Of course with the stupid stand thing
>And I clasp my hands to prey
>I just silently think and listen
>Not a sound
>But I feel at ease
>And then
>it starts to rain
>I hear the drops of rain pelt the clay tile roof
>The sky hasn't darkened at all
>Still, sunshines as it rains
>Typical Florida rain
>Always Calmi....
>My dream of rain
>I give this some thought
>Well
>I guess I am not damned
>I still dream of that calming rain
>I make the sign of the cross, pick up my ak and kick up the knee stand
>FUCK
>That was too loud!
>AAARGH
>I forgot to genuflect! 
>FUCK IT
>NOBODY IS HERE EXCEPT......
>Well ok thats good enough reason
>I bow to one knee and make the sign of the cross
>I shoot up after doing so and briskly stomp out
>I've embarrassed God enough for one day
>Im sure he's tired of my shit for now
>Best get going

>I slam the door open
>I get a feeling that I should go and check on the kids
>Idk maybe its intuition or a hunch
>But I feel the need to go and check up on them and Sylva
>Im sure they are doing alright just..
>Idk better safe than sorry?
>I bolt down the carpeted hallway
>FUCK
>I wipe out once I try to turn the corner on the linoleum floor
>FUCK FUCK FUCK
>MY HIP IT
>Ok it doesn't hurt that bad actually
>I get up and jog abit more slowly towards the front doors
>Make it through the first door
>Then the second and
>I see black dots along the horizon
>Fuck thats not the....
>YEAH NO THATS A SWARM OF THEM ALRIGHT
>I push the front door open with all my might and hold it
>I look to Sylva
>Shes still playing with the kids
>"SYLVA LOOK!"
>I shout as loud as I can, pointing to the sky
>She perks up and sees the bugs
>She grabs all twelve kids in her arms
>And fucking bolts
>Her teeth are bared, I see her green eyes in fear
>The bugs are not too far off
>A two hundred feet or so
>They're being pushed by the wind towards the school
>I hold the door as wide open as I can
>Sylva makes it, squeezing the kids in as painlessly as she can manage
>Some kids squeel and some get out of her grasp
>She pulls them back into the door though
>Fuck they are crying
>I try and pull it closed
>Awh fuck its one of those slow close doors
>Shit shit shit shit
>its slowly closing and
>Fuck it lets get through the second door that might be quicker
>I open that one and I yell at the kids and Sylva to get in
>Fuckin Sylva is like a bull in a china shop here
>She pushes the kids in and then she squirms her ass inside
>Im going to have to talk with her about losing some fat off that ass
>Sure it looks great but in situations like these its a fuckin hassle
>Ok the first door is closed and...
>FUCK THEY ARE PELTING ONTO THE GLASS
>They've gotten alot more aggressive since we've been gone!
>I hear their jaws trying to gnaw at the glass
>I hear them biting
>Fuck I hope that'll be enough to hold them off

>I put my two hands on her massive ass and push her through the second door
>Move bitch get out of the way!
>"HEY!"
>She didn't appreciate that
>I step inside and slam the second steel door
>Fuck I hope that'll hold them
>Im panting abit
>Sylva looks saddened
>....Is she unhappy that I manhandled her?
>"Look I dont want to die by your fat ass just yet alright?"
>I should've worded that differently
>Fuck shes even more sad
>"Look its the good type of fat, not the bad type of..."
>"Wait you have to know that you look good right?"
>She looks back and forth
>Nervous, sad and...
>Is she self conscious?
>...
>What?
>Really bitch?
>Really?
>"Sylva you are a Twenty out of ten in my books, Infact I can tell you without a doubt you are the most beautiful woman I will ever see"
>I scratch my head some and look to the walls
>Might be telling her the truth too plainly
>Fuck im not liking this its awkward
>especially me telling her this right in front of the children
>I gland back
>The kids are back to doing stupid kid shit playing together
>Nothing to lose here I guess
>"Really I dont know what type of insane beauty standards you Devil people have but damn, you are the hottest piece of ass i've ever seen."
>I glance back
>Her eyebrows are raised, theres a grin on her face...
>Shes still laying on the floor with her legs stretched out
>Her arms keeping her torso upright
>And she lets out a belly laugh
>"HAHA"
>What the fuck is going on
>Do I choke her?
>"NO Psychomaaaan..."
>That fucking trilling maaaaan shit again
>Cute, endearing and somehow gets on my fucking nerves like nothing else
>Im clenching the grip on my AK
>Just bear it
>"...I was just wondering when you'd grow the balls to touch my butt thats all!!"
>Im clenching my teeth as well
>FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YO....
>Yeah I might actually fuck you
>Infact I think I will tonight
>Yeah definitely going to happen
>"Well that wont be the end of that"
>I give her a smirk
>I think she catches my drift
>And gives a look

>We stare at each other for quite sometime
>Her eyes locked with mine
>I've tuned out the kids
>Something about her makes my heart melt
>its something unsettling
>Something foreign and unknown
>I dont want to strangle her anymore
>I want her to be mine
>Thank God the kids can't see
>They wouldn't know what was going on
>Why does Mr.Psycho have a stick in his pants?
>Why are they just staring at each other?
>Hm
>Im fucking hungry, I haven't had shit to eat ever since the Old man fixed me up a sandwich
>I really want a fucking sandwich
>"Hey Sylva make me a sandwich"
>It breaks her tranced gaze, her face perks up in curiosity
>She must be thinking about the meaning of the phra....
>"Sure thing....Darling..."
>Oh she know....
>She knows by the way she said that
>She must've picked that knowledge from eating brains
>Im really getting hungry
>I was always like that
>Shes bounding over to the cafeteria
>Air smells
>Perfumed
>Like cinnamon 
>It smells nice
>Nice as can be in fact
>One of those little shits must've lit a candle
>Where are they...
>They're all in the main hall clutching their backpacks like sleeping bags
>Emanuel is playing his nintendo switch
>I can faintly hear bing bing wahoo noises erupting out of that slab of plastic
>Cant really get wifi anymore
>Internets cutoff
>Otherwise I'd have shown 'em stalker
>He might as well play a game that'll be somewhat relevant to his new life
>Fuck...
>Wheres my sandwich Sylv....
>Speak of the devil and she shall appear
>There she is briskly walking, the floor pounding with each footstep
>And shes carrying a plate full of sandwiches
>Four or five of them
>Must've been pubby sandwiches in the freezer for the employees or something
>She leans over and stretches the platter down for me
>"Here you are Psychomaaan"
>Good Lord im starving
>"Thanks so much you beautiful red woman!!!"
>"I grab one off the platter, tear off its paper packaging and start ramming it into my mouth
>Chicken tendies...
>I grab the plate from her
>And I start walking towards the main hall table, sandwich half and sandwich plate in hand
>I set it down, take another monstrous bite from it
>Gulping down barely chewed tendies
>"Woah, hey Psychoooo you must've been really hungry!"
>I glance back
>Such a heartfelt but embarrassed look on her face
>"You should've mentioned something to me earlier Im sure we could've pulled over to one of those 'publixs' "
>I wharf down the last bit of that sandwich half and tear into the second halves packaging
>I stop for abit to answer her question
>Im not like that asshole skinwalker
>"Yeah I guess I was in the moment, you know? I get in one of those moments where I gotta think about something."
>"That doesn't sound very healthy"
>I get back to gorging myself
>"No its." I take some time to actually chew my food "its no."
>I chomp down again
>"Not. But I am what I am"
>I finished the last bite
>I need something to drink
>I look around to the kids resting on their backpacks
>One of those shits must have a soda tucked in their packs
>Shit man where are they going to sleep now?
>Days drawing to a close, Its damn near four O'clock
>Better get them ready to go to bed while we still can
>Fuck twelve kids
>Idk they aren't mine that's the problem
>I guess that I can think of them as practice
>I shift my gaze away from the ripped sandwich half package in my hand and point at the little shits with a knife hand
>"Those kids need a fuckin bed, Got any ideas Sylva?"
>I eye Sylvas facial expressions
>She really wants to talk or do something with me
>More of that doing thing
>"We're also going to have to make one of those mattress platforms for the two of us, that was comfy as fuck last night slept like a rock"
>She giggles and puts her hands over her mouth
>"No seriously you Devils know a thing or two about mattresses, like I dont know how you did it but your sense in sleeping hardware is top notch."
>I unwrap another sandwich and snicker, shaking my head side by side
>"Pillow mountain man"
>My snickering stops and becomes a chuckle
>"You know that was the funniest shit I've seen in a long time..."
>I wave my hand her direction
>"....You are a thing of beauty Sylva, some of the shit you do is just...."
>I lightly slap my knee with my left hand
>"So....So over the top and its cool as can be really I really like that about you."
>I go over to look at her
>Shes blushing redder than her skin
>Her cheekbones are so red they are purple!
>I made the demon woman blush
>"Y-you know thats about the most loving said somebody has said to me right"
>Alright im getting distracted, we gotta get beds for the little shits
>"Sylva, focus...How are we going to get beds for the little shits?"
>She looks back at the tykes
>"I could conjure something up now that I know how they are made but...."
>"Honestly it would be easier on me if you went out and got them from somewhere..."
>Bitch I'm exhausted and hungry...
>"Sylva could you please do it?"
>She rubs the back of her giving me a pensive glance
>"Yeah..Yeah ok I'll do it...I'll do it Psychoman....BUT"
>She points at my head with her index finger then right at my chest
>"YOU are going to have to drag my ass to the bed I'll make for us after I'm done with the children"
>There might be something implied here
>Yea I think I understand her loud and clear
>I give her the wave of my hand
>"Sure sure, I'll help your ass out"
>She launches out of her seat, gripping her hands tightly by her side
>Full of vim and vigor aren't you Sylva?
>"So...How do you go about making them with magic?"
>I stare into blank eyes
>"Alchemy is.....Complicated...""
>She grasps her chin looking downward, pondering in thought to that question...
>"Im not sure I could even answer it in English its..."
>"I have to take the energy from one thing..."
>"...And put it into a new thing and into that same things form."
>She throws her hands up in the air
>"Yeah I guess that works well enough for you as a human."
>Is that an insult...?
>I rub the back of my head
>" I appreciate the explanation Sylva..."
>Im sure she didn't mean it like that
>"So how long will it take you?"
>She puts a finger to her mouth, her eyes gazed up looking left to right and right to left
>"Couple of hours at least..."
>But she throws up her hands
>"But I'd have to be too tired to walk after doing something like this..."
>She stares at me in objection
>She really wants my ass to go out into the hellzone and get beds for these little shits
>Just....Just...
>"Its fine I'll be able to carry you"
>Will you?"
>"Sure"
>And with that she turns around, calls the kids to the classroom wing and I hear the calls of incantations begin
>Demonic gobble di gook 
>I'm going to go back to my tendie subs
>They are all...
>Tendie subs
>I give a quick prayer to God
>"Thank you God for letting a demon into my life"
>God doesn't hear that one everyday Im sure.
>Irrelevant
>I make the sign of the cross and then chow down
>Hours pass, after the subs I snooze off
>"I cured you on the lake"
>I heard that in my sleep
>I wake up to that sound, and to Emanuel tugging my hoodie sleeve
>"Sylva wants you real bad Mister"
>Kid kid kid
>I know 
>”Tell her she'll have to wai....”
>Oh she needs my help rolling her ass into bed
>I kinda want to see her handiwork
>After I'm done carrying her to bed I'll have to see

>I put my hands on my knees and sluggishly rise myself to go do what must be done
>Slinging my rifle over my back I walk some distance forward
>Wait
>I look over my shoulder to where I laid down for a map
>I’ve left a nice pile of paper trash, tendies and bread crumbs on the glass table
>Theres some oil stains along the armchairs
>Shit its dusk, the suns almost set
>I really did a number on this tendies
>Should I clean up my mess?
>Nah
>Nah let the kids do it
>The little shits are going to be Sylvas “henchmen” anyway
>They might as well get some practice in their soon to be profession
>Though
>Im not sure what she means by that
>”Henchmen”
>Was it even henchmen?
>I dunno
>Fuck it I gotta go check out Sylvas handiwork
>I’ve made my way to the classroom hallway, the squeaking of the linoleum flooring stops as I start to walk on its carpeted floors.
>I look to my left and right
>Just drab white walls, occasionally a piece of artwork or a hallway picture of a classrooms end of year photo finds its place along this long hallway stretch
>Emanuels walking as quickly as his fat mexican legs can go
>”Hey Kid wheres Sylva?”
>”Shes uh...Shes at the last classroom”
>He sniffles abit and adjusts his glasses
>What a nerd
>I stop for abit, Emanuels continuing to waddle his way to Sylva
>I want to check her handiwork
>I peep through the glass window of the classroom door
>Wowzers
>It looks totally transformed
>In the middle of the classroom is a large bed, a king sized at least.
>Billowy fluffed white blankets, four large pillows, all held up on a iron frame
>I can’t make out all the details from this narrow slit of glass.
>But it looks like she did a good job.
>One of the children is tucked in, can’t make out who it is but whoever it is is playing the nintendo switch
>I better go and see whats wrong with Sylva
>I finally make my way down the hallway to the final room
>She finished her work, but at what cost
>Sylva lies head first planking on the floor next to the bed
>The devil bitch conked out after finishing her work
>Dedicated, but damn this is tough.
>I can’t just leave her ass on the floor
>But how the fuck am I going to move her to her bed?
>”She made a bed for herself right Emanuel?”
>Emanuel has propped himself up along the open door frame
>I hear some wheezing 
>”Y-yesh Mister”
>Im scratching the left side of my chin with my right hand
>How the fuck am I going to move this massive piece of red ass to her bed…
>...Where the fuck is her bed?
>”Where did she make her room Emanuel?”
>His wheezing subsides
>Sylvas gotta help him work off his weight
>Can’t have unfit henchmen or some shit
>”...The library Mister…”
>Fuck thats…
>Fuck thats all the way near the front
>Sylva….
>WHY COULDN’T YOU WORK FROM THE BACK TO THE FRONT
>I grip the left side of my chin
>Fuck how am I going to do thi….
>I just drag her ass
>At least six hundred pounds of demon ass
>Well ok fine
>Yeah I guess that works
>It’ll be a chore but I can do it.
>”Hey Kid did Sylva make you a spare sheet?
>I’ll have to roll her onto a spare sheet or some shit
>dont want her ass getting rug burns.
>Emaneul waddles his ass over to the other side of his bed
>He yanks off the top cover, leaving the pristine down blanket exposed
>I pull off the lower sheet and lay it along Sylvas back
>Sylva is unresponsive
>She just let it happens shes out cold
>If shes conscious shes just barely
>Now for the hard part
>I wrap the sheets around her ankles
>I'll drag her from there and
>Yeah ok its time to flip Sylva
>I walk around to her wings
>They are folded up nicely
>Shit I hope I dont injure them
>Wait no
>Im going to have to drag her head first
>By her shoulders
>Fuck thats going to be even harder
>Well...
>Better flip her over
>I stance my legs out, Lean forward and try to find something to grip onto 
>There ain't shit but her belly
>Well that'll have to do
>I grab on and pull
>after her body thuds on the ground and I fall onto my ass I hear her whimper abit
>Shit that must've hurt

>I’ve managed to wheel her around
>Gripping her by front of her shoulders 
>Man those boobs just fuckin jiggle
>I heave and ho
>and those things go back and forward
>Im halfway there
>Can’t pop a boner while doing this type of shit
>Im almost there, Can’t fuckin stare
>The kids are all quite as a mouse
>RGGH
>I heave again
>RGGH
>And again
>RGGH
>Doing my best to not look at Sylvas breasts
>Shit I gotta tell her about wearing a bra one of these days
>I’ve almost made it to the library
>I stop my usual pacing to catch my breath
>Panting, panting
>I look over at those gigantic knockers
>Shit those things just….
>I look up and down the hallway
>Not here
>I drag her to the library, Reinvigorated and renewed
>A niggas got needs
>And I'm sure Sylva wouldn’t mind what I'm about to do
>I haul her to the foot of the bed, I’ve hauled her half way onto the bed
>I sit down on the bed, catching my breath
>Shits big, She cleared out eight or so tables just for this massive bed
>Sylva likes her massive beds, I look over my shoulder to check up on her
>Shes opened her eyes now, looking directly at me
>Silently, still tired
>I figured she wants what she wanted earlier on today
>Well…
>Best give her what she wanted.
>The night was nice, I made sure to lock the doors
>I didn't want the kids to walk in on...
>What I had done
>Was that the right thing to do?
>Would Sylva give a shit?
>I have no idea what her people think of what I did
>I shot into her before anyway
>In the mall and now in the library
>Shes gathered up enough energy to move in her sleep now
>She doesn't look too bad
>Looks like shes having good dreams even.
>I need to go outside for a cigarette
>I put on my gear, chest rig and my trusty dissipator slung over my back
>I have to stay vigilant and guard the kids or some shit 
>Yessiree 
>Thats all Im going out to do. 
>I pull out the Ipod, plug in my headphones 
>And it begins to play on its own >(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_-59f9mgfM&ab_channel=Slan94)

>I don my balaclava even
>I dunno why I wear it when I smoke
>But theres something about it, it calms my mind
>My head compressed, breathing in tobacco smoke
>Feels nurturing, calming, soothing
>Whatever the word is for it, I feel it when I do it
>Im looking out at the dark morning night
>The grass is wicked with dew
>I feel it moisten my boots and tigerstripe pants
>I’m out in the field, looking at the bus
>Shit shouldn’t be too hard to convert to a mobile home
>With Sylvas help she could really doll it up for the two of us
>I really shouldn’t have done that
>Didn’t really make it feel special in anyway
>Im sure she liked it though
>Little signs here and there, she was conscious but tired
>Im sure if it was up to her she’d have destroyed my pelvis that night
>But I dunno
>I like being in charge
>Im almost done with my cigarette
>The ipod has shut off in the middle of the song
>Wait….
>Why did it chose a song by itself?
>My eyes dart left and right
>What could it
>What could it mean?
>I dunno
>I'm not liking it one bit
>There it is…
>That purple glow
>Those portals are
>THOSE PORTALS ARE HERE
>I see one pop up, flashing in and flashing out
>Taking with it a parking sign, and half of the concrete around it with it
>Then another, shearing in half a car then fading out
>Yet another comes close
>SHIT
>I’ve been caught!
>”SYLVA! EMANUEL!”
>I yell as quickly as I can
>I dont want her to think I abandoned her!
>WHY!
>I DIDN’T WANT TO LEAVE FOR A PACK OF SMOKES!
>All around me the purple hellscene mocks me
>I list about in its technicolor void
>Floating, I punch and kick in the air
>THIS FUCKING THING!
>THIS FUCKING THING!
>I WANTED TO BE WITH SYLVA!
>YOU STUPID MAGICAL BULLSHIT!
>FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!
>And then it stops 
>I plop down into a grassy field 
>I roll over and kneel on my hands and knees to vomit 
>FUCK FUCK FUCK 
>WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT 
>It takes awhile, but I vomit up all my tendies 
>I stay there, panting
 >Why.... 
>Why did I have to get taken away
>I stand up, and look about, I yoink back the charging handle of my AR
>This isn't some kind of grass
>Cane or bamboo of somekind
>Barely comes up to my navel
>The little leaves and coloration of the stalks gives it away
>Its some sort of bamboo
>Where the fuck
>Where the fuck am I?
>....
>Im where Sylvas kind comes from
>The new world
>Fantasia
>Elves, dwarves and the like most certainly here
>I know for a fact that goblins are from here
>Greenskin niggers the lot of them
>There isn't a soul in sight
>Well
>As far as I can see
>Admittedly its pretty damn dark
>I have no fucking idea where to go
>I just have my pack of cigarettes and...
>Shit what else do I have
>I have...
>I pat down my chest rig all over
>Six forty rounders, plus the betamag in my rifle
>The FN57 and the 357 revolver
>Four moonclips for the revolver
>Four mags for the FN57
>Three packs of Camel turkish silvers
>Two bags of beef jerky in my back pouch
>A can of Zero Ultra in my hoodie
>My Med kit
>And the fuckin Ipod
>....
>I should consult the damn thing
>Its advice hasn't failed so far
>Its help netted me Sylva and saved my ass
>Fuck it, the ipod has my trust
>I open it up
>And theres a couple of options
>But they are all...
>Odd
>Hearty, lively and healthy
>.....What the fuck does this mean?
>What the fuck do I do here and what the fuck do you mean by this Ipod?
>Uh.....
>FUCK I DUNNO WHY NOT LETS GO WITH HEARTY
>I click it
>...
>(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rx-yE6cvtiM&ab_channel=WoWMusicGuru)
>...
>...What is this it sounds oddly familiar...Wait is it...
>Is it the fucking warcraft tavern music?
>What kind of dogshit is this ipod? 
>Seriously
>I hate WoW
>After WOTLK it just fell of a cliff
>Did you have to rip open this old ass wound huh?
>I better get some good beer out of this
>The dwarves better make good beer.
>They fuckin better
>I know its only a matter of time before some shit happens and I get looped into some dwarvish tavern or some shit
>Ok
>Well uh...
>I guess I just wait

>I crouch down in the long bamboo grass
>Shit this ain't gonna work it covers my view
>I gotta stay vigilant, I have no idea what the fuck lives in this area or what the fuck lives in this grass
>I only care if it wants to kill my ass
>Well idk
>I hate goblins and niggers
>if its either of the two its gonna get put down
>Fuck 'em
>Took my fuckin dog
>I avert my gaze from staring along the horizon to the ground
>I take a handful of dirt to give it a sniff
>Its moist
>Its rained recently, but not too recent
>Three days ago at the most
>Its sandy
>Poor soil, its grey and brown
>Just like Florida
>I turn my gaze back to the horizon
>I must look like a tiger in a nature documentary
>Well I mean, I obviously don't look like a tiger
>The tigerstripe, the...
>Yeah yeah ok I get it
>The dwarvish tavern music is still playing
>Where the fuck are the dwarves magical ipod?
>Huh?
>Theres just the swaying of the grass....Bamboo
>Bamboo grass
>Well theres some trees off in the distance on the hill over there
>Thats aways off
>A mile or so?
>Its a pretty fucking big tree, Some sort of Oak
>Yeah I guess I will go off in that direction
>I keep looking around
>Left to right
>Right to left
>Left to right
>Right to left
>Nothing but the swaying grass...bamboo
>No wait
>Theres a road, It was covered up by the bamboo grass
>Its to the left, curving in and out of the field
>I wouldn't have seen it if it wasn't in a depression
>I'm on a mound, a plateau of bamboo grass
>Its not too far off from the actual ground it seems
>Still....
>I wanna go see whats near this tree
>It takes awhile to get there
>I could barely see shit because its night
>Well actually now that I think about it
>My nigh vision has improved
>Its about as good as it was when I was a kid
>Shit
>What the fuck is that all abo....
>Right
>The skinwalker blood
>Got that shit all over me and ever since then...
>I've changed abit
>Sharper teeth
>Greener eyes
>Wait
>I look through the holosun
>They glow abit
>Faintly
>What the fuck

>Huh...
>Well shit alright 
>It hasn't changed much anyway
>Fuck it 
>I've been thinking about it as I've hiked up the hill to the tree
>I've been less crazy
>I've been able to converse with people without wanting to kill them
>Shit, I've been able to be around screaming idiot children
>Hell, I did something good to them, I ferried all twelve of their asses to their new home
>...
>What happened to me?
>Here it is
>The tree
>Its an Oak alright
>Massive as can be
>A live oak, its branches are splayed out all around it
>They grew too heavy for it to support upright
>This ones about to die I reckon
>The center has split
>It'll take decades, shit maybe half a century for it to die
>Thats what happens when these things crack from underneath their own weight
>Idk
>I was going somewhere with all that
>But fuck it
>I decide to look around the horizon
>The suns starting to come up,
>Theres lit torches along the road I saw in the morning night
>More likely than not those are the dwarves the Ipod wanted me to go to
>Fuck it, Imma free man
>I don't need to listen to the calling of some magical mp3 player
>I did well enough on my own without it before I got it
>...
>LOL NO I DIDN'T
>I was livin in a fuckin van! A damn near homeless fuck scrounging for change and a job!
>Wow
>Shit Im doing pretty darn good now
>I am useful
>I am in my element
>I have a girlfriend
>Well
>Idk maybe I still will have a girlfriend
>Knowing Sylva she would probably be happy that I did
>That bitch is a freak
>Shit I'm lucky
>Shit I gotta get back
>I shift my gaze away from the line of torch carrying dwarves
>They've nearly faded out from my sight over the horizon
>I wonder what happens now
>Theres something near the tree
>Covered in roots and dead bamboo shoots
>Wait what the fuck is this thing
>Its..Tank shaped..
>Maaaaybe..?
>I dont have anything to clear it
>I lift myself up on its treads
>And start to tear away at the side of it
>Olive tank paint
>A dull red star
>Its a soviet tank?
>Maybe a T34?

>I blink three or four times
>Huh
>Huh
>Why the fuck is there a tank in the middle of fantasy land?
>I grasp ahold of roots growing around it, tearing them off to get a better look at the treads
>Its not rusted
>As much as I know it looks like its in good working order
>No...
>No the treads are broken up front
>This tank is going nowhere
>I climb up top and look around
>The morning sun illuminates the land
>The enormity of it
>It stretches for what must be hundreds of miles into the distance
>Huge plains of bamboo grass, patches of forests and
>A wall of massive trees on the horizon
>I look to where the dwarves were heading
>Sure enough, it looks like theres a village in that direction
>If those plumes of smoke are anything to go by
>Still...I should look in this tank
>Theres something about this tank
>Why is it here?
>I sling my rifle to my back and grasp ahold of the hatch
>It...It wont budge
>HRRRRgh
>I feel my muscles tense up as I pull with my hands and push with my feet
>Finally it opens
>Shit shit
>Ok I got my balance back
>And damn
>Damn does it stink
>lead paint, rotting wood and burnt electronics
>I cover my nose
>Now that stings
>I clasp my nose with my right hand
>Ok well...
>No hold on this might be a bad idea
>Wait...Theres something in there
>A rifle?
>Its previous owner is holding it
>A skeleton in a soviet uniform
>What type of rifle is it?
>I stick my feet in and worm my way inside
>Grabbing it I make my way out of the tank
>Its...Its a semi auto?
>Wait hold on what are these called again?
>Oh!
>Its a SVT 40!
>But theres something off about it
>The stock hasn't rotten, its pitch black like bog oak
>The steel is knotted, like a damascus mask, gnarled and twisted
>Well uh...I guess it wouldn't hurt to try it out
>I pull the bolt back
>An empty case flies out
>I release the bolt
>And it chambers a round
>Well so far so good
>I shoulder it
>And aim to the nearest tree
>I pull the trigger
>And a lightning bolt strikes the tree
>Huh
>Bullets dont do that

>I drop the rifle and cusp my ears
>FUCK
>FUCK THAT WAS LOUD
>after a moment, I recollect myself and  grab the rifle off the ground and swirl it around
>My ears still ringing from the loud crack of the thunderbolt
>What
>The
>Fuck
>Was that
>Ok...uh....
>Well lets shoot it again
>Fuck it maybe that was a fluke
>I look up into the sky
>Not a cloud in sight
>Beautiful
>Cerulean
>Clear blue sky
>But not a damn cloud in sight why the fuck did a thunderbolt strike that tree
>WHY
>Ok here it goes!
>I shoulder my rifle and look down the sights
>Theres the tree and...
>I pull the trigger
>Another bright flash of a lightning bolt
>Its blinding
>Its deafening
>It strikes the tree again
>And the loud ringing comes back in my ears
>FUCK
>FUCK FUCK FUCK
>Thats loud!
>Ok..
>So this rifle shoots lightning bolts because....
>Reasons?
>Magic?
>Guess I cant explain shit on this one
>I look back at the tank
>So
>So the tank was teleported here some long ass time ago
>More than eighty years ago
>The tank itself isn't enchanted
>The passenger inside died sometime before, during or after arriving to fantasy land
>And the rifle is enchanted
>Theres gotta be some other shit inside that tank
>I should check it out, this SVT still needs ammo to shoot lightning bolts
>I guess?
>Idk maybe I haven't tried that out
>I'll try that later
>I want to root around inside the tank for abit
>Battery acid smell be damned!
>It might be a good place to use as a base if I can clear out the toxic smell
>And the dead commie skeleton
>I sling the rifle over my shoulders and walk over to the tank hatch
>I look around for something to clear out the tank with
>Huh well there ain't shit here I can do that with
>Can't make a fan with these thin ass bamboo leaves
>Could make a broom from them
>Though not a particularly good one I imagine
>Hm
>Might have to stop by the dwarves anyway
>The Ipod hath spoken after all
>I start chucking shit out the hatch
>Ammo crates
>Commie skeleton
>I find twenty more rounds

>all around the commie skeleton
>fuck I am going to have to look through the commies rotten ass clothes for more rounds
>Hm
>I'll do that later, im focused on what I need to do 
>Housekeepiiiiiing!
>Or ergh
>Tankkeeping?
>Questions for later
>I find the source of the battery acid smell
>A large ass battery
>I chuck it out the hatch
>I find a bayonet that goes nicely with the SVT40
>It was crammed into the drivers side controls
>Right in the floor pedals
>It didn't damage anything machine related but
>I dont think this thing is going to move around anytime soon
>Not that it needs to
>Its just going to be a home away from home
>Once I can get some cleaning supplies for this...
>It'll be where I sleep until I can get back home
>What am I doing
>I am getting distracted
>I need to get back to Sylva and the kids
>They need my help, I cant get distracted in this fantasy land
>Hatebugs, giantflies, murlocs oh my
>The inside is dingy, yellow stained titanium white inside, grey pedals and pumps in the front, a flat space in the back.
>Where the ammo crates were
>Its more space than I had in my Chevy Astro
>Might be able to find a mattress in the dwarf town
>But fuck! 
>Thats going to be quite a walk
>I crawl up on out of the tank, The hatch provided enough light to see the interior
>But I will need some lights
>Some candles perhaps?
>Wait
>What am I an art hoe?
>I dust off my hands and place the SVT40 in the tank
>Its stayed there for eighty years
>It'll be safe there for now 
>I look around to spot the edge of the road to the dwarf town
>Its aways off
>It'll take me all day to get there
>I dont even have money for what I need
>I'll have to get some money somehow
>Gotta ask around for tips for where the portals are
>Maybe I'll get lucky and find a place where they are popping up

>Maybe I'll find some cool shit to bring back Sylva and the kids
>Maybe maybe maybe
>But I best get going on that road
>A lonesome man walking a stretch of lonesome road
>How poetic
>It'll take all day to get there
>But Its where im going
>And I best get started
>One step after the other
>An hour passes and I get to the road
>Another six pass as I finally spot the dwarf village
>I check my watch
>3:14 pm
>I still have a ways to go
>Its not a town by any means
>Theres about forty two story houses
>A forge, a stables, a Marketplace grounds and what looks like a brewery
>Typical
>What did I expect?
>a dry dwarf town?
>A thought crosses my mind
>There are no niggers in Fankasia
>None, zip zilch
>No niggers
>Im not sure this is true
>But I'd like to think that this is the case
>This town more than likely is going to be fun to stay in
>Can't imagine the dwarves acting niggerish
>I get to the outskirts of the town
>And there I see my first dwarf
>He is abit shorter than I am
>If it wasn't for my unfamiliar garb I am sure that he would recognize me as one of his own kind
>He has a massive beard that stretches to his belly
>He is talking to me in a unfamiliar tongue
>"Hey I can't understand you"
>He puts his finger to his lips and a curious look strikes across his face
>He speaks
>"Now thats a tongue I haven't hear in a long time! Helmspeech is rare around these parts!" he says, wagging his finger towards me, stamping his left foot
>Is that a dwarvish thing to do? Whats this all about?
>Whats this about Helmspeech?
>"W-whys that?" I ask in confusion, what the fuck is Helmspeech?
>"Wait a second laddy, wheres your beard? Yer a dwarf aren't ya? Why arentcha speakin dwarvish?" his brow furls and looks distrustfully at me
>"N-no I am a human, I just got here from one of those portals......Do you know what I am talking about?"
>He looks up to the sky
>"OH!" he slaps his belly and knife hand gestures at me with both his hands
>"I heard about those through pidgeon mail!"
>I stand there looking at this joking dwarf
>Whats pidgeon mail, why did he think I am a dwarf, why is english called "helmspeech"
>Ok let me process this...
>The first ones probably some carrier pidgeon mail system, like that gay shit in Game of thrones I guess
>The second ones because I am a manlet, while its nice to stare at someone in the eyes right now I'd rather not be reminded of this
>And the third ones entirely lost on me.
>This dwarf is still pounding his belly
>This gives me an idea
>"Hey are you hungry or something? I could go for a bite to eat if you are up for it."
>A sapphire gleam brightens through his eyes, shining through the long eyelashes of this pudgy dwarfs face
>"Oooooh YES! Laddy you read me mind! Come 'ere!" He grabs me by the shoulder and starts leading me along
>I grit my teeth and bear through it, calm calm calm calm
>"W-where are we going Dwarf?!?"
>"TO THE FATTENED SOW!"
>That has to be a tavern name
>Im one hundred percent positive thats a tavern name
>And lo and behold what do you know its a tavern name
>It took abit, ten minutes of lead through their read brick roads, they have some sort of slate cemented roads as sidewalks, there were horses lashed out front, carriages and wagons sped the way through the wide roads
>It was quite a flashback in time, looks almost like a western movie
>Not quite though, all the buildings are unique and european in shape and form.
>Slate roofs with patches of technicolor moss
>walls covered in a titanium white panels with dark oaken wood supports
>This is a type of middle german house.
>No, not quite
>The floor plan turned out to be entirely different
>The dwarfs grip is tight around the nape of my neck
>I've tried to distract from this as best as I can
>Get your hand off of me you shit
>We walk through the tavern doors, wide swinging iron framed doors splint with forged supports.
>I imagine they made it to last through the rowdiness of dwarven patrons
>The dwarves eating at the fattened sow are all wear some sort of woolen tunic with tarnished copper buckles, their breeches fitted with many pockets
>They all have different wear and tear on their hands and faces, some have soot stained clothes, others have scorched hairs on their heads, some appear to have wood shavings clinging to their beards
>These are a industrious people, like the fantasy novels depict them as.
>And wow
>The smell
>Roasted pig
>the beer is intoxicating even from here
>I'll have to watch my ass, I will get rowdy if I drink and I need to get some info on cleaning supplies and portals
>The barkeep would probably be able to tell me all about it
>The dwarf is still leading me on, we're going right to the stools
>There is so much wood
>Everything is made out of a dark oaken wood, all of it braced by dark wrought iron
>The chandeliers glow with a ethereal blue flame, I count eight different chandeliers with ten or so of these burning candles
>Stained glass windows along the walls allow for some light to shine in
>I find myself forced to sit next to the dwarf, he is quite strong for his size
>Though I think that I might be almost as strong as he
>He lacks finesse
>"Say Dwarf, I didn't ask you your name back there."
>He is waving his hand in this flopping motion, calling out to this well proportioned dwarfish woman
>I like this dwarf
>I tap his shoulder with a clenched fist, using some force to get his attention
>He snaps too and looks at me shocked then blankly
>"Ooh! Was there something ya needed laddy?" He puts his finger over his lips again
>What is wrong with dwarves?
>I rest my elbow on the table
>"Yeah I'd like to know your name, The name is...."
>I trail off and then say it "Psycho..."
>Fuck it lets keep up the larp, its fitting
>"Oh, well Psycho the name is Rhoin! Im the cities watch maker!"
>Watch maker? Oh now thats an interesting profession.
>"That takes quite the finesse to do that work Rhoin, how long have ya been doing that?"
>"Hm....About fifty years or so!"
>Thats quite sometime
>I look at him in disbelief
>"Fifty years or so? Really?"
>He's gotten the attention of the female bartender
>Quite beautiful, no beard but still hairy arms.
>Not my type, I like my women red and massive
>Like my beer I guess
>Gosh I...
>I want to get back to them
>Rhoins been talking with her in their dwarvish speech
>"Oh uh....Rhoin can you get me a red beer with some pork chops please?"
>Rhoins face lights up in total shock
>"....Ya sure laddy?"
>My eyes shift left and right
>Something ain't right about how he said that
>But fuck it I wanna see what he means by this
>"Yes I am Rhoin"
>He looks at the waitress, who gives me a look 
>"Are all ya humies this brave?"
>What have I done
>Oh this is a good time to change the subject
>"Hey Rhoin, I need to get a Job, some cleaning supplies and the whereabouts on areas with portal activity."
>He is guzzling down beer and then takes a bite out of a type of long pork sandwich
>"Whw-well"
>He finishes his bite and then starts to talk again
>"Well laddy the first two are simple enough"
>he points to a long placard, it spans the entirety of the bear hall, an ornamental dragons tail made of brass snakes along the length of it
>Notes scribbled, stamped and well written dot and pinned to it are all along the quest board
>"Thats the odd job board, you can take anything there....Bounties...Rescue missions..."
>No fucking thanks
>"...Deliveries..."
>Fuck no
>"....and hunting quests..."
>Fuck yea
>"Are all there.."
>He then moves back to the waitress, who surely enough brings my glass of "Red" with her
>She plops it down and they converse in their coarse and oddly orderly dwarvish tongue
>"Oh she'll help you with the cleaning supplies herself..."
>Nice
>Its good to be able to make friends with these dwarves so quickly
>Maybe its a height thing?
>Idk
>Manlets unite
>"....And for the portals you'll have to speak to the high elves that have come around town, they'll know about it"
>Elves? High elves?
>"Whats the story on them Rhoin?" I ask, The barmaid hands me a pint of a blood red beer. I take a sip as I wait for a response.
>I start to feel odd
>Energized and mentally aware
>Theres something else in this beer besides alcohol
>Rhoin is chatting it up with the barmaid, she occasionally passes me over with a glance
>You slut Im already taken
>I prod Rhoins shoulder with my clenched fist, he flinches and looks back at me.
>His cheerful mannerisms are quite disarming, but I need to know what dogshit I am stepping in here with the elves
>"Im a newcomer to these parts man, I'd like to know whats their deal before I go visit them.."
>Rhoin stretches and rubs the back of his head, shifting his gaze down into the bottom of his beer.
>"Ya know laddy that might not be the best thing for you to do as you are a human after all..."
>I give him a blank stare, well go on why would that be a bad idea?
>"Why?"
>"I've only just arrived here, why would it be a bad idea?"
>Rhoin gazes back at me tightens his facial muscles and sighs
>Oh this'll be a doozy, he doesn't look too happy
>"You know the tongue you speak? Helmspeech? The name refers to a great human Sorcerer champion that was said to fall down to earth from the heavens."
>"Go on"
>Rhoin shifts his gaze left and right, checking for the elves I presume.
>"The legend goes that this was one of you humans, but from somewhere else and in a different time...Others say he was an exiled Son of a God. All that we know was that he came down from the heavens with a single black helm, fully formed as a giant warrior but with the mind of a child. It was said that his imbecility was the result of landing directly on his head, he wore a pitch black helmet all his life...But this couldn't stop him, he formed a band of outcast and lowly humans and raised the first human kingdom far to the lands of the south"
>This reminds me of the tales of Gilgamesh almost.
>Who was this Black helm?
>What did he do to the elves?
>Rhoin gets noticeably discomforted by this talk
>His eyes tense up and his fists tense up
>"Black helm the imbecile, Black helm the revolutionary, Black helm the noble human king....Long good friend of the dwarves of this land..."
>"..I was wondering how you knew helmspeech, Im glad I found you first..."
>His demeanor relaxes
>"It'll be good to have a human friend again...Shall I continue?"
>I gulp down more Red beer, I feel even more electrified...
>Kinda makes me alittle nervous, I grab one of the pork chops and wharf it down...
>Huh...
>I need to watch my drool
>Shits all over the table
>...
>I take some of the napkins left in a basket and wipe it up
>I check my eyes in the mirror
>Bright green
>Its probably nothing
>"Yes, yes please continue Rhoin I need to know about these elves before I talk with them."
>I check my hands
>They are alot more pointed
>Shit I gotta stop drinking this, its doing something to me
>Rhoin doesn't notice me, he gazes back into the bottom of his glass
>"Well...ok"
>He swirls the last bit around.
>"Black helm made the first human kingdom not too far from here, in the island lands at the tip of this region....."
>Somewhere in the Key islands on this side?
>Well...Thats if this world matches up with ours...
>I dont know what this worlds like
>"Island fortresses, finest made by the dwarves of this region...Paid us in gemstones he alone could find..."
>He shouts out a belly laugh
>"That black helm knew the earth better than us dwarves! He could find the rarest of gems and ores by scent alone!"
>Continuing to chuckle he gets back on track
>"Black helm, that magnificent beast could sniff the ground and tell how deep and what could be found in that pile of dirt, we became rich when he located the mine of the ten thousand!"
>He looks back at me expecting me to know what that was
>He waves his hands away as if to say forget it
>"The mine of ten thousand had so much gold it was said that a single miner could tredge up ten thousand pounds a day"
>He looks quite happy
>"Well uh...This still doesn't answer my question why I should watch out for the elves?"
>He shakes his head, snapping back to his senses, continuing the tale
>"Black helm went to war against the elves of this region, the humans here had long been accosted and enslaved by them here..."
>His face tenses up
>"In a fit of rage he cast one of the greatest spells onto them..."
>"He called it Meteora, a spell shouted only twice and never again"
>He shakes his head left and right as if suppressing bad memories
>His forces wanted to sack the city and put the elves to the sword but black helm never wanted to see the elves again..So he decided to raze the city to the ground."
>This wears on him
>"With the spell he would call down wrath from the heavens...Once he shouted, with his bellowing speech "METEORA""
>Rhoin stresses it with a bloodcurdling tone, as if it was to be in blackhelms voice...Deep and rippled with anger...
>"Their shields cracked but held, the screams of the elves could be heard that day, the dwarves pleaded and the humans stood their shocked..."
>"Black helm was going to annihilate an entire elvish city and nobody could stop him, they could just watch..Many humans grinned in satisfaction, many stood saddened.."
>"Black helm seeing the elf city still holding clenched his teeth so hard that it was said he chewed through his cheeks, he wanted to wipe out the people that caused such strife to human kind"
>Rhoin shakes his head again, I sit there totally enthralled at this story...
>Rhoin continue
>"He shouted to the heavens, arms stretched out..."
>"METEORA!"
>"...And another mass of celestial metal came down from the heavens, twice as large as the last..."
>"The shields didn't hold up to the second...Nothing remains of that city, the crater where the elvish city of Lohra'aan is now a lake where humans and elves still go to bleed over."
>"I was there...I met Blackhelm, he was as tall and strong as a minotaur, not as stupid as one but close"
>He chuckles after saying that.
>"He took it in stride though, he was a good drinking buddy and he had a many elvish and human wives after the war.."
>I grin at this
>"What ever happened to black helm?"
>"He....He went mad, abdicated the throne to his one capable son and ventured off into the lands across the ocean to the west, ancient forest lands where dragons are said to live.."
>"There it is said he died strangling a dragon...Some here call him by that title he earned..."
>"...Black helm the dragon strangler..."
>He smirks at that thought
>"If it were any other human I would say it was impossible, but for Black helm nothing was impossible, I do believe he died strangling that ancient dragon."
>Rhoin shakes his head again, still smirking as wide as can be
>"...But to me he will always be Black helm my good friend...and good drinking buddy..."
>Rhoin points back at my plate
>"You best eat that pork Laddy or else I might have to take it from yah"
>Pounding his belly with his opened hand
>"And Gods know I dont need anymore pork.."
>I grin as wide as I possibly can, wrapping my face with my hand
>This dwarf...
>What a good acquaintance
>What a fortunate one
>And what a storyteller
>I'll have to remember that story of Black helm
>And I'll have to keep that in the back of my mind when talking with the elves
>I imagine that it'll be an issue for them, me being human and all
>"Oh Rhoin, Its getting late do you have a place to stay?"
>His eyes look abit weary,
>The suns almost gone down, and I feel tired from all the walking I've had to do today
>"Oh yeah sure laddy.. Follow me.."
>We get out of our seats, Rhoin pays the barmaid with some amount of silver coins, he keeps pointing at me as he does so
>They're shucking it up, laughing about something
>I dunno
>He waddles over and we begin our walk to Rhoins house
>When we get there I can only gawk at it
>Its three stories, massive by my standards.
>Its like an old plantation house, something that you'd see in New Orleans
>Apparently Rhoin isn't just a watchmaker, but head of a watchmaking company of dwarves
>SilverWyrms magical watches
>Apparently they do quite well in these part of the world
>Still...I can only think about how this place isn't just for me
>Its nice, the white marble flooring is beautiful
>And the silver ornaments, shaped into the twisted form of serpentine dragons surely is beautiful
>But its just not me, I can't stay comfortable in some place like this
>Rhoins servant, a tall elvish woman leads me to a ward where there are rows of guest rooms
>She looks like she is about to pop a blood vessel,  her ears are all red and rigid
>"Is....Is something wrong elf?"
>"Are you a Lycanthrope?"
>I look left and right
>"N-no...?" I reply
>What the fuck is that and HOLY SHIT
>This room looks nice
>The bed looks like a cloud
>Its so big and billowy
>The room shares the marble flooring with the rest of the house, the silver floorboards cut with oak leaf laurels and winding dragons
>The walls are colored in a velvety red clothe
>Rhoins fuckin loaded.
>How the fuck am I this lucky to meet someone like this...?
>Wait
>The fucking magical Ipod
>Thats right
>God bless you, you magical ipod!
>That reminds me of something...
>"Hey Elf, whats your name?"
>The elfs red hair is as red as her face
>She would be quite beautiful if she didn't look so fucking pissed
>"Thats none of your business."
>My eyes tense up and narrow as I look into her face
>"....Are you angry at me for being human?"
>She turns around and closes the door
>Not too loudly though
>But still, louder than one would expect from a maid
>I cough into my fist
>"what a biiiiitch"
>I survey the round after thinking how butt hurt that elf was, stepping all around the room to see it in its glory
>Damn Rhoin
>I walk over to the bed and start to unpack my stuff next to the bed side
>"Hm.... I need to bathe"
>I take off my chestrig and set the rifle by the bedside
>"Time to take a bathe"
>I've shelved that wish for a moment now
>Its time to take stock of what I have and have not
>I should consider how much ammo I have here, I didn't exactly carry enough ammo to survive out here
>Kinda of a miracle I had my chest rig on at that time
>I pull out the ipod from my left back pocket
>I flip it back, stare at the slightly glowing purple aluminum back
>I flip it front and look into its currently blank screen
>Damn this things been a lifesaver, its a lucky charm for sure
>I need to be careful about who I show this to
>I am reminded of what Sylva said about one of the head honchos of the Devil people
>The Grand artificer or whatever
>Something like that, he has a hard on for "Magitech" as Sylva called it
>Can't show it to Rhoin
>Can't show it to any of the elves I meet thats for sure
>Hm...Where would be the best place to hide this...
>Think Psycho, Think
>Aha!
>I start to take off my converse
>Shit my socks REALLY stink
>Like really really really STINK
>I look at the door, no doubt the Elf maid is still there
>I look back at the socks, knowing that bitch has a thing against me
>I doubt she'll be looking in here
>Sorry Ipod
>But I need to go to extreme lengths to protect you
>Wait
>I still have my Tamagachi
>The one that Sylva gave to me! Maybe It has interdimensional cell service or...Something!
>I fiddle around for it in my left front pocket
>I pull it out and turn on the screen
>Sure enough...I see an 8 bit Sylva walking a dog with the stupid kids
>She seems happy enough
>Glad that she isn't too beaten up about the....
>Well I imagine that she has a different concept of that
>I dunno if Devil people have a thing for what I did or not but
>I guess it didn't matter too much for her, otherwise I figured she be crying in a corner or something
>Wait a second
>Thats fuckin Momji
>Sure as shit that has to be him!
>Or...Her?
>I DONT FUCKIN KNOW!
>BUT THATS SURE AS SHIT AN UNDEAD SPITZER DOG!
>"YES! YES! YES!"
>I blurt out autistically as can be
>The elf knocks
>"Are you ok in there?"
>I stuff the tamagachi in the sock as well out of panic
>"Uh yeah, just...Thinking about human shit!"
>Theres a distinct audible pause
>"Ok"
>You fuckin bitch
>I can sense your judgment from here, Can't a man get excited about his Devil waifu and undead doggo without some elf bitch giving me shit for it?
>Cunt
>"Hey wheres your bath? I need to scrub down after walking all day."
>Again there is a pause
>Just fucking say something
>Dont fucking do this...This thing that you are doing..
>Whatever this elf bitch is doing, IDK what its called but shes doing it!
>"When you are ready I will show you to the baths."
>Ok thank you
>"Alright I am coming out in a second, Also how can you speak Helmspeech? I thought that was a human language."
>That might explain her pause now that I think about it
>Still I dont give a shit
>"I'll tell you on the way to the bath"
>Well ok alright alright
>Fine
>I plop the rifle on the bed, then take off the chest rig
>I lay that on the bed as well
>Four forty round mags, and a half empty Beta mag
>If I conserve my ammo it might be enough for me to make it to the next portal home
>No its more than enough, nobody here has any firearms as far as I know
>I take off my balaclava
>Sweats sticks to it, its like removing a condom
>Not that I ever used one
>"Fuckin hell I stink like a pigs ass"
>I hear some snickering behind the door to the hallway
>Bitch
>I pull out the FN57, and the magazines out of my hoodie pouch
>I have a half empty mag in the pistol, and four magazines for that too
>210 rounds for my Dissipator, 90 for my pistol
>Im fine what am I worrying about
>I can always ask the dwarves to make...
>No
>No that can't be the right move here, I can't waste my time with this world I have to get back home
>I gotta deal with the hate bugs
>I gotta get back to Sylva
>Florida is my home, I know it like the back of my hand
>Here? 
>Im nothing here, I have no idea whats what or why things are what they are here
>Fuck fantasy land
>I kinda like what its brought to earth, its made me useful and well suited, shit even desirable with how things are back home
>Plus I dont feel like its the place for me
>There are no churches here in fantasia
>yadda yadda yadda
>I can list every reason that I can think of to want to get back home, but it doesn't do me a lick of good if I cannot get back there
>I gotta talk with Rhoin about things here
>Theres somethings that I need to understand about this place
>I take off the other shoe and the other sock
>I place the tamagachi in the other sock
>And place both socks into the shoes
>Fuck I know that it'll only get more smelly because of that
>But it is what it is, I dont want that elf to root through my shit and stumble on those two things
>I got a feeling about that
>Its not a good feeling
>"Alright Im heading on over"
>I walk over and open the door, entering the hallway
>The elf was to the right, leaning on the wall
>She leans off the wall, and gets back on her feet, then lifts her chin up
>Just as I thought, she really cant stand my smell
>"Alright miss..."
>She sighs and closes her eyes
>"Lora"
>She motions in the direction I am to follow her and we begin to walk to the baths
>Well thats a nice name for such a difficult woman....Elf? Woman elf.
>"Well miss Lora please show me to the baths, I need to get cleaned off and..."
>"Do you want me to do your laundry as well?" She says cutting me off
>"Yes that would be greaa...."
>SHIT SHIT SHIT!
>Alright roll with it
>She doesn't know what a fucking ipod is anyway
>"Don't you have shoes Human?" she says, still with her neck craned up
>"Its a human thing" I say on reflex
>That phrase seems to come in hand with elves
>"Riiiight"
>You are lucky I like Rhoin, and that you are Rhoins property
>Well Idk about that last part
>We've turned a corner and arrived in front of two wide french doors
>She opens the doors and there they are 
>What a beautiful sight
>White marble dome baths
>Big ones, straight out of Spirited away
>Theres a couple of these domed baths in the room, lined in a row along a marble wall
>This place is too much for me
>I need to get out of here or else I will grow too attached to these comforts
>Its nice, there are benches some distance from the large communal baths
>But too nice, The steam coming from the waters is beautiful.
>It looks like it floats just above the waters
>I should relax and keep my manners for as long as I can keep them
>Hm
>Unlike Japanese baths there is no divider between the baths, Its like they expect everyone to be mature and not gaze at each other
>Maybe the people in this world are like that
>Maybe this is just the male bathhouse, and Rhoin has another bath dedicated to the women
>Maybe they...
>Fuck this I want to go take a bath already
>I walk over to the nearest bench and take off my shirt
>Shit I somehow have dirt tucked into my armpits
>Thank God for Rhoin
>I'll have to talk with him again if I get the chance
>I might just get that chance right now
>I hear the french doors to the bath close
>Through the mist I can make out the stomping of the dwarfs feet
>This dwarf has this weird gait
>He sort of swings the flats of his feet out and then takes his step
>Not sure I am describing it properly or not but its fucking weird
>Must be a dwarf thing
>I start to take off more of my clothes
>Shit
>I look around
>where are the fucking towels?
>Shit shit shit
>Alright well I will just go into the bath first
>I start to strip and I hear the grunting sigh of Rhoin
>Heheh
>What a thing this dwarf is
>I wonder what we will be talking about
>I quit my runaway thoughts and try to climb the domed baths
>They are slick and yet...
>I dont feel like I can fall or slip
>There must be some sort of spell placed on these bath stones
>I reach the top and place my foot in the waters
>An absolutely perfect temperature
>Wonderful
>I give it a thought for a moment
>And then jump into the bath, making a cannonball
>The water envelops me, I hear the cackling of Rhoin
>I emerge from the waters gasping for air
>These things are deeper than they appear!
>Rhoins continues to chuckle 
>"Whats so funny Rhoin?" 
>I ask, wadding my way over to the edge of the bath
>Stretching out I turn over and look at the top of the ceiling
>Circular grates line the wall, it must be some sort of ventilation system
>He has taken his sweet time to respond
>Nevermind
>He might not have heard me
>I'll have to speak up
>"Hey Rhoin, why did you invite me to your house?"
>He is waddling into view
>And I politely avert my gaze
>Maybe thats why he walks like that
>"Oh...Well.." 
>I hear him walk along the domed bath
>Damn these dwarves can move quickly
>That was quite the distance he cleared
>"I told you about my human friend, Blackhelm right?"
>Hm yes I do recall that story that you told me hours ago
>"Yes it left quite the impression on me Rhoin."
>"Well..."
>He slides into the waters, I look over and notice that he was staring up into the ceiling just as I was
>"He swore to me that his people would forever be a friend of the dwarves, and I swore to him in kind"
>There is something about Blackhelm that sends shivers down my spines
>"What was he like Rhoin?"
>"Well..."
>He paddles the waters around him with his feet, gripping the edge of the bath as he does so
>"I dont really want to talk about my old friend at the moment, its not something I can talk about everytime"
>"Alright"
>We wade their in the water for awhile
>My mind drifts to the elf maid for some reason
>What is her deal? I dont really know much about this world, but elves and dwarves were always rivals in the stories I read
>"Hey Rhoin, whats the deal with the Lora?"
>He starts to grumble
>"...Did Lora give ya a hard time lad?"
>Hm....I could fuck Lora over here
>Nah I dont think thats right
>"Not really, it was just an impression I got from her thats all"
>"She is a local elf girl from the woodlands, the Human kingdoms of old were her peoples enemies all those years ago"
>"...I thought I told you that laddy? You aren't daft are ya?" Rhoin remarks, tapping his temple with his finger
>Oh yeah I guess he did
>And yeah I guess I am
>Wait
>"Rhoin..." I lurch my head back, it taps the rim and I look up at the ceiling
>I have to get out of here
>"I really miss my homeland, I dont really belong here this place just isn't for me."
>"Well lad, rest up on it and go meet the High elves in the morning..."
>I...Im just nervous I guess
>And lost
>And homesick
>"Yeah thats what I'll do."
>Shit I should thank him
>I lurch my head back to look at him
>I smirk at the sight of this kindhearted dwarf
>Shoot
>"Thanks Rhoin"
>He waves his hand at me, splashing the water
>"Eh dont mention it."
>Minutes pass, then an hour or so
>We talk about current events around the area
>or rather, I listen and ask questions while Rhoin talks about the High elf kingdoms interfering in his clock and watch business.
>Something about closing the elvish markets
>Something about they cant see the finer points of mechanical items
>Something about his half brother being unable to sell them dwarvish laundromachines
>Something about long running bad blood between them and the noble families
>I cant really comment about any of it
>I dont really know anything about this world
>I will have to talk with Sylva about it
>Now theres something that I miss
>Shit I...
>I gotta clean up my act I cant be doing the type of shit that I was doing before
>And the way I left?
>Like a deadbeat asshole, a father goin out for a pack of smokes
>I guess..
>I should see if the tamagachi can get interdimensional service or...something
>I am gonna check my phone tonight too
>Might check discord while I am at it.
>Fuck it why not?
>Heh idk though
>Theres no cell service in fantasy land
>Magic cell service?
>Nah LOL
>Rhoin and I are walking out of the spa, the water collecting on a grate outside of the doors
>The Elf, Lora, is standing by with my folded clothes in her hands
>The two things I tried to conceal from her are sitting neatly ontop of them
>Shit man I....
>There might be nothing to worry about
>"Hey Lora, thank you for cleaning my clothes."
>I try to say that as sincerely as I can
>Internally and externally I am strained to say that
>Its her job, and she wouldn't do it if it wasn't her job
>maybe I am overthinking it
>She has a slight smile on her face
>"You are welcome...Psycho..."
>"Hey dont mention it"
>Wait a second
>I never told her my name
>I will have to play this cool
>Looks like I am not going to get a full nights rest of sleep
>I am gonna have to skip whatever morning ceremony you have planned Rhoin
>How?
>Rhoin didn't tell her, Rhoin was in the baths the entire time he couldn't have...
>Maybe I am overthinking it
>Shes still standing there, I am dripping water onto the grated entrance
>"Was it something I said?" She asks, her heads cocked to the left with one eyebrow raised
>I might as well ask, I think her reaction will be all that I need
>"How do you know my name?"
>She pauses her expression for a moment
>Thats all I need to confirm it
>She motions with her head the direction where Rhoin was walking
>"Master Rhoin told me"
>I dont buy it one bit
>Well, I will have to keep up appearances
>I motion with my hands to bring me the clothes
>She looks at me with a puzzled gaze, tightening her lips as she narrows her eyes
>"Well I cant exactly get dressed in front of you."
>Her eyes dart to the the upper corner of her vision and she grins 
>"You cant?"
>Bitch I am taken by a woman twice your size
>I bob my head back and forth in disgust
>"Yep, now I could use my clothes Lora"
>She groans and pouts, walking over she hands my clothes in her outstretched hands
>I take them from her, with the tamagachi and the ipod on top
>"Thank you Lora"
>"Anytime Psycho"
>I walk back into the bathe house, closing the doors and locking them
>I dry off with the towel I robed myself with
>And put on enough clothes to make it to my room
>I figured I am going to sit in the bed, clutching my rifle and snooze off for abit
>Then wake up as quickly as I can and leave while everyone is asleep
>I give the black obisdian tamagachi a check
>Sylva was using this only recently
>Could somebody else communicate with her through it...?
>Maybe
>She's snoozing off in a 8bit rendition of her bed
>The kids are all bouncing ontop of her
>That undead Momji dog is circling around the bed
>Shes all tuckered out, must've had a full day of fighting off whatever monsters are in the area
>God I love her
>I have to get back home
>The Hatebugs are still loose
>Whatever the portals spawned last week is still out there in my hometown
>I want to go back home, restore order to my town, make Sylva my bride, build up my area as my own kingdom if I so chose to
>Shoot
>I can have everything over there
>I want it
>I've full dressed up now, I walk out of the baths to confront Lora
>I throw open the doors and I fix my glance at the startled elf
>I will only have this one night here, I will never see these two again if I can help it
>I stomp my way over to her, she stands there frightened at the noise
>Walking up close to her I stare up at her coldly
>She nervously glances down and away anywhere just not into my eyes
>"How do you know my name?"
>"S-sssylva told me!"
>Well that explains it
>"Oh ok"
>I get out of her personal space and start to walk to my room
>Hold on
>"What uh...What did you two talk about?"
>"W-well uh....She was quite the talker"
>I can only imagine what the two talked about
>I imagine Sylva revealed some personal stuff as well
>"Have a good night Lora""
>"Y-you too Psycho"
>I can rest alittle easier tonight
>Might even stay for breakfast because of that
>Still I should get going
>I want to get back home
>I will have to give Sylva a chat when I go to sleep
>I've closed the door and long have since snuggled in my bed
>I still clutch my FN57 in my hand
>Still I feel cautious
>Still even now after receiving a decent explanation for why she knew my name
>I hold the tamagachi in my hand
>With three fingers I hold it just six inches above my head
>I sigh and press the central button
>I see the 8bit Sylva jolt up and she fumbles around for her device
>"Oh hey Psycho I was wondering when you were gonna send me a message?"
>She hasn't been eating anymore brains I take it, She would've figured out the difference between calls and texts if that were the case
>I guess thats good to know
>If its true
>"Hey Sylva....How are you doing since I..."
>Shit uh...
>Well here it is 
>I hear her sigh behind the Tamagachi
>"I fooled you good didn't I? It took all my being not to make a noise."
>....Wait a second
>"So I didn't...?""
>"No you retard, that was the hottest shit you could do to me."
>"Pffft Psycho please, I ain't human we think its a show of love if anything"
>Well uh....I guess we're all good then?
>"Wait hold on...So we're good?"
>I hear her lick her lips
>"Golden"
>I really have to find a way back home
>By any means necessary
>I am gonna see the high elves the first thing this morning
>"I could tell that you talked with the elf woman, I hope you didn't tell her too much"
>"Nah I just told her about that night and some shit about you thats all dude."
>I wish she would stop trying to do that
>I snuggle in the covers alittle more
>"Well Im sure you said more than you needed to say."
>She giggles
>"Was that wrong of me?"
>I give this some thought
>"I guess"
>"Well I....Well I wont do it again then..."
>Shit uh...
>"Its alright Sylva..."
>Theres a silence
>"The kids are doing fine, Emanuel and Phillip were asking about you today"
>"Tell 'em It'll be awhile till I get back."
>I flip the covers to be underneath my feet, then looking left and then to my right
>Shit theres something I am forgetting
>"Anyway Sylva I'd like to go to sleep now, It was nice talking with you"
>"It was nice talking with you too, my man."
>She hangs up
>I doze off after that
>Those words comfort me more than any blanket
>As I dream I am coated by the rain
>Its odd though
>I see something off in the distance
>A cross?
>A plus sign?
>It shines and I see silhouettes behind it
>"Brother?"
>I hear that and I wake up in a cold sweat
>Shit I...
>Shoot was that?
>Yeah that was
>The sun has just started to rise
>And thats my cue to leave
>I have to get back home as soon as I can
>I get my Converse on
>I put on my cammy pants and hoodie
>Then my chest rig
>Then my rifle, slung across my back
>Now I go out to conquer my day
>I need to get back home
>I pen a note to Rhoin
>"Thank you my friend, but I must be on my way as soon as I can...."
>What should I sign it as?
>"He deserves my real name" I say to myself
>I sign it on the parchment
>It will just be between me and him
>As thanks for his hospitality I guess
>I also write down the region I am from
>Maybe someday he and I will meet again
>I hope thats the case
>But thats a longshot
>Earth is a hell right now
>Here? Its a paradise world here
>I close the door, taking everything that came with me
>I make my way to the main doors, to the outside world
>And into this new world
>Fantasia
>Beautiful and wondrous
>Something too much for me
>First stop?
>The two high elves
>I've walked out of Rhoins manor
>Looking back I think I see two pairs of eyes on the roof near the window
>I think I do at least
>No
>No it couldn't have been, theres a candle lit in a window frame though
>I turn back and start to walk back into town
>Theres some early morning activity
>Shopkeeps setting up shop
>Shit I forgot where the fattened sow was
>Wait
>I remember now
>I walk the red brick streets
>The wooden structures are quite beautiful in this light
>Painted white sides, black painted frames
>Red clay shingle roofs
>Moss snaking along the edges of each tile
>I pass by a sewer crate
>Some foul odor spews out as I walk by
>I look at the people here
>Dwarf
>Dwarf
>Dwarf
>Who would've figured a dwarf town would have so many dwarves?
>But I get to my destination
>The fattened sow
>Doesn't look closed
>More importantly I see the High elves
>Snow white skin, they stand above six foot three at the least
>Two elves stand there
>They look around, noses curled up in disgust
>Shit they aren't going to like me for being human
>Ill have to handle this cautiously
>I walk up to them, catching their eye they stand slightly at ready
>Its early in the morning and I am a human
>They probably expect a fight
>Me wearing my balaclava probably doesn't help
>I stop about six paces from the two of them
>I grip the cuffs of my chest rig with both my hands and I look at them with my head cocked up
>I gotta make a good impression
>"You two are high elves if I am not mistaken"
>Their curled disgust looks grow even more shriveled in contempt
>"Why are you talking to us in your dirty human tongue dwarf man"
>This isn't going good
>Better change the subject
>"You have information that I want, and you want something done from what I have heard"
>The male elf loosens his expression slightly
>"For a human you seem quite capable"
>His hand waves towards me as I tense up
>"What are you...? You aren't a human from these parts are you?" He asks, glancing back to the female elf and back to me
>"Im from the other side, Elf"
>"The other side?" The she elf questions, her hand inching toward her sheathed sword
>"Draw that blade and you two will die." I say tensely
>"Such impudence!"
>The male elf streches out his sapphire plate armored arm blocking her path
>"He is one of them Shay'ra"
>She nods and then loosens her grip on her curved swords handle|
>He must mean there are more people like me roaming around this world
>My rifle is still slung on my back, My pistol is tucked into my hoodie pouch
>Im not sure that I can draw my pistol in time to deal with an elf sprinting at me with a sword
>Should've talked with them at more of a distance I guess
>"Tell me about the job, what do you want done?"
>I could care less about how or what they know, aside from the portals back home of course
>They both are standing still for abit, their eyes fixed on me
>They are trying to get a read on me, by magical means or not I imagine
>I imagine that they have only heard of reports of my types and what they read must frighten them
>Maybe that was what spurred that reaction
>The male elf is the first to speak, he has this serpentine look on his face
>I have no doubt that these people are going to try and fuck me over
>Or might not even bother to give me the information that I need
>Well, I need what I need and a chance at getting a hop back home will be worth it
>besides I think I can handle it
>"Well, I think we can first start of well telling you where the portals are"
>Oh huh just like that
>"Just like that?"
>The female elf snickers first, a thin smile creeps along her gracile face
>Theres this thinly veiled hatred these two have for me, I can see it on their face
>"Yes, but thats what the job entails."
>"Just tell me what needs to be done so that I can get back home"
>Shay'ra glances over to her superior, then gives him a nod
>"The otherside portals occur in great frequency in a cave network to the north, there we need the monsters in that area cleared out"
>He leaves off with that
>I shrug
>"There has to be more to it, what type of monsters are in there?"
>The two look at each other for a moment
>They are extremely pensive and not forthcoming
>This might be a trap, they've heard of my kind before
>They know what we have, I imagine that Shay'ras superior held her back only because he knows what we are capable
>Or rather, what we are armed with
>Yeah
>Yeah this might be a trap
>"Tell me about these monsters, what are they?"
>"They aren't monsters, even though we think they are."
>I am going to lose my patience soon
>I cock my head to the side looking up and then down to the ground
>"Just tell me who, what, where and when. I need to know about the job, You two aren't exactly going to go there with me are you?"
>This will help decide whether or not I kill them
>They might have information on the portals on their person
>They are a risk to my life, this might not be worth my time anywho
>Shay'ra superior clears his throat, then begins to give me the rundown
>"We'll give you a map and directions to the location. The monsters in question are a tiefling band of warriors some ten-fifteen strong. We'll give fifteen golden mint coins for the completion of this job."
>See now wasn't that easy
>"Alrighty. Do you have the map on you right now? I am eager to start."
>Shay'ras face lightens up
>"Oh uh...Yes let me get that"
>She starts to root through a scroll pouch set alongside the back of her waist
>"Is it this one...?No....This one?"
>Shes rooting around in there, much to both of their embarrassment
>"Oh! There we go" Her face lights up over this very minor accomplishment
>I gesture for her to come over and hand it over into my hand
>"How do you want to confirm the completion of the task?"
>The Elf Superior answers "We will be able to tell whether or not you have done it."
>Well suit yourself
>Shit they have magic dont they?
>Shay'ra has walked over and forcefully slaps it into my hand with a smile on her face
>Yeah yeah I get it, my nigger Blackhelm raped you guys hundreds of years ago
>Shit she might've seen him back then
>Not sure if Elves are as long lived as they are in fantasy novels
>I unscroll the map
>Its two days travel out, Im going to have to get some provisions before I go
>More reason to go into the fattened sow
>I need to get some food
>"Well its a deal then."
>I walk into the fattened sow and look around, the nice barmaid is preparing the tables wiping them down and lighting the chandelier candles
>I can appreciate the homely trappings of the beerhall more without the inarticulate drunken yelling of the dwarves
>Not to say that wasn't fun or pleasant, just a different feeling
>Wow shes got a nice ass
>Wait shit I dont have any money
>Fuck
>Should've badgered Rhoin for some coins and shit
>Maybe should've slept with the elf and took some of her money in the morning
>Nah
>That last ones just a fantasy
>Wait
>No that one is just as plausible as the first
>Hm well
>I dont have money but I do have somethings I could trade for food
>Well I have my two guns and the magazines for them
>My chest rig and my...
>My benchmade knife
>its really nice, might get me four or five sausage sticks or something like that
>Yup
>That was a good game
>Ok enough of this shit
>"Hey uh....You are the one that served Rhoin and I last night right?" I ask, Interrupting the quiet noise of her humming and wiping the tabletops in the large hallroom
>"Oh!" exclaiming as she jolts up, turns around looking at and giving me a wave "I was wonderin when you were gonna show up again? What can I do for ya?"
>Hm how am I going to about doing this
>I dont really need to think about this much, Both of us have some amount of good will between each other
>So I guess I can just ask for what I want and what I can trade for it and expect it
>"Hey so uh...Im kinda low on cash right now.."
>She leans her head to one side, looking at me with some mixture of curiosity and ruefulness
>"Ok? And how is that my problem?"
>Hm
>My initial thoughts might be incorrect
>Going to have to shift strategies
>"I just need a couple of sausage rolls or something, I have something to trade." I gesture to the table
>"Pfffh, come on I wasn't going to ask something for nothing"
>"Ok show me what you got man"
>We both walk towards the bar room counter, walking behind it she looks me in the eyes
>She looks invigorated, maybe this is a game she likes to play with people or something
>Shit this might be more of a chore than I thought
>Should've raised my ask from a few sausages to ten or something like that
>Im not good at this
>I got scammed by a pawn shop when pawning some gold wrist chain that my father gave me
>Fucker still wears it to this day
>Im going to have to take that from his fucking corpse when I get back home
>I can hear the dwarf barmaid rooting around in the back for the things that I asked for
>She comes back and splays the types of sausages that she has available to trade for
>"Alright, depending on what you got I have Drakes tail sausage, Alchemists sausage, Orc pig grind sausage..."
>At this point I have tuned out
>She brought out like fifteen different sausages each with their own names
>I just stare listlessly at her
>I go through my pocket for the Benchmade knife
>Shits expensive, well made and looks better than anything I've seen here
>It should fetch a nice price
>"Alright, alright so this is what I have to offer"
>I place it onto the wooden countertop and reveal it as I withdraw my hand back, leaning on the counter top forward
>She puts her hand over her hand, covering up her barely contained smug expression
>"Just try it"
>"Pfffh ONE KNIFE?"
>I hear her smug snickering barely contained by her strong hand
>Im going to have to rely on Benchmades OTF gimmick to impress her
>We'll see how it goes, I think I can get at least half of one of these foot long sausages
>That'll last me enough for the two day journey
>At least until I get there
>"Just try it, put it in your hands and push the button forward"
>She pauses her smug chortling, looking at me with suspicion and does so
>The knife ejects out the front
>Her eyebrows raise and she looks at it with an approving expression
>She pushes the button down and it retracts
>"Impressive amirite?" 
>Shit her face doesn't look too impressed
>I just need two sausages man
>"This'll get you two whole drakes tails, I haven't seen anything like it but there isn't anything magical about it."
>Well thats just what I nee....
>She brings out two of them, and they are at least a foot and a half
>Where the fuck am I going to put these
>"Hey can I get a sack or something with the two? I dont have anything to carry the two with."
>She looks at me condescendingly, wagging her finger at my face
>If this continues I am just going to fucking kill her and get a move on here
>No
>No I will have to pass through here to get things sorted out with the High elves
>When I get a portal home this place can burn for all I...
>Nah 
>I like this place
>The dwarves are friendly enough, outside of this one bad bitch trying to scam me
>"Look a potato sack will do or something."
>"Whats a potato?"
>....
>God help me
>"Could you pretty please on the golden rock on the sugar top throw in a sack?"
>This has to be some sort of game or something, because after I plead in this way shes turned her back and heading to look for one
>This is just a shit test game
>But its gotten what I want
>So thats all that counts
>Shes back at the counter now, gingerly stuffing the two sausages into the ratty sack
>It does have a handle though so that will make carrying it easier
>When I get on the road that is
>And well now that this little game is done I take the handle as she is playing with my several hundred dollar knife
>I gotta get a move on
>"Alrighty deals done right?"
>"Yep!"
>Shes humming along flicking the blade up and down, happy as can be
>Alright time to move on and get on the road
>The High elves have walked into the in just as I have started to walk to the door
>They turn their gaze away from me
>Pricks
>Well I dont need to care about them, I just need to care that they can get me home
>Or
>That they say that they can get me home
>Either way, I know what I'll do in both cases
>The hustle and bustle of this dwarvish town is starting up, the morning dawn light is touching the red cobblestone streets and the wood panel buildings
>The shopkeeps and the other vendors are opening their street side buildings
>One by one they finish their beginning tasks
>I am going to go out to finish my task
>To get back home
>Well now off I go
>The crowded streets require constant elbow pushing and shoulder shoving to get near the city gates
>A steam powered trolley goes too and from stopping points as I go throughout the streets
>This is like a look back in time
>One hundred, two hundred years ago
>Who knows
>These people don't have guns?
>How could that be, they are advanced enough
>In a world with magic, a gun does what a firebolt does only more shitty I guess
>Only after hundreds of years of refinement do they get to the level of my rifle
>I should've kept more of an eye on it
>But its still there, slung on my back
>Sometimes it gets a glimpse, here and there a curious dwarf looks at it and then goes back to what he or she was doing
>A foreign entity, A ghost from another realm
>Barely worth the attention
>I've made it here to the outskirts of the town
>They just had one trolley, so it couldnt've been some major port of call
>Or tourist destination
>Just some random dot on the map where one can walk or ride a horse to for nourishment
>Rhoin must be the richest person in this entire region
>I turn around, looking back at the city
>Slowly scanning 
>Left
>To right
>Its not even three miles wide
>There can't be more than fifteen thousand dwarves here
>Hm
>Well I wont need to give a shit about this city soon
>I turn around, and check my map
>I've gotten out to the wrong exit
>Im at the west gate
>Im supposed to be at the north exit
>Huh well
>Best get on my way
>I've started walking the road
>The correct one
>The one that I was supposed to be on
>Getting through that throng of dwarves a second time was worse
>Fully invigorated by a breakfast meal and at the height of their energy
>Took me twice as long for half the distance
>Well now theres a sight for the eyes
>The savannah switch bamboo is flowing in the winds
>Lime green leaves dappled with straw yellow leaves
>Swaying in the wind
>Dunes, dunes of yellow green bamboo leaves
>To the left
>And to the right
>Now
>Now would be a good time to listen to music
>I root through my pocket and pull the magic ipod out of my pocket
>I dont want anything too fancy to happen
>No magic dragon taxi or some retarded shit
>Just...
>Just make this journey abit more entertaining
>I put the earbuds in one at a time
>Press down on the buttons and it lits up per usual
>Thank God this thing doesn't need batteries or charging
>A 8bit smiley face pops up on the screen
>Hm
>Doesn't have any options right now
>"Look I just want to listen to music to pass the time"
>The ipods smile face just smiles at me blankly
>Is this thing mocking me?
>I am not in the immediate need of anything
>This is a pretty mundane request
>Maybe thats it?
>Or can it do nothing to make this situation better for me?
>Might be the last one
>The music starts playing though, sure enough
>Well now it cant be the last one
>(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FDYIdBZUl2Y&ab_channel=MtEdenOfficial)
>Wow uh
>My Dad would've listened to this shit
>Still
>Nice
>Very nice infact
>Its put a nice spring to my step
>The time passes by slowly and surely
>The sun hangs high in the sky
>Alright I gotta check the map
>The parchment is quite fine, I didn't notice it 
>Its crumbled from the high elf shoving it into my hands
>Its pure white, covered in black shiny ink dots, detailed finely marking things in an elvish script
>I can't make it out, Its flowing and yet
>It looks like a sumerian script
>As if those clay hatchmarks flowed across the page
>A very nice looking language for a very nice looking if rude people
>I wonder if they are all like it with the whole "OOOOH I am better than all of you and my shit smells like roses!" type of shit
>Fuck it I am hungry I need to eat or else I'll loose my temper
>I sling off the sack and look through the sack pouch
>Theres a hole in the sack
>One of them must've
>FUCK
>FUCK FUCK FUCK
>I throw the sack down
>"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!"
>I yell out into the desolate fields and up into the clear blue sky
>I ONLY HAVE ONE
>FUCKING ONE FOR ONE STINKING DAY
>WHY COULDN'T I JUST WAIT
>I JUST WANT TO GET BACK HOME
>FUCK THIS PLACE I WANT TO GO BACK HOME
>I almost ripped out my earbuds
>Shit ok calm the fuck down
>Grinding my fucking teeth instead of my fucking sausage ain't gonna do shit
>Now I gotta go sink my teeth into this sausage
>It better be good for what I had to exchange it for
>Shit uh..
>I wrap my hands around it
>The casing is too thick for me to tear it with my hands
>You know what would be useful right now?
>A knife
>Fuck am I sure that I dont have another one?
>No thats my desperation talking
>Well I'll try my teeth
>I start to chew the end of the casing with my molars
>Slowly but surely its being cut apart
>Hey this isn't so bad
>The casings come off now and I can peel it off in one clean...
>Nope not quite
>Ok now I can try it out
>This is a drake tail sausage so I'd assume that its made from
>....drake?
>Isn't that some sort of dragon or...
>What the fuck is a drake?
>LIke does it have two legs and a pair of wings?
>Four legs and a pair of wings?
>Some other bullshit that sets it apart from a dragon?
>Fuck it im hungry and I want to know what flying lizards taste like
>I sink my teeth into the now uncovered end of it and start to chew
>Well shit this ain't so bad
>Infact I'd say its top of the line shit
>The spices accentuate the smokey taste of it
>Its uh....Its making my mouth abit tingly
>making it abit wetter, something about it is hydrating
>Its abit savory too?
>it has some sort of soy flavor to it
>Nutty? Pepper?
>The meat tastes like firm pork.
>Tougher
>I've been standing here for almost half a minute with my mind trying to describe it
>Its a wonderful meat sausage
>What sucks is that I only have one of them
>Fuck isn't this something the ipod can fix?
>my eyes dart back and forth keeping a healthy awareness of where I am
>Im sitting alone on a lone stretch of road
>About half a day where I need to branch off and head off to....
>Some sort of grove or something
>The Crosshatch frilly script of the High elves marks it off with some sort of name
>Would be great if I knew what these fuckers were trying to tell me
>The thought that there might be more danger there aside from a band of...
>TIeflings?
>What the fuck are those anyway?
>Guess I will find out
>I take another bite of the sausage and chew it for awhile
>Fuck it I want to check if my weapons are loaded
>My AR is, thats for sure
>I fish around my pocket for the Pistol and get it out
>I pull back the slide on my FN57 to check and...
>Yeah I check it this morning
>Double checking, Triple checking, quadruple checking
>Checking, checking, checking
>I stand up to look around and....
>Yep still nothing
>Fuck this is going to be a long boring ass time
>I start off on my march to this grove, where "Tieflings" or whatever are hiding out
>The road is long and lonesome, I've made it to the pass where I am supposed to branch off the road
>Off in the distance is that grove, where the cave network and tieflings are
>If the high elves are right then I might not even have to kill them to get back home
>Fuck their mission, my mission comes first and thats to get home
>Not sure if I will get the chance to flake out on them
>Shit I have a bad habit of doing that dont I?
>I did it with the old man
>I did it with Sylva
>Just flaking out
>It's come into sight
>This grove
>Where the caves holding the tieflings are
>Shit this wont be a cake walk
>They'll have it watched over, sentries, scouts and what not
>I'll have to wait this through
>I've made pretty good time actually
>Im just closing up on my first day of travel
>Dusk has come, soon the light will yield to the dark
>I've covered two days journey in a single day of walking
>Well
>I've practically jogged my way here
>Nothing but that all day long
>Aside from the time that I sat down to eat
>I can't really see what type of trees they are but something doesn't look right they look like...
>Like massive palm fronds
>I start to walk closer
>Closer and closer I get and I make out the fronds abit better
>They have razor protrusions along their fronds
>Fiddlehead ferns make up the underbrush
>Its just one area in this savannah plains
>Like an oasis in the desert, concealing a watering hole sacred to arab travellers
>I see a figure of someone and I duck underneath the bamboo grass
>They must have bows
>I crouch through the grass, slowly but surely trying to get closer and closer to them
>One figure turns into two
>Two becomes four
>Four becomes six
>There are six sentries all with bows
>This will be tough
>I have no idea how good they are with those things
>I will have to shoot all of them dead before they fire a shot at me
>I can't realistically do that
>Even in the low light of dusk I cannot do that
>I will have to wait for the night
>Then I will make my strike
>Time passes by
>Dusk turns to night
>All is quiet tonight
>These "Tieflings" appear to have lit torches near the sentries standing watch
>For bandits they seem quite bold, practically announcing their presence
>However, given the vast expanse this might not be the case
>My eyes still are sharp in the night, I can see everything almost as clearly as I would in the day
>They still glow from my contact with the skinwalkers blood
>How should I go about this
>I creep along closer, ready to cover my eyes if they catch sight of the flash of my eyes
>I am close enough to shoot four out of the six dead quickly enough
>Less than thirty yards I would say
>The Bamboo grass sways in the wind, the whistling wind playing a cold hearted song
>I've seen these "Tieflings" for what they are now
>They are like Sylva in a way
>Red skinned
>Horned and unhorned
>Piercing yellow and green eyes
>Sharp teeth
>They have tails
>They are not like Sylva
>They do look like her, but they are not what she is
>There must be some connection though
>They are quite devilish
>These ones are wrapped in black clothe, they have armor made from steel splints that wrap around their black clothe
>Are they  ninjas?
>Thats a stupid question
>Of course they are not
>When am I going to do this
>I will have to strike quickly and shift to the other two as soon as I can
>If a touch of light shines onto my face they'll have located me
>I let out a sigh
>I have to get back home
>I raise my rifle to my shoulder and aim down the holosun sight
>I have to choose my targets now
>The one farthest seems the best choice, It might confuse them
>Then I work my way closer to me, having easier shots as they gain awareness
>Yeah thats what Ill do
>The fourth archer looks around
>Its a girl, short and red skinned
>She flicks her tongue out at the third archer
>After you are done you will die
>Their gaze breaks and they go back to their duty
>I look down my sight, aim at her chest
>Breathe in and out
>And I fire
>KRACK
>KRACK
>The two shots land true, one hits near her lungs,, one hits higher and somewhere near her collarbone
>She ain't dead, but she will be
>I aim to the third
>He is looking at her, he shouts once and I take three quick shots
>KRACK
>KRACK KRACK
>Two shots near the chest, I hit high on the third and shoot him in the head
>His red head is even redder, the explosive results splay the palm tree behind him
>The second and first are looking in my direction
>Shit shit shit
>They are firing flaming arrows around my direction
>Trying to light up the area?
>Shit
>They haven't hit anywhere near me
>I aim down the second
>She is moving around quickly
>*KRACK*
>I shoot once and miss
>*KRACK KRACK KRACK*
>I shoot three times
>I hit her in the hips and I hear her scream in pain
>The first is getting dangerously close
>He is rushing into the grass, with a sword drawn
>Shoot he has seen me!
>I aim
>I shoot four times
>*KRACK KRACK KRACK*
>*KRACK*
>And his face is in the dirt
>The second one is still screaming
>I aim at her screaming head
>Pearly white teeth
>*KRACK*
>She screams no more
>I stay still, crouched in the grass like some hunting panther
>I haven't heard anyone else approaching
>I will circle around and take care of the other two sentries
>The other two haven't seen me
>But they have gone into grove to alert the others
>I will have to stop that, I will need the element of surprise against them too
>I bolt into the grove, avoiding the light of the torches the now dead sentries set up
>I stop, my shoulder pushed into a razor palms trunk
>I glance around, then behind my back
>And I listen for the pitter patter of the other sentries footsteps
>There!
>I aim my rifle where the sentry must be
>He is out in a clearing
>I take several shots,
>*KRACK KRACK KRACK*
>He drops
>He is screaming
>The other one has come by, trying to drag him away from the clearing
>*KRACK KRACK KRACK*
>I shoot him down too
>He is dead
>His friend is crawling
>*KRACK KRACK*
>Both sentries are lifeless
>Now
>What now
>I dont know where the cave entrance is quite yet
>But I will
>I should check the corpses of these sentries
>Might be something useful on them
>Coin, knives or something else
>I'll need more shit if this is a dead end
>I take a moment to listen around
>Once could hear a mouse fart in the reeds
>Still its silent
>Ok
>TIme to go look through the closest one
>The second one, the one that I shot in the hip
>Pearly white teeth
>Cant get that image out of my mind
>I approach her corpse crouching
>I turn her over and pat her down
>I find what seems to me to be the length of a knife
>I tear off her black clothe wraps to get the knife
>There it is
>Its beautiful, ebony wood carved into the shapes of deer and oaken trees
>The handles silvered handguard appears to be wrapped laurels of leaves
>Its nice
>And its mine for now
>I pat her down even more, looking for a coin purse or something
>I find one on her hip
>I tear off her clothing to find it
>I grab it and pocket it in my right pocket
>I pat down her chest, theres something around her neck
>I tear around the neck, almost exposing her breasts
>I...
>God this is wrong what I am doing
>But around her neck was a nice necklace
>A nicely sized emerald
>I pull it off, snapping the string that held it around her neck
>And I put that in my right pocket
>Alright
>I wont do the same thing to the other five
>I hear something
>One of them still lives
>Not for long
>I'll leave the Tiefling to die
>Now I should find the cave entrance
>There should be some sort of entrance right?
>I turn back to where the Fifth and sixth sentries lie
>It has to be somewhere around there
>Ill go snoop around there
>I go from palm trunk to palm trunk until I reach the edge of the clearing
>The entrance is clearly lit by two torches stood up on three metal rods
>Blue flame lights them
>Magic fire
>I scan around the clearing
>I dont see anyone along the edge
>Time to go look into this cave system
>Where I may find my means to come home
>The entrance is dug out of the switch grass earth around it
>These tieflings, they must have found this cave system fairly recently
>Piles of dirt line the area behind the entrance, its still lofty and unsettled
>Freshly dug earth
>They used pickaxes to pierce the rock underneath
>How did they know to dig here?
>I look around the whole area
>I haven't missed anyone
>That one tiefling that charged me
>Its approach was so quiet
>They must use magic to muffle their movements
>I will have to watch out for them
>Their deaths are worth fifteen gold coins, I imagine thats quite the pocket change here
>Alright
>Into the hole we go
>shit
>I should use my pistol for this
>It'll be too cramped for me to use my rifle
>I dont want to risk it
>Wait hold on
>I unload and check my beta mag
>Yeah I was almost out anyway
>Shit this is my first reload
>I eject the Cmag, leaving it where it lands and put a forty rounder in
>Well shit
>Didn't expect that to...
>Fuck this I cant stay here thinking forever
>I sling my rifle and produce my pistol
>Gripping it with both my hands I start to descend the rocks into the cave system
>Its dimly lit
>The low light is nothing for my eyes, I see all the nooks and crannies of the cave walls
>Its
>Its different than any type of rock I've seen
>It glows
>Faintly
>I stop to listen
>I hear cackling off in the distance
>Cackling laughter
>Something about it rubs me the wrong way
>Scrapes against my ears, as soft as it is
>Its...
>No Im not hearing it, Its like a thought
>What?
>Shit....
>This can't be the tieflings doing
>It must be some sort of spell or...
>Something
>Its unintentional, theres no followup to it
>Just the foreign laughter of a woman in my mind
>Scraping along the sides
>Shit it hurts with each utterance
>Through the pain of it, I still need to get back home
>This cave holds a way back home
>And this is enough for me to walk ever closer to the torch lit room at the end of the hall
>Step by step I hear the cackling growing louder and louder
>I hear another sound
>Gibberish
>Pure mouth breathing gibberish
>Im not sure what to make of it
>Other than that
>I've developed quite the headache as I look into the room
>And there it is
>At first I think its a girl, thin and unnaturally pale as can be, wrapped up in a oversized purple jacket 
>But I notice somethings off
>Skin as smooth as a mannequin, pale salmon red eyes dimly lit moving into shapes befitting its mood
>Its not human, it laughs without a mouth resting on a pile of dead tieflings with her feet rested on a treasure chest
>Her companion, the cat is much like her
>It looks like a cat but is not, its something else entirely
>It stands on its two feet, maybe three feet in height with grey fur, formless and everwaving
>Lifeless, dead pure white eyes listlessly float in its skull
>It appears to be holding something
>The thing is holding a gun
>A pistol it seems
>They both are staring at me curiously, The air is heavy with the scent of burnt flesh
>That mound of corpses she's lying on is smoldering 
>Can't fight these two, they seem much more stronger than me
>I think the girl thing can use magic too
>"Its good that you aren't stupid enough to try and fight me"
>My eyes widen as her voice enters my mind
>And then they wince again in pain
>I grit my teeth and respond
>"No Im not that retarded."
>I look toward the cat, its suckling the hammer of the pistol its carrying
>Its quite humorous
>Shit she can read my thoughts
>Fuck fuck fu...
>"No harm no foul, he IS retarded"
>She scruffs the top of his head staring into his grey fur
>"But he is MY retard, and he is quite cute isn't he?"
>Now that is a trick question
>She is right though, he is quite cute
>In a retarded way
>"How can you do that? Talking into my mind?"
>She giggles, my mind starts to hurt even more
>I clutch the left side of my head
>" I am quite....Powerful, gifted with magic"
>"Im sure you could ask the one you love about me"
>Shes reading my mind right now somehow
>Pangs and flash backs of the times with Sylva come about forcefully
>I feel the left side of my skull bleed
>My fingernails were digging into my scalp
>"You should have gotten used to it by now, Im not sure why its hurting you so much"
>She gets out of her chair of tiefling carcasses, she is even shorter than I am
>"Dont get me wrong, I dont give a shit"
>The catman follows her, plodding along like a toddler
>These things should not be, what are they these two?
>What are they? What are they? WHAT ARE THEY?
>I think about shooting her to make the pain stop, I raise my rifle and then force down the barrel with my left hand
>That would be a bad idea
>"You're right, that would be a bad idea."
>"What the fuck do you want with me..."
>The bloods staining my balaclava, I feel it dripping down onto my chest 
>"I need you to get me the rifle you found, and to kill those two elves that sent you to your death."
>Fuck that...That...That hurts! Im seeing red now...FUCK my eyes are throbbing!
>"What do I...I..."
>"What do you get? Not only do you get a teleport home, but you get to live after encountering me."
>Shes right underneath me now, I didn't hear or see her walking towards me
>She just appeared from where she was standing to where she is now, staring with her pale red unnatural eyes forming a cutesy crescent up to mine.
>"And now thats the best reward I can give you, now isn't it!"
>Sure sure yeah thats
>A teleport home?
>Thats what those fucking elves meant by a way home
>This....Thing...
>They wanted it to kill me for....What purpose?
>"The map has been listening in this entire time if you hadn't figured that out yet"
>Her mindspeak isn't hurting as much anymore...
>Its getting better as she said
>Still I...
>My head hurts with each word
>"Why didn't I think of that?"
>She shrugs her shoulders
>"Dunno, you might just be as stupid as my kitty"
>I look over to the cat thing, its....
>Still using its 1911 as a pacifier
>I chuckle abit at the sight of this thing
>I wouldn't say hes harmless but humorous 
>"Is there anything else or..?"
>"That thing in your pocket...That Ipod..."
>I get a shiver down my spine as asks about it
>She has to have some connection with Sylvas race
>Something about the mind magic, her appearance and what she said
>That I could ask Sylva about her, that she would know about her
>"What about it?"
>"Do you know what that is? What power it holds?"
>I give this some thought
>"Yeah, I've got an idea about what it can do"
>"Good, You know who will be looking for it if he catches wind of it?"
>"The Grand art-"
>My mouth forcefully closes
>Shes motioned with her hands to zip it
>Shaking her head back and forth
>"He has a device, much like your ipod that can hear his name being spoken across the world"
>"Just looking out for you man."
>Well thats nice of you 
>Very nice for a demonic entity
>Not sure what to make of it
>Not sure why I think shes nice
>She was just frying my brain a few seconds ago
>Might be magic fuckery on her part
>Definitely
>"Well I'll be off to do what I need to do...Will you two just stay...Here?"
>The cat is scratching the decapitated head of one of the tieflings
>Its begun kick its head..Looking dead into my eyes as its doing so
>She stares at him, then glances back at me
>And then back at him
>"Isn't he cute?"
>Might have to change my verdict on him
>This demon looks back at him and waves her hand at me
>"You can go now"
>I turn to leave and then a idea crops up in my mind
>"What do I call you two? Whats your name?"
>"Oh...You wouldn't be able to say my name, him?"
>Shes gripping her pearl skinned chin, red eyes narrowed and staring fixed onto the cat man as he kicks around the 1911 on the ground
>She nods in approval
>"Call him retard, I think he will respond to that"
>I nod in affirmation and begin to walk away
>"Oh wait! Catch!"
>She throws something and I instinctively catch it in the palm of my hand
>Fucking thing was aimed at my face
>And it hurts as I touch it
>Its a medallion of sorts, a red egg shaped thing with a mouth on its surface
>Is this a fucking behelit?
>"Ah so you've read berserk? I helped inspire that man, Miura was it? Its just a way for us to talk long distance, I may have need of you in the future."
>"I guess I will be calling you boss soon enough?"
>As I say this, she raises her finger aiming at me and throws a bolt of fire at me
>SHIT
>But it
>It hits only the map, the flames dont even hurt my flesh
>It turns into ash within my hoodies pocket
>I stand half turned around looking at her in shock, stunned at what happened just now
>"The elves were listening remember?"
>I can sense disapproval from her
>"But you aren't wrong, You're going to be useful for my plans on that side."
>Does she know my track record with failing to follow through?
>Haven't done a single thing I set out to do miss demon lady
>"You fucking will"
>Those damn lifeless, unnatural red eyes move into narrowed angry triangles
>My eyes are as wide as can be
>I just saw what she can do with fire
>"Alrighty, sure thing boss"
>"Thats better"
>I hear retard screeching inane idiocies, muffled by what I assume are the tiefling corpses
>She stares back and forth, from me to him
>"Shit I gotta go just murk those two elves and get me that pandora steel gun alright?"
>Pandora steel?
>Well I'll take my leave 
>Look at it this way, I just got a confirmed way of getting back home
>The price?
>The lives of two people I didn't like anyway and a really cool rifle
>Shit could be worse
>Its still night time
>Well I guess I will take more time to loot the corpses outside
>Dont want to travel on the road in the night
>Could end up quite bad for me
>I clutch the damn smoldering thing in my hands, looking at it as I think about the next step forward
>Its attached to this nice leather necklace
>I might as well put it over my neck
>I do so and I clear the cave entrance
>Things still are the same outside
>I hear the flickering of the blue flame lit torches, crackling here and there as a moth idiotically wanders into them
>The noise of the crickets and the swaying of the razor palm trees around me feels quite...
>Quite calming
>I take a moment to appreciate this, moving to one of the palm trees to rest my back on it
>After doing so I stare up into the star lit sky
>Wow now thats...
>Thats truly something fantastical
>The sky shines bright with all matter of different colored stars
>The sizes and shapes
>The moon is different too
>Abit larger
>The crescent of another seems to be in the clouds
>Not sure if thats something that I just saw or...
>I dont really care, Its just so wonderful all of it
>But damn, now I have a demon lady boss and a demon lady wife
>I wish these devil bitches would get out of my life
>I breathe heavily out of my nose and think about where I am going to go from here
>Im going to kill two elves in a town
>They are magic casters, they are swift as can be.
>How am I going to do this? 
>I'll kill'em in their sleep
>They are resting in the fattened sow
>Thats how I'll do it
>Might even try the whole pillow silencer thing
>Nah thats dumb
>I'll have to make a speedy getaway
>Maybe
>Maybe maybe maybe
>Guess I'll wing that part of it when the time comes
>Alright
>Time to loot the bodies for...
>Wait I could use their clothes to disguise myself
>Perfect...
>That'll work
>Maybe not though
>Tiefling clothes would stick out in a crowd
>Still I think I should give them a try
>Lord knows I need more clothes, might as well get them here
>Lord knows I need to get back to Sylva and the kids
>Lord knows I need to go back home and find a priest to tell this shit to
>I can only imagine what he'd think
>I clutch some grass in my hand and give it a sniff
>Purely out of curiosity
>It smells sweet and moist
>The very soil of this land is pleasant to the senses
>Its not for me, but it will make many people happy
>And many people dead in a ditch if they fuck up
>Still for some it might be better to die here having a good time for awhile than struggling out back home
>If what Floridas going through going on throughout the world I could imagine quite alot of people are dying and struggling out in the world
>Yeah shits fucked world wide I reckon
>But this shit ain't for me
>I wanna go back home and wife my woman
>Solve the hatebug problem
>Figure out what slipped through the portals
>Time to get up
>I look left, right and then behind my back
>Nothing around but the razor palms and swaying bamboo grass
>Getting up I smack my knees to shake off the dust off of my pants
>Looking around for the tiefling corpses I spot the two that I murked near the entrance
>I think about this for a moment, I dont really need any clothes, save for a new shirt or something
>My converse suck shit though, The damn soles are wearing off and they are busting from their seams 
>Their shoes are nice though
>Black leather shoes, Ninja shoes or some shit
>Tabi? I think they are called tabi
>Pretty sure that was on Naruto or something like that
>Damn!
>Im never going to fuckin watch Naruto again!
>Fuckin
>FUCK
>My laptops back home so I still can watch it
>Yeah yeah yeah so I have like six or seven seasons of Naruto on that laptop
>I dont really remember if its the Shippuden or the original
>I dont have that boruto shit saved on their though
>Ain't nobody watching that shit
>I walk over to the first corpse
>Its a dude
>Tall, lithe, slender face
>Mouth agape, laying flat on his back
>Dudes dead as shit
>I pat him down, looking for something worth while
>I find a coin pouch, I snap it off of his belt and then turn my attention to his shoes
>I sit myself right by him splaying my legs to be alongside his, sitting upright to compare shoe size
>I line it up with my finger
>Yeah its about an inch too long and an inch too slender
>Fuck oh welll
>I pat him on the chest
>"Well thanks for the cash, sorry for killing you and all"
>I get up and walk to the next
>The next one definitely wont fit
>This one is a tall woman, judging by the breasts
>And the size of her feet definitely eclipses mine
>I kneel down, patting her down looking for something of value
>Another one of those ceremonial looking carved knives
>Its not as beautiful as the other one
>I'll leave it with her
>Whats around her neck
>A necklace of talons and teeth
>Black eagle talons and white wolves teeth
>At least thats what they look to be
>Jade beads in between each tooth and claw
>Fuck it Im taking that
>It looks really good, No way I am going to leave it for the crows or...
>For their loved ones?
>Damn
>Well sucks to be them
>I could give less of a shit to be honest
>Its not like they are going to come over to Florida anytime soon
>I put on the necklace
>Shit it looks good on me damn
>Lets hope at least one of these red devil fuckers have similiar enough shoe sizes to mine
>Or else Im going to walk back to the dwarf town in raggedy shoes
>Imagining running away in barefeet from dwarf authorities after killing the two elves is enough to give me a chuckle
>I check all but the last one
>Or rather the first one
>The first one that I looted, the last one I checked for matching shoes
>I stare at her dead corpse
>And then glance at her exposed breast
>I should be more respectful of the dead
>Looting them was fun and all, they aren't going to take it with them
>But I should at least give them some semblance of respect
>I lay my sack of sausages and loot from her comrades onto her chest
>Sitting down I check the size of her shoes
>Its abit too long but
>It looks wide enough, let me check
>I loosen the strings attaching them and take the two off of them one by one
>I put the soles of her shoes on my soles
>Yep we got ourselves a match
>I lace them up, put my converse in my sack and then walk away but.
>Shoot 
>I forgot to cover her up
>I go back and do so, covering her with the scrap of clothe I tore off of her chest
>She was quite good looking too
>Off we go now
>I cant sleep next to them
>Might be some sort of fucked up sense of morality I have but I dont feel good about it
>I just walk along the lonesome stretch of road into the night
>Her shoes fit nice, damn near perfect match
>Damn I might have to switch back to my converse
>I keep thinking about who that person could've been
>Maybe those people were good people
>Maybe they were awful people, the elves said they were bandits but that doesn't mean a damn thing
>people can change, it takes time but they can do it
>They could've been good people if they weren't good people now
>I dont know that for certain
>What I dont know doesnt concern me
>Its just a cope and I know it
>I have to stay strong until I can get back home
>Then I can curl up with Sylva and tell her all about it
>Shoot I will have quite the story to tell her
>I take step after step and eventually the thoughts of the previous owner slip pasts my mind
>Its all good now
>I can travel unhindered now
>And now I walk this lonely road
>Im quite tired
>Theres a tree off the side of the road
>An oak tree it seems
>Some sort of oak tree
>I'll go rest there
>And rest inbetween its thick roots that breach the soil
>I climb the raised cliff of the road and walk towards it
>My sight is blurry as can be, I place my hand on its coarse bark and sit relaxed inbetween its roots
>I position myself inbetween its roots, snuggling up as best as I can
>The mental exertion of talking with the demon that called herself Gamer
>The emotional exertion of thinking about the lives I took
>The physical exertion of walking into the day and night
>Now all of that can be put to rest
>Now I may rest and sleep 
>And dream deep in the cleansing rain
>The rain, the rain, the rain
>The rain given to me by the Lord Christ
>That perpetual comfort that I came to realize
>I sleep into sleep
>And I dream, dream the same dream as I always do
>The dream of calming rain, coarsing rain permeating through me
>Refreshing rain
>Nourishing rain
>Wondrous rain
>I feel the warmth of the sun touch my face
>It jolts me awake, flinching I clench the grip of my rifle
>I look around
>Nothings here along this road
>Theres hardly anybody here in fantasy land, everyone must be so spaced out
>Like the old stories of the settlers moving out west to claim their patch of land
>They would've had a field day here
>rolling hills of bamboo switch grass as far as the eye can see
>The sun faintly raised along the horizon
>Its quite early, I must've only got a couple of hours of sleep
>But I am invigorated, motivated and ready to rock
>I have a job to do
>Kill the bastards that would've sent me to my death
>That demon with the cat
>Whatever those two are I do not want to get on their bad side
>I have a feeling that if I do not do as they say then It'll be quite bad for me
>Lethal or worse
>I have no idea how cruel the devils of this world are
>But I imagine from what Sylva said on that moonlight night they are quite...
>Imaginative
>Very imaginative
>The one I met seems to be at odds with the nerd devil
>can't really call him by his title
>"Graaaaand Artificeeer!"
>I wave my hands on the sides of my face
>What a fucking nerd
>Nerd
>I look around left to right
>Right to left
>Shit
>Ok
>Nobody saw or heard that so I am all clear
>I get up and dust myself off
>Time to get back home
>I feel something slightly warm along my neck
>Oh thats the behelit necklace thing that catlady demon gave me
>....
>I feel a sharp pain in my head after that thought
>Shit she heard that
>No pain follows after that initial sharp prick
>Gotta watch what I say and think I guess when I wear this thing
>Gonna remember to take this thing off when I piss and shit
>Definitely going to remember to take it off when I reunite with Sylva
>I check my pockets for the ipod, clutching it I then foist my backpack full of loot over my shoulder
>And then I begin to walk my lonesome stretch of road
>All the way to town
>And a little aways outside of it
>I remember that I need to pick up something outside of town
>A certain thunder gun
>Might prove useful sometime here or back home
>...
>Definitely would be useful here or home, what the fuck am I thinking?
>I walk and walk and walk
>Hours and hours and hours
>These tiefling shoes are comfortable for sure
>They put a certain spring to my step
>Beautiful black leather boots, they seem to cling right to my skin now
>Some sort of magical ninja shoes or something
>I dont really know anything about magic
>Maybe they are, maybe they aren't
>Who am I to know?
>I just took'em off some bitch
>Yeah
>Yeah I did
>I started whistling sometime an hour back
>Its a couple hours past noontime now
>I can see the wisps of smoke of the dwarven city-town
>'bout another four or five hours away or so
>Fuck it I have some more sausage to eat
>Im going to have to pick Sylvas brain when I get back
>Can she even cook?
>I hope so, surely there are some magical cooking recipes that she must know
>My mouth beings to drool, and quite alot
>Must be some side effect of the skinwalker thing
>I look around the horizon
>Nothing, nada, zilch
>Swaying bamboo switch grass green and yellow dancing in the breeze
>A cool breeze blows into my eyes
>Smells crystal clear, almost clears my nicotine coated mouth of its stench
>Shit I haven't brushed my teeth since St. Aug
>I wonder what the hell I was thinking
>I squat and cup my hand over my mouth and breathe
>I smell and....
>OH FUCK
>I GOTTA BRUSH
>I gag a little
>How could I ignore that?
>Absolutely rancid, another reason for me to hurry back home
>But...More importantly
>I am hungry as can be and theres a sausage with my name on it
>I remove my backpack from my shoulder, loosen the string closing the lid and root around for the sausage
>I have half left but it'll be enough for me
>Found it!
>I take it out and immediately begin tearing into it
>Im not even chewing before swallowing at this point
>Munch munch munch
>Fuck I....
>I am quite thirsty
>After I eat the rest of the sausage I leave the wrapper along the road and foist up the backpack
>Gotta get a move on, It'll be dusk when I get back
>I've lingered for too long
>Just there...
>Whats that?
>I saw a pair of eyes in the switch grass just now
>Red eyes, white eyes
>Its those two?
>They dont pay me any mind, they just speed on their way past me towards the town
>Just a glimpse and I knew that they were looking right at me
>Fuck they move fast
>Must be some sort of spell that they cast onto themselves
>Though couldn't they just teleport?
>They might do this to work out or...Or something
>"Ding ding ding" I hear, a crackle in my mind
>Im never going to get used to that
>It wasn't as bad as it was at first but...
>Why couldn't they talk to me in some other way?
>So thats it then
>Hm
>Well off to go get my other rifle and to dome those two elves
>The dusk light is shining right into my eyes
>Towns near enough though
>I gotta think this next part through
>I figured that they innkeep will go to inspect the sound of a gunshot
>Im gonna kill those two in their sleep
>It'll be quicker, safer and a lot less conspicuous 
>I'll have to be quiet when I enter
>Im thinking about how I'll go about it
>I pantomime the motions of me entering silently, grasping an imaginary doorknob turning it slowly
>Placing my hand onto the side of the door and just so slightly moving it ajar
>Peering into the imaginary room
>Wow I am autistic
>But that was a fun little exercise
>I get back to focusing on the road ahead
>Dirt path road yields to red brick road
>And I've entered the city limits
>I never understood the layout of this city
>I figured I'd just walk straight through until I get to the other side and then make my way to the tank
>That'll be another half day of walking so I better pick up some drinks
>I looted some silver and copper coins from those tieflings too
>So I will be able to splurge, considering this'll be my final purchase in fantasy land
>I enter a sort of four story apartment complex section of the city, shit I dont remember this
>Theres what I am looking for though
>A dwarvish child is selling drinks from a reddish-pink pitcher
>Little tykes got a lemonade stand
>I guess things are the same no matter where you go
>I walk over the street, minding the horse drawn carriage speeding past my as I cross
>I stand in front of the stand, he's nodding off to sleep
>I knock twice on the wooden stand with the two silver coins inbetween my knuckles
>He flips his widebrim straw hat up to see, sitting upright and staring up at me
>He stares wide eyed at the two coins I have
>I motion for him to procure me some of that delicious sweet smelling fruit juice
>He reaches beneath the stand, procuring a large metal flask
>Like a regular nalgene, except shorter and wider
>Nicely made
>Shoot maybe I've offered too much?
>Nah I'll make this kids day
>He pours in the juice to the metal flask and hands it to me
>I grasp it with my left hand and then put the two silver coins into his hands
>The little shits heart skips a beat and I can hear his feet jumping off the ground as I walk away
>I look back over my shoulder and he is still dancing behind his stall clutching his two silver coins
>I chuckle and shake my head, Going back to face the crowd of dwarves yelling and clutching pamphlets of paper
>Shoot this looks serious
>I step onto one of them thats fallen onto the brick pavement
>Shit thats..
>I pick it up and look through it
>Can't make out a lick of it but theres a ton of caricatures of elves being smashed over the head by a very burly dwarf
>Oh shit
>Nazi dwarves?
>I mean Im jumping the gun here, at the very least they are racist
>One of them is screaming through a cone
>It seems to be very rousing to the dwarves yelling and waving the pamphlets in the air
>He's dressed in a miners uniform and looks my direction
>I go to salute him with an outstretched fist
>He goes to laugh and the dwarves in the crowd follow suit
>Seems like I did the right thing
>Something something human-dwarf solidarity
>The rabble rouser on the soap box goes back to yelling in his deep dwarvish speech
>Motions towards me a couple of times as I pass by the crowd
>Hope I made your rally a nice one Mr. Dwarf Hitler
>I finally take a sip of the juice I bought from the dwarf kid
>Huh
>Very interesting
>Its like a banana?
>Kinda clings to the sides of my lips like the spice of a jalapeno pepper
>But its not spicy its a sort of dull sweet
>Quite refreshing though, Its just what I needed
>Theres a certain pep to my step as I walk past the fattened sow
>I made sure that the elves weren't out watching
>They might be cooped up inside
>Infact I think they most certainly are
>I walk past them, Seeing the dwarves steam cloud spewing tram car move past chock full of dwarves turning away from the factory on the periphery of the town
>Its moving towards the residential side of town, the area near the dwarf rally
>Im kind of curious what the current state of race relations are in fantasy land
>Its kind of funny, we got the elf-dwarf hatred right on our side.
>Apparently it stretches beyond time and space, being made aware in the minds of those that think about it
>That, or I am being a fucking scitzo
>Fuck it I wanna listen to some music
>I procure the ipod and put the earbuds in
>Just outside of the city limits
>Skies getting dark but
>I know where I am going
>Gotta go back to the tank
>Gotta get the thunder rifle before I go home
>I press play and it plays something I haven't heard in a while
>(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rCKI2G3ey9M&list=OLAK5uy_l3mqXITy2bo7IGdeVYArKNZUqOD3e2eeM)
>I guess the ipod knows me more than I know myself, Gosh what a wonderful song
>It knows that I want to go back
>Back to home
>Back to the woman I love
>Back to the land of my youth
>Back to my world
>I think thats it
>I just want to go back
>And theres nothing wrong with that
>Im out of the city now, walking the dirt road towards the tank
>Walking down I look out to the horizon
>Dwindling light still touches the sweeping plains
>Flickering light touching the swaying bamboo switch grass
>Pleasantly dusk starts to turn to night
>The last sliver of the orange sun of this world shines its last
>And the faint glow of the sun touched earth makes way to dark night
>My eyesight adjusts slowly, surely to this new scenery and I look out for that one marker off on the plateau
>I still see the footprints I made on the descent off the plateau
>Where I once walked will be where I climb back up
>It takes time to get up there
>But now I am up there
>And I look around for that tree growing ontop of the tank
>A fine oak tree no less
>I see it and make my way to it
>I take a moment to look around the plateau before I go
>Two pairs of eyes are off in the distance
>One red and one white
>Don't they have something better to do?
>I thought they were going to wait on me in the cave?
>Must've gotten bored or....Or something?
>Thats it
>I pop the top hatch of the tank and root around for the rifle
>Grabbing it I hoist it above my head and wave to the two eyes
>Come to think of it
>Those were the two eyes peering down upon me at Rhoins Mansion
>I wonder
>I hope they haven't hurt Rhoin or the elf
>Im more concerned about Rhoin than that elf slut but
>Ah oh well
>I see the retarded cats hand waving above the brush of grass
>The hand of his owner brings it down
>Quite cute for two demonic abominations
>What no sharp pain in my head for that one? 
>I dont want to push my luck
>Best go murder those two fucking elves
>The times right after all
>The dead of night
>For two soon to die
>And then?
>Then I will return to my soon to be wife
>Best get back into town now
>I walk down off the plateau, going back to the fattened sow for the last time
>I've got it figured out
>Those two are nearby
>I imagine that they'll get me out of there quickly
>Might not even have to bother killing them silently
>Still
>Best not leave it to chance

>I walk back into town, tailed by the two demons 
>I hear a snicker, a gibbering idiots gleeful laugh sometime there in the shadows around me
>Do they goad me?
>Why would they need to do such, they must know that I will do it
>Or do the two laugh with me and not at me?
>Do I need to care?
>I've enter the city-town of the dwarves
>Dim lit green streetlamps illuminate the walkway to my destination
>The fattened sow
>Where my journey here truly began
>Where I hope that it will end soon
>So that my journey back home can continue
>I reach the door and the first obstacle to my journey home begins
>its locked
>I stare left and right
>The blue flicker of the enchanted chandeliers shines through the stained glass windows of this traditional dwarven tavern
>The innkeeper, the one dwarf barmaid that swindled me out of my benchmade is still working behind the counter
>I hear the stumping of her feet
>I knock once
>I knock twice
>I knock a third time
>"Get back home yee drunk pack o' dwarves!"
>I knock again, "Im not a dwarf you stupid hoe"
>"Oh is that the human Rhoin met the other day? Come on i-"
>I hear her hand slap the counter and her fast walking steps approaching the door
>What a goofass
>She unlocks the door with a affirmative and loud crank of a latch
>Opening it widely and showing off her..
>Ok I get it but I am not going to look at your breasts
>"Yeah I need a place to stay for the night"
>"Oh uh....Do you have the coin..?"
>"Sure whats the cost for a night?"
>"Five silvers!"
>I root around my pockets
>Fuck it 
>I grab the full amount out of my pocket, some twenty or so coins in total
>"Yeah I'd like the room next to the elves and my knife back."
>"OH! Sure thing mr...uh..."
>"Psycho"
>Her eyebrow raises on that
>"Sure thing Mr Psycho"
>Bitch forgot my name
>I listen around for any noise
>Just the flicker of the candles and the dwarf barmaid searching for the key to my room and the knife that I sold her
>I want to do this right

>The dwarf barmaid is walking in front of me, holding a lit candle illuminating her way to the room
>We're climbing the stairs to the second floor and I am reminded that she hasn't given me my knife back
>"Miss, I paid for my knife." I grumble, A slight look of surprise on her face and a quick jolt of her hand into her pocket follows after my request
>At least I am going to get it back
>"Ah yeh, sorry about that Psycho..." She produces it from her pocket and hands it off to me
>I accept it, and her guiding walk to my room continues
>I take a quick sniff of my benchmade
>Apples?
>Yeah, yeah she was cutting apples with my knife
>What a waste of such a nice knife
>No matter, its not like she was sticking it in shit
>She starts to give the rooms a knock
>What?
>SHIT!
>That'll wake them up
>Or...something?
>Can't really do anything about it
>It'll set them on edge for sure
>But Its not like I have to do this stealthy anyway
>Those two retards are close by, I figured they want this done as quickly as I can
>But they dont want to be the ones to do it for....
>Whatever reason
>She wakes the two, I hear them walking towards the room
>Shit...How are those two going to respond when they see me?
>I grasp my pistol, calmly move it behind my back and stand still
>One of the elves has gotten up, the dwarf maid still is going door to door knocking.
>What a rude bitch, You fucked everything up
>I can't risk putting my back to these elves
>Fuck stealth mode
>Fuck it I just wanna go home
>Open that door and show your face you knife eared piece of shit
>Show it
>Show it so I can shoot it
>The door creaks open
>One elvish eye shines through the door
>I shoot my hand out, pointing my pistol right at his eye
>I see the shock in his eyes
>*BANG*
>The other ones gotten up, the dwarf maid starts screaming
>I hear a thud, the sound of an elvish body hitting the floor
>Now for the other one
>I kick the door and the swift swipe of the elves blade hits into my pistol, stuck in the steel barrel
>Such incredible speed!
>Its caught in the barrel of my pistol, I torque the pistol down, wrenching  the sword out of her hand
>I receive a side kick the the chest, I fly back into the hallway of the room
>Still clutching my sword lodged pistol in hand, I throw it into the stairway far out of her reach
>She has a knife in her hand shit
>Blazing fast, I feel her shove it into my chest
>Its missed my heart by a couple of inches
>Shes ontop of me, I see her green devilish anger filled eyes
>She must see my sharptoothed grin
>Now this is a good fight!
>I grasp my knife and push the lever, the blade shoots out and into her forearm it goes
>I hold her down with my left hand anchoring her close with the knife stuck into her arm
>She tries to saw her knifes edge closer to my heart
>SHIT
>I push her closer, pressing the knife away from my heart and into my sternum
>It hurts but I dont care
>I punch the side of her gut with my right hand, she bites onto my shoulder
>Oh what a good idea!
>I bite into the left side of her neck and shake my head like a pitbull would
>Grabbing onto her right shoulder I feel the blood spurting into my mouth and onto my cheeks
>The dwarf is still screaming
>The blood tastes sweet, Damn damn DAMN This feels good!
>What an adrenaline high! Nothing else like it I FEEL ALIVE!
>She claws my face with her free hand, I feel the the left hand trying to twist and turn the knife in my chest
>Its too far away from my heart, its stuck into my sternum
>Her legs are thrashing about helplessly
>I lunge my head back, tearing out a chunk of flesh that I spit out onto the floor
>Then I punch and punch and punch and punch
>I punch into her head
>Again and again and again
>Never ending, Finally she goes limp 
>I dont stop, I hear snickering and cackling
>I hope you are happy boss! I sure as hell am!
>I grin wide eyed as can be
>I feel alive! I feel alive alive alive alive!
>What a wonderful way to live!
>The dwarf is screaming, I dont care
>I look around to see what I just did
>The body of the male elf lies on its back, blood pooling from his head in their room
>I pull my knife out of the female elfs forearm
>It hasn't nicked at all
>I press the lever out and in
>It flicks in and out
>I flick it in again
>Its working just fine
>But damn, then I see whats in front of me
>The body of the female elf is unrecognizable from the chest up
>I crumbled her chest cavity with the punch to her ribs
>Theres nothing left of her face, her shoulder bones are visible 
>Neck vertebra and parts of her skull are all around the room
>Blood on the floor
>Blood on the walls
>Blood on the ceiling
>Fuckin blood everywhere and most of it isn't mine
>Shit uh...
>Fuck this thing hurts
>I look down at my chest
>This knife here....Its in my chest
>Shit uh....
>Better pull it out I guess
>Its alittle difficult its...lodged into the bone
>I pull it out and....and..."FUCK FUCK FUCK!"
>Wow that hurts!
>The dwarf is still screaming
>Quite the pair of lungs on her
>Uh...huh well
>I check my left pocket and find some more coins
>I throw them at her
>"Shut the fuck up"
>She doesn't
>Fuck it
>I get up and start to walk towards the stairs
>I get to the stairs and notice my bloods dripping down past me
>Shoot uh...I guess I will have to badger the female devil for a heal or...Something
>I dont know any field medicine or nothing
>I make my way past the sword stuck pistol in the stairway and go walk near some of the tables
>I take a couple of cotton tablecloths and pack the wound, keeping it pressed to my chest
>Shit I forgot my backpack
>Its abit of a chore, but I make my way up the stairway and to the still screaming dwarf barmaid
>She screams even more
>"JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
>She doesn't
>"IM JUST FUCKING GETTING MY BACKPACK AND LEAVING FUCK!"
>I pick it up from where I left it and go back down the stairs again
>I shake my head back and forth and wince
>She drew some blood from when she bit me
>Not as much as I did
>I go to look in a mirror along the bar to inspect the damage and...
>Huh wait whats tha...
>Fuck my face is clawed to shit
>I sure hope thats not permanent
>Sylva wouldn't kiss my face
>Fuck my mother wouldn't even kiss my face
>I walk out the door and see the demon with the cat
>"Can we go now?" I ask the two
>The retard is gnawing my bloodsoaked hands
>Little things kinda cute but uh....
>What the fuck
>The female demon is looking smug, happy as can be
>Im sure if she had a mouth she'd have a shit eating grin
>"Look can I just go home now?"
>Her eyes are directed toward a patch of dirt shes pressing into with her boot
>...
>Oh fucking no...
>"Well..."
>Fucking damn it
>"Yeah ok we can go now"
>Phew 
>Didn't even need to worry
>Her hand stretches out and a purple tear into reality emerges
>The doddering idiot kitty stops licking up the blood on my hand and lunges into it
>She walks towards it and beckons me to come into it quickly
>I hear the dwarvish town bells sound and I do so quickly as can be
>I am enveloped into it and feel the churning tides of an unknown dimension enveloping my being
>And then I am there, on pavement on some sort of road

>The grit of the asphalt road scuffs the side of my hand as I force myself up from the ground
>W-what is this place
>This can't be....
>Tampa?
>The familiar highrises, the airport...
>Im on the bridge that connects St.pete and Tampa proper
>Yeah, Its Tampa alright
>The road to St.pete is blocked off by a massive wreck ahead, a pileup of trucks, vans and cars
>Wait where is the person that brought me here
>That idiotic cat is here with me
>He is just kicking some loose dirt around
>....
>Where did she go? Where is she?
>Well uh...
>Looking left and right I notice something off into the distance
>Something big waving to and fro
>Almost like grass
>Several stalks around a air control tower
>I can't make out what they are
>It can stay a mystery for all I care
>No need to look for trouble if I can help it
>I sling the lootsack lying on the ground over my back and start to weigh my options on where to go
>Do I go up through St.pete and make my way up north?
>Or do I follow the highway home?
>The highway would theoretically take less time but...
>I dunno last time I barely made it out alive with Sylva
>Shit I think the right play here is to take the back roads through the country
>That'll have its own issues
>In the area up north there weren't that many people around on account of the hatebugs
>....
>My thoughts on the situation have been interrupted by the "retard"
>His small hands have grasped my leg and hes begun slamming his head into my knee
>Once
>Twice
>Three times
>"Fuckin stop it"
>Four times
>Five times
>"What the fuck do you want"
>His stomach grumbles loudly
>Grunting and pointing at his stomach with his paw and then points at me
>....
>I am a babysitter for a demon girl
>Second job with his owner is for me to babysit the retard?
>Fine, fuck it
>I'll feed the kid then I'll remind the devil lady that she left her cat behind
>I still have that behelit thing
>Might as well grab it to give her a ring
>The migraines come back and I hear a rippling sound of a portal opening up behind me
>"Ill be taking him now"
>I look behind me and sure enough its the catlady devil
>"Yeah I figured this wasn't on purpose"
>"No no no, it was"
>Her pale salmon red blobs for eyes wide as can be
>Right
>I stand there as she grabs him by the hand
>The retarded cat looks at me with the two white stains of reality he calls his eyes
>Does the little thing like me?
>Why?
>Look at your owner or...Something
>"He doesn't like many people you know." The catlady demon says as she rips open another portal, where to I do not know.
>"Hes...Special..."
>Not content with leaving on that note I wave goodbye and then turn to look around the bay
>I breathe in the salty air of the bay and say "Goodbye and take care you two, thanks for the portal home"
>I hear quiet cackling laughter and idiotic gibbering as the two walk into the portal, enveloped by the purple tendrils of mysterious energy
>"Dont mention it"
>I hear that in my mind and then...
>Silence
>And nothing
>Something about my hand catches my attention
>There was bits of bone and flesh stuck into it
>From punching the elf I imagine
>Just thinking about that makes me realize how much the skinwalker blood has strengthened me
>Fine, this is just fine
>I breathe in the air for a bit longer and start to make my way to Tampa
>I need to find transportation home
>I take my first step
>The first I have taken since coming back
>I just look at my foot, noticing that
>And then I look up, noticing something fluttering in my field of vision
>A bird?
>No, something larger than that
>Whatever it is, its holding a spear
>A kitchen knife fastened onto a metal pole
>From the ruffles of feathers its protruding beaked face emerges to look at me
>Its alone
>I unsling my AR and shoulder it
>It flies away in a panic, squawking as it flies underneath the highway
>I could have shot it down
>Why didn't I?
>Guess I didn't feel like it
>That was an interesting little bird
>It had arms and legs in addition to wings
>Well its time to start this journey properly
>Time to go home

>I walk and walk
>And then walk some more
>And then some more ontop of that
>I've long passed the stretch of the highway and have made it into the city
>occasional gunshots ring out breaking the silence
>People are still here and they are armed
>Unlike before I have to watch my ass
>I hug the buildings along the stretch of road
>Walking behind a CVS, Then a Tacobell, Then a Chase bank
>Dirty and grimey as can be, trash strewn about clinging to burnt and shot out cars
>There was quite alot of action here days ago it seems
>As I near the edge of an intersection something catches my eye
>Theres a pile of bodies in the distance, just out of sight on the otherside of the intersection
>Blood stains line the clearing to the intersection
>Somebody is using whoever or whatever that walks across the street for target practice
>Who knows if he is still doing it
>But I know for sure that I am not going to risk it
>I look around for alternative ways to get around.
>I can't go right, I might end up in his sights if I do
>I do not want to go back
>I can only go left, through the neighborhood
>I can only hope this is the right call to make
>I walk back somewhat and then crouch walk along a crumbling concrete wall
>Must've been a nice neighborhood decades back
>The pitter patter of my footsteps is all I hear for awhile
>And then...
>someone starts playing some sort of music in one of the houses
>Nightcore?
>...
>Why?
>Why in a warzone are you playing nightcore?
>Maybe this is the guy that was sniping niggers on that stretch of the road..
>Or maybe not
>Still, despite my immediate desire to kill a weeb I dont think thats the right thing to do
>I look left and right before I cross the street
>Gosh this place is a ruin
>Overgrown grass, dilapidated paint peeled buildings
>Its only a week into the apocalypse
>I guess this neighborhood was pregaming for this for a long time
>I dont see anything moving
>I dont see any real reason not to cross
>I sprint to the side of another house
>I sprint through the overgrown hedges and lean my back onto the side of the house
>Hyperventilating
>Breathing fast and heavy
>Shit this is nerve wracking 
>I dunno might be overreacting
>And then I hear it
>This motherfucker is playing caramelldansen
>I fucking hate caramelldansen
>I feel the blood vessels of my eyes tensing up
>I could kill him
>I could also choose not too
>I look around the corner to peer at the rainbow flashing characteristic of the caramelldansen video
>Theres a figure dancing near the window
>He has horns on his head
>Like the skinwalker I met on the highway
>Is it the same one?
>I'd have to get closer to check
>I sprint to the next house and hide behind it
>Still to far away to see him
>Hes still dancing though like a total moron
>I sprint to the next house, he is still dancing to the rhythm of that terrible, terrible song
>I look over, now I can see him clearly
>Those scars look familiar
>Yeah thats him alright, thats the one that bled all over my van
>...And gave me my strength, night vision and pointy teeth
>Shoot hes seen me
>Gnarl toothed grin wide as can be
>Those damn green eyes stretched wide
>He looks happy as he waves hi to me
>I hear it now, his drawn out raspy voice 
>"HhhHHhiiiiiii!"
>Hes cool just....
>I dunno I...
>Hes kind of a pain in the ass to talk to
>And he did try to chase my ass in my van days back
>Fuck it, I feel like the way things are going it can't hurt to have friends
>Im going to pay the skinwalker a visit
>Shoot maybe he can get a car for me since he ruined mine
>I wave back
>He stops waving and turns off the terrible music
>Thank God he tries to be courteous
>Alright yeah
>I sling my AR behind my back
>Time to pay the skinwalker a visit
>Maybe he can help me to a backpack too
>Dont want to push it though
>I stop my skulking and start walking over to his house
>This is going to be...Something
>I get by to his house and give the door a knock
>The car outside is the....Its the motherfucking Diablo Sylva and I took to the beach
>I wonder if I can ask for that back, its mine after all
>Or was mine
>Semantics
>I knock the door again
>Dudes taking his sweet ti...
>The door opens, and in the dark room I see the skinwalkers eyes glow faintly
>"Hhhhhelllo frenn!"
>"Hey Skinbro...Could you turn on some lights?"
>His head lurches back abit then nods once, turning behind him I hear him flick on the light switches
>The room around him lights up
>"Fffeeel free to whatevers in the fridge!" He moves away from the open door
>So uh...I guess I can come in?
>I walk in and find that the house isn't that badly kept
>I figured it would've been in poorer condition, trash strewn about, bloodstains everywhere and bloody bodies in the corners
>Nope, fucker takes immaculate care of his house. Shoot theres even a scented candle lit
>Barely masking the skinwalker odor, but still an A+ for effort on skinnybros part
>He said I could help myself to whatevers in the fridge so....I'll just go take a look in there
>Maybe I'l find organ meats or racks of ribs or
>I open it and find none of those things
>Just rows after rows of Bang: Pina colada energy drinks
>Fucking Cliff bars in the fridge?
>Craisins, Three gallons of milk, oh ok theres a rack of ribs
>I dont think those are the pig ribs
>Im not going to fault a man for his culinary preferences, especially with all this gay shit going on in the world
>Im just going to take a energy drink and three of your cliff bars Skinbro
>I crack it open and give it a sip
>Now thats, thats refreshing as can be
>"Sssso do youuu waaant tooo waAaatch anytheeeng?"
>Hm....The skinwalker likes anime, I fucking know he does from him playing that....Atrocity
>"Yeah do you got Legends of the Galactic Heroes?"
>I lean over to look at him
>Skinbro nods
>"WHheeech EpisoOode?"
>I think about this for abit
>"Lets start with the first and see where it goes"
>We've sat down to watch kino hours and hours ago
>Hes sitting in a large wicker bound round chair, Its so big it could be a bed
>Im sitting on a beanbag, splayed out with my rifles resting beside me
>Its kinda comfy not gonna lie, Skinwalkerbro must've bathed recently because he doesn't smell as bad as he did in the van
>Just sitting there staring at the screen, never stopping his gaze at the action unfolding on the screen
>We've sat here all day watching Legend of the Galactic heroes, Its getting dark and there I see it
>Hes been smiling faintly this entire time
>The same can of beer he was drinking when I entered his house clutched in his hand
>He hasn't drunk from it since I came in
>"Hey bro whats your name?"
>His trance broken his head quickly turns to stare at me, he slowly lifts his head up to stare at the ceiling and his forefingers claw starts to scratch at this throat
>"Dream, Cccall meee Dreeeam"
>Odd choice in a name
>Being a little hypocritical aren't I?
>"Well ok Dream, buddy, I need to get a car to drive home and I could use your help."
>I jingle the sack of stuff I looted from the tieflings in fantasy land
>"I have some shit to trade for your help?"
>He waves his hand in dismissal
>"nNnnoo neeed frienn"
>He starts to dig around in his right pocket for something
>finding it he throws it at me
>its the keys to the Diablo, the ones that sylva made with an iridescent murloc fish skin lanyard wrapped around it
>Seems like he fought against those things too
>And won
>"iiits yYourz Aneywaay"
>Thanks skinbro, you're the best
>"Mmake suure toOo viseet soomtimeee sSsoon! Wwee neeed to waAatch eet Ahll"
>he points to the widescreen tv, still playing Legends of the Galactic heroes
>I can't make that promise, with all of whats going on right now
>But I should visit him when I get the chance
>"Sure thing Dream, come visit us sometime too. Sylva and the kids would love to see you!"
>He scratches his temple and chuckles on that one
>his bullshit sensor is working
>Dream was always a bro
>Except when he chased after my van
>The beer calmed him down enough though, and that was after his ass getting scorched by Sylva
>Seems like he doesn't really give a shit about that anymore
>Seems like it
>I have a feeling that you can never really tell with that guy
>Before I leave I have to ask him a question
>"Was it you shooting those people at the intersection....?"
>Dreams eyes widen for abit as he cocks his head back
>Does he think I will have a problem with it?
>Its a dog eat dog world out there right now
>Or rather a skinwalker eat man world in this case
>Rubbing the back of his head and clawing at his antlers he mutters out a raspy sound, something that I take for a "Uhhh" or Uhh-equivalent
>"yYyyeesh Iiii gawt hhHunghry.."
>I shrug
>"Well you do you Dream, at least you are taking care of yourself out here. I wanted to know 'cuz I'd hate to drive out there and get brained driving back home."
>Dream breathes out a sigh of relief, shoulders slumpt over he gets up to fetch something from the kitchen
>He produces a tall nalgene bottle that he begins gulping down
>Some of it splashes out of his mouth onto the floor
>Gross
>But at least he cleans up his mess
>Which is more than you can say for most humans
>"Well uh...I'll be off now" I launch out of the beanbag, slinging my two rifles and sack full of tiefling loot
>Dream puts out a hand to stop me
>I make a fist with my right hand, ready to deck him if this is something....
>He produced another water bottle, hes handing it to me with a smile on his snaggle toothed wolf face
>Making what weebs would call a "UwU face too
>Im sure you are a hit with the skinwalker ladies Dream, wherever they may be
>I unclench my fist and accept it
>He opens the door for me and I see a glimmer of delight in his eyes before I turn away to put the stuff in the car
>He somehow fixed the back glass and the spear puncture mark
>Welded it all up too
>Good on him
>Thats a good man....Errh....Skinwalker
>Whatever
>I open the passenger car door, place the SVT40 and AR delicately in
>The SVT40's barrels up, I lay the AR along its side with the grip near the drivers seat
>Figured if I need it might as well have it ready for me to use
>I plop the tiefling loot sack in the foot well of the passenger seat
>I close the door and hop in the drivers seat
>I turn the keys and Rammstein starts to play
>Engel
>(https://youtu.be/x2rQzv8OWEY?t=10)
>Nice choice in songs Dream, Im glad that you dont just like shit
>Alright its getting dark...
>But...
>I dont need headlights...
>Thanks Dream, for the car and the blood gift! I can drive back home in style
>Stealthing out of Tampa
>Theres a pair of binoculars lying on the dashboard
>Those might come in handy, but they are going to stay there for now
>I shift into reverse and exit his driveway
>I see him trying to wave through a small window out of his kitchen window
>Your friendly skinwalker
>Who would've thought I would have one as a friend
>I shift into drive and head off into the dusk night
>But something comes to mind
>Dream must've used a rifle to take out those people, Those bloodstains were caused from gunshots
>I should've asked him about what guns he had, I have no idea what type of guns skinwalkers like
>Something about that strikes my curiosity, I'll have send him a text sometime tomorrow asking him about what he has
>Might be an interesting conversation to have
>I pull out of the neighborhood, engine roaring as I speed down the abandoned road
>I notice something
>Shit theres some fucking niggers hanging around the gas station
>They yell and start to shoot at me, 
>FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
>I hear it pierce through the metal bodywork of the Diablo, through the passenger seat, through the engine hood, through the back panel of the trunk
>FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
>I speed away, eventually their shooting stops
>"MOTHERFUCKERS! MOTHERFUCKERS! ILL SHOOT YOU MOTHER FUCKERS"
>I slam the breaks screeching to a halt 
>"ILL SHOW YOU"
>I lunge my hand out for the SVT40 grasping it
>"I'm going to cast lightning on you NIGGERS!"
>I kick open the door and shoulder the rifle, aiming down the sights I see the pack of fucking niggers set up shop to shoot drivers down
>"Eat shit nigger" I look at their laughing and hollering faces off in the distance
>I pull the trigger two times
>Lightning flashes and thunder cracks twice
>The gas station explodes into a roaring inferno
>Damn now thats
>Thats what they call art right there
>Beautiful as can be
>Oh fuck
>Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck
>I can't help but to do it
>I need to do it
>My autistic ass can't help it
>Im going to do it
>"EEEEEXPLOwSSIOON!"
>I yell as loud as can possibly shout as I stretch out my hands
>"Hahahahahaha!" I laugh as I keel over laughing at what I just did
>Fuckin Megumin 
>Fuckin Konusuba 
>I bakarasu'd some fucking niggers with a lightning gun!
>"Aaaahaha!"
>"aaaaah"
>"Ok I gotta get moving hahaha"
>I shake my head and turn to get back into the car, I place my rifle lovingly upright in the passenger seat and give it a pat on the rearsight
>I swear I heard a whimper or something
>That gives me pause for a bit, I scan the area around me awhile
>Shifting my eyes left and right I finally start the car and coast down the road
>Figured that insects mostly would hunt during day I think it'll be safe for now
>Im taking a risk but I think its ok for me to drive down the highway
>I drive up the turnoff and then something catches my eye near the airport
>I finally see what was waving off in the distance
>"What the fuck is that..."
>I stop the car for a bit and take out my binoculars
>I look out into the distance near the airport and....
>"What the fuck....?"
>I see what seem to be planes, but are not
>These planes have necks, their wings jutting out of the metal wings
>Their cockpit head and neck craned up to the sky
>Then I hear the soft trilling sound that they make
>its faint, you can barely hear it 
>But it sounds something totally alien
>I lunge my hand out for the SVT40 grasping it
>"I'm going to cast lightning on you NIGGERS!"
>I kick open the door and shoulder the rifle, aiming down the sights I see the pack of fucking niggers set up shop to shoot drivers down
>"Eat shit nigger" I look at their laughing and hollering faces off in the distance
>I pull the trigger two times
>Lightning flashes and thunder cracks twice
>The gas station explodes into a roaring inferno
>Damn now thats
>Thats what they call art right there
>Beautiful as can be
>Oh fuck
>Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck
>I can't help but to do it
>I need to do it
>My autistic ass can't help it
>Im going to do it
>"EEEEEXPLOwSSIOON!"
>I yell as loud as can possibly shout as I stretch out my hands
>"Hahahahahaha!" I laugh as I keel over laughing at what I just did
>Fuckin Megumin 
>Fuckin Konusuba 
>I bakarasu'd some fucking niggers with a lightning gun!
>"Aaaahaha!"
>"aaaaah"
>"Ok I gotta get moving hahaha"
>I shake my head and turn to get back into the car, I place my rifle lovingly upright in the passenger seat and give it a pat on the rearsight
>I swear I heard a whimper or something
>That gives me pause for a bit, I scan the area around me awhile
>Shifting my eyes left and right I finally start the car and coast down the road
>Figured that insects mostly would hunt during day I think it'll be safe for now
>Im taking a risk but I think its ok for me to drive down the highway
>I drive up the turnoff and then something catches my eye near the airport
>I finally see what was waving off in the distance
>"What the fuck is that..."
>I stop the car for a bit and take out my binoculars
>I look out into the distance near the airport and....
>"What the fuck....?"
>I see what seem to be planes, but are not
>These planes have necks, their wings jutting out of the metal wings
>Their cockpit head and neck craned up to the sky
>Then I hear the soft trilling sound that they make
>its faint, you can barely hear it 
>But it sounds something totally alien
>I lunge my hand out for the SVT40 grasping it
>"I'm going to cast lightning on you NIGGERS!"
>I kick open the door and shoulder the rifle, aiming down the sights I see the pack of fucking niggers set up shop to shoot drivers down
>"Eat shit nigger" I look at their laughing and hollering faces off in the distance
>I pull the trigger two times
>Lightning flashes and thunder cracks twice
>The gas station explodes into a roaring inferno
>Damn now thats
>Thats what they call art right there
>Beautiful as can be
>Oh fuck
>Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck
>I can't help but to do it
>I need to do it
>My autistic ass can't help it
>Im going to do it
>"EEEEEXPLOwSSIOON!"
>I yell as loud as can possibly shout as I stretch out my hands
>"Hahahahahaha!" I laugh as I keel over laughing at what I just did
>Fuckin Megumin 
>Fuckin Konusuba 
>I bakarasu'd some fucking niggers with a lightning gun!
>"Aaaahaha!"
>"aaaaah"
>"Ok I gotta get moving hahaha"
>I shake my head and turn to get back into the car, I place my rifle lovingly upright in the passenger seat and give it a pat on the rearsight
>I swear I heard a whimper or something
>That gives me pause for a bit, I scan the area around me awhile
>Shifting my eyes left and right I finally start the car and coast down the road
>Figured that insects mostly would hunt during day I think it'll be safe for now
>Im taking a risk but I think its ok for me to drive down the highway
>I drive up the turnoff and then something catches my eye near the airport
>I finally see what was waving off in the distance
>"What the fuck is that..."
>I stop the car for a bit and take out my binoculars
>I look out into the distance near the airport and....
>"What the fuck....?"
>I see what seem to be planes, but are not
>These planes have necks, their wings jutting out of the metal wings
>Their cockpit head and neck craned up to the sky
>Then I hear the soft trilling sound that they make
>its faint, you can barely hear it 
>Something totally alien
>I give them a look over
>These things are dragons, dragons made from planes
>The metal frames of planes containing a fleshy body
>The turbine engines fused with fleshy wings
>I see the jagged metal teeth chewing the flesh of their own cheeks
>Blood oozing down from their necks
>All of their faces staring into the heavens above, moving hypnotically side by side all of them are doing this
>My God, there must be dozens of these things
>The whole lot of airports planes must've been warped into these things
>That serenade, a beautiful eerie song that I can hear even all the way here
>Why?
>What are these things, why are the singing this song
>I fix my gaze towards the air control tower they worship
>Like muslims circling around the black cube
>Moving slightly each time they move their necks side by side
>Somethings atop that tower
>A tall man, A tall man on a throne
>I adjust my binoculars some more
>A giant man, built like an ox with an iron mask
>Is it...
>"Blackhelm?"
>Rhoin said that he died strangling dragons in distant lands
>His head moved slightly towards my direction
>"SHIT!!!!" He heard me!!!
>The dragons have taken flight, and so have I!
>I start speeding off the highway
>I need to hide from the dragons, they'll catch me if I stay open on the highway
>I hear the whistling of their turbine wings off into the distance
>I turn off the highway and look around for large buildings
>Theres a shopping complex nearby, That'll have to do for now
>I hear their turbine wings whistling by, I wiz past buildings and cars on the road looking for a place to take refuge
>These fucking things are gaining on me
>I can hear their turbine wings getting louder and louder
>Whirring as they do, their guttural curdling metallic shrieks shouted from electronic speakers is even more terrifying
>Im going at least a hundred miles, I spot my best chance and start to turn into a shopping malls parking lot
>I speed right through the malls entrance, piercing through the glass doors
>I keep going and going through the displays, crashing through the shopping mall and running over mannequins as I try and find a way to hide from these things
>Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit SHIT
>The car sputters down to a halt, the wheels have wrapped around clothes
>bits of mannequin pierced the tires and are stuck in the wheel wells
>Whats more the engine starts to smoke up
>SHIT SHIT SHIT 
>FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
>I grab my two rifles, slinging my AR
>It'll be useless in a fight against these fucking things
>But this thunder rifle?
>Just might be useful against these dragons
>I produce the iPod from my back pocket and pop in my earbuds
>This thing can make my desires reality or some shit right?
>Well right now I want to live!
>I smash the play button on it repeatedly and it starts to play a song as quickly as it can
>(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RZCx-XXtv0)
>Listening to the song, The adrenaline hits and I bolt towards the entrance to the mall
>Perfect timing
>The turbine engines are roaring as loud as they possibly can and then...
>They stop
>Suddenly a huge tremor shakes the earth underneath me
>I struggle to maintain my balance
>I look behind me
>Its one of those fucking plane dragon things
>It crash landed right into the parking lot, wedged in like a dog stuck behind a coach
>Fire starts to erupt around ports around its neck, scorching the crumpled concrete around it
>Fuck FUCK FUCK
>Its gonna breath fire!
>I get off the ground and run as fast as I can, taking cover behind the concrete entrance to the inner part of the mall
>Then I hear it
>The roar of the dragons fire
>Like a jet stream, it breathes a white hot torch of fire out of its mouth
>It blisters the skin of my face and hands, parts of my clothes melt and drip onto the ground
>"RAAAAAAAGH" I scream violently in pain, I shrink back getting closer to the wall desperate to get away from the flame
>The blazing pure white flamethrower finally ceases and I hear the Jet dragon choking up
>I look to the burnt side of my body
>Pink boils have erupted along my exposed flesh
>Some parts of my clothes have fused with my skin
>I dont feel it anymore
>No matter, I have to make it out of this one alive, I will just have to rush back home to Sylva
>She'll be able to heal these wounds no matter what
>It doesn't hurt anymore anyway
>The dragons stopped breathing its fire
>I shoulder my rifle and peak around the corner to look at the Jet dragon
>Its coughing out some fiery liquid
>Like a sputtering flame thrower, its run out of fuel
>The turbine engines try to start back up
>Nah
>Nah nah nah you're not getting away
>I take aim at its misbegotten scrap face and pull the trigger
>Lightning bolt after lightning bolt strikes its face as I pull the trigger over and over again
>I stop after the fifth or sixth shot, It stopped moving after that
>I hear it whimper and slump over
>Blackhelm, you aren't the only dragonslayer in town
>I take out a stripper clip for the svt and slam nine more rounds into it
>I take the last round out of the clip and bite it, holding it in my teeth
>I only have four stripper clips left, but it should be enough to deal with these things 
>If I get lucky enough that is
>I still hear the approach of three or four turbine winged dragons coming this way
>Im grinning mad as a dog
>Im at deaths door
>If I make it out of this I will become a hero myself
>What an honor you have given me
>Now I will gratefully kill your pets
>I feel it, I feel it, I feel it
>Now I may live or die
>Psycho, the dragon hunter
>That has a nice ring to it
>I look up and notice that I am underneath a glass ceiling
>Shit shit SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!
>I start to run and run, frantically looking around for a place to shelter behind 
>If I get caught out in the open I am a dead man
>But if I can catch them after they run out of fuel for their firebreath I can shoot them dead
>I find a nice corner to shelter behind and I wait
>The turbines have stopped
>They've come
>Two of them crash down from the sky onto the ceiling of the mall
>The glass ceiling shatters glass down onto my head
>It gets onto my skin, into the back of my clothes
>Im too busy running to cry out in pain, One of the damn things is looking around for me with its singular eye glowing through the cockpits glass
>SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT
>Where am I going to take cover, where am I going to take cover, where am I go-
>A corner, no glass windows near it
>Shit shit shit shit
>I run past and slide behind it
>I look around to see if windows are near it
>The fire will burn right through the glass and roast me alive
>No this is perfect
>Thanks be to God
>The music is still blaring through my headphones, but I hear that damn Dragon clawing through the iron frame of the glass ceiling
>Shit I might get the jump on it
>I look past the corner
>its looking the other way
>My rifles thunderbolts aren't strong enough to kill it if I hit anywhere but its head
>But I might as well try
>I could go further behind cover once it breathes fire
>I need to avoid anymore injuries, that last one really did a number on me
>My crackled skin has started bleeding from moving from there to here
>Shit now its starting to hurt
>Badly
>The dragons craned its plane fuselage armored neck through the ceiling looking towards the mall entrance at its fried counterpart
>I shoulder my rifle and aim at its neck
>I shoot three times
>Thrice the lightning bolts hit
>Its metallic guttural screech pierces my eardrums, wailing electronic and fleshy sounds unnatural as can be boom through the entirety of the mall
>I can't cup my ears, though I very much want to
>I feel some blood leech out of them as I start to fire more shots wildly at it, screaming in pain as I do
>One of the shots lands on its clawed turbine wing, The dragon loses its purchase and it slams down onto the mall floors tile below
>I see its glowing eye shine through the dust and debris
>I shoot at it, running out of ammo I see that it still glows
>The thing lets out blurts of more electronic squelching screams, I see blood starting to pool down from its neck area
>I see a dull red glow pulsating from the debris
>SHIT!
>I run along the wall, moving away from the path of the fire
>I get a good twenty, thirty feet away and then the giant bout of propane torch fire burns down the lane
>The concrete where I was standing has started to bubble, melting and dripping from the ceiling
>I can feel the heat, it puts a sweat to my brow
>Like standing near a blacksmiths furnace as he stokes the flames with its bellows
>The hot air tempest blasts past me, and then the searing flames die off
>These dragons only have enough gas for one of those monstrous attacks, I have to keep that in mind
>I load in another ten rounds with a stripper clip and chamber another round
>I top it off with the round I held with my teeth
>I have to make every round count, I only have twenty rounds left to deal with the other one
>I ready my rifle and breathe in and out 
>Then I walk out into the open away from the bubbling concrete slag
>I turn towards the plane dragon abomination and get ready to shoot it in its head
>Its singular pulsating cockpit eye grow gleeful as it stumbles towards me
>It wants to eat me It seems, its teeth gnashing against its malformed flesh of its cheeks blood pouring down its mouth onto the burned ground
>I shoot once, twice, three times, four
>It collapses to the floor
>Not even a murmur, not even a mutter
>Its blood splattered from the clap of the thunder
>"YEAAAH TAKE THAT MOTHERFUCKER!" I shout
>I then look about
>Where is the other?
>He has not burst through, where is he I wonder
>And there I see, behind me the courtyard open for shoppers stands that legendary king
>Black helm riding a dragon
>I see his glaring eyes
>I dont think I will be alive to see Sylva again
>Well....
>Better make this count
>I shoulder my rifle and aim for his body
>Maybe this will work, maybe I will make it home
>Maybe I have too much hope

>There he sits ontop of his twin headed monstrosity, half dragon and half airplane beast flapping with metallic wings and shrieking with bone white fangs
>I caught a glimpse inside the maw of one of the mouths
>They have glowing hot turbine engines deep inside their throats
>The dwarf never told me that he could make such things
>I guess one that can destroy nations can do other great works as well
>What can I do agains-
>I shoulder my lightning rifle, aim and shoot at him
>I dont stop to see, when I do I see what little I did
>His helmet might have been blackened a little more from the strikes of lightning
>But little else than that
>Shit!
>I throw the rifle to the ground and shoulder my AR
>I grip the slightly mushy plastic handguards, still hot from the exposure to the dragons fire
>He's dismounted from the dragon, standing and patting the neck of his mechanical abomination
>Then in a hoarse and rumbling, bestial voice he speaks
>"I had hoped you would have talked with me, Servant of my enemy.."
>..If you wanted to talk then why send dragons after me?
>Rhoins comment of Blackhelms idiocy comes to mind
>"Should've done that before sending Dragons after me!" I respond, rifle aimed at his face
>I'm not sure how much it'll do, but it's worth the shot to try.
>He looks back at me, dusts off the black soot off of his shoulders and neck.
>"Should've" He simply responds
>Scratching the side of his helmet with his bear paw sized hands he glances at me again with those red glowing eyes
>"Do you know who you serve?" 
>The dragons noise and shrieks from their twin heads pierces the night sky
>Odd
>The stars are out tonight
>Still my gaze is on Blackhelm
>What is he going on about?
>"I guess I don't, but I didn't have many options other than her at the time."
>"Typical." He says with a sigh
>His dragon turns to look at what must've been his brothers
>It lets out two piercing, dragged out cries
>"Believe it or not, but behind that terrifying surface they are loving creatures."

>"I don't give a shit"
>I hear something as if a thousand hempen ropes were being pulled taught
>Then I see it, his skin pulled tight onto his nine foot frame
>Cords of muscle pulled inward with rage
>"Anything but that you could have said"
>He starts to walk toward me fists clenched and swaying forward and back at his side
>I shoot and shoot
>"Just fucking die ALREADY!"
>The bullets do not pierce his skin
>One ricochets off his helm as he stands in front of me
>He pulls back his fist
>And hits me
>All the wind pulled out of my lungs, All of my ribs broken by one hit
>I fly back and hit the concrete wall like a sack of bricks
>I try to move but cannot
>Legs, arms
>I'm completely fucked
>He walks over to me still and tenderly picks me up
>"Why cant you see what you're doing, what you're serving is wrong?"
>Underneath the mask I see his eyes and teeth
>Terrifying
>More so than the dragons
>Glowing red eyes
>Sharp, gnashing pointed teeth
>More beast than man
>As he was said to be
>I cough up blood in an attempt to respond
>I can't even talk
>Seeing my state, something that must've been concern in his eyes causes him to lay me down onto the concrete rubble
>Utmost, drawn out care as he does so
>"Think servant, Think. What did you see when you met her? Didn't you see that she was a demon?" He asks, concerned and confused as he taps the sides of his helmet.
>I've met demons before
>I try to say in order to rebut
>"You're not as good as you think you are Blackhelm."
>That voice, It's her
>Standing there with a sword aflame with fire as black as night 
>"You've learned alchemy since our last fight." My eyes are hazy and losing focus...
>But Shes standing their pointing her sword right at him
>Condescendingly stamping her foot on the ground as she moves her sword back and forth at him
>"Attempting to imitate a fraction of MY power?"
>"If I recall I won that battle ontop of this world all those years ago, Shadow devil."
>"Yes, but you died. So I won."
>She looks at me with a sigh 

>She lets out another pouting sigh
>Spitefully she knife hands and retorts "If you want to know who lost the war for Hitler look no further."
>I hear her growling underneath her breath "Fawkin Ice demon"
>He points at her, Snarling and red with sweat, raging at what she said.
>"I HAVE NO KINSHIP WITH YOU WHORE!"
>His calm has been compromised 
>I feel that the two are about to fight
>My eyes grow weary, I can't even look at them now
>I'll die before they fight
>Sad, to be sure
>Would've been one helluva way to go
>I hear Blackhelm whistle to his twin headed pet and a wooshing sound as he lands ontop of his dragon
>I hear the flames roiling on my "Masters" sword
>Their battles begun
>And mine has ended
>I wonder what my brother'll say
>I guess It'll be splendid
>Seeing him again 

>The battle begins as our heroes ends
>The white painted metal wings flap as Blackhelms mount flies into the sky
>He looks toward the ground and at the concrete rubble around
>Stretching out toward the mess pointed spears form out from the pile
>Rotating around him ready to be launched at the shadow devil
>She soars on wings of blackfire, wielding a roaring sword of tar
>With the drop of his hand the concrete spears fly at her
>One sliced in half, two sliced in half
>One lands, and shoots her down to earth
>"Oh come on, this is the warmup!" He jeers and mocks
>The concrete structure of the mall starts to shape into spikes ready to be shot 
>Bursting out of the rubble a mess of dark fire shoots out, Sword ready to be swung
>The concrete spears shoot out to intercept her
>Swerving and dodging as she rockets toward him
>Finally she swings her sword into the belly of the dragon
>Viscera and gore spew forth, The dragons two heads scream out in pain
>He shouts with them in heart bleeding sorrow
>With a thunderous crash it lands in the mall
>His creation whelps and writhes in pain
>His red eyes gleam out of the dust cloud out to the casually descending black flame winged Demon
>"Shouldn't uh...Shouldn't bring your pets to our battles Blackhelm."
>He jumps down from the roof, staring at his dying creation
>Tears roll down his neck and with a swipe of his fist cleaves both of it's heads off their necks
>Dust settling, His tears washed out from blood
>His snarls and huffs, chewing the sides off of his cheeks in fury
>Roaring, Howling he turns and shoots out,
>Blackhelm slams fists onto her head from above
>Driving her into the ground like a nail
>Dazed, with blood foaming from her head she shoots a beam of black fire onto him
>He shoots back, missing her flames by a hair
>Still his skin is singed pink from the fire
>A tuft of the everburning flame on his shoulder is cut off by a swipe of Blackhelms palm 

>Gamer slowly pulls herself out of the rubble
>But in a blur Blackhelm shoots out with a punt kick, sending her flying into the sky
>Red eyes gleam to where she imapcted with the cieling
>Moonlight shines out from the hole left behind
>Then he shouts out, with the regret of the genocides committed and his curdling rage he shouts out the bane of nations from another world
>"METEORA!!!" Drawn out and pained he screams at the heavens as they open up heralding the coming of meteorites, the cosmic killers of the universe
>Smoldering rocks the size of mountains fly as guided missiles to their casters hated target, She picks herself up out of the rubble off in the distance and looks out at horror
>"SHIT!" 
>And then they hit, pounding into the bedrock their target
>The Continuous bombardment shines alight in the starry night sky
>Too many to count for Blackhelm as he stands fuming blood soaked spittle out of his mouth, spraying onto the ground in front of him
>A mind too focused on what it has lost
>A new bay has been made for the City of Tampa
>Sea water foams and rushes to fill the void left behind his barrage
>A circle of evaporating water is left in the new Tampa bay
>Then shoots out that Shadow devil, Sword sheathed and arms stretched out she shoots out a torrential, rolling blast of Shadow fire
>A cone of death comes for Blackhelm
>Coming to his senses he jumps out onto the roof, Seeing a winged demon in the sky and a glowing mass of fire flowing out from the general direction
>"How am I going to deal with that"
>He looks and ponders as it flows out his way
>Finally he acts
>Kneeling onto the ground he summons forth a massive stone wall in front of him, wedged in shape to divert the flame
>Stretching into the sky he pats his hands for a job well done
>Then with a swoosh of a slash the walls defenses are broken and the all consuming fire spews out and dies out
>"That was kind of a bad Idea Blackhelm" She remarks as she swoops into the wall from the cut

>Standing there to hear those words stands Blackhelm, covered head to toe in her never quenching flames
>She stands staggered and tired, the blows he dealt were not for nothing
>Wondering to herself if she'll be the one to die this time around
>He hears her stumbling and launches at her, Two punches thrown into her left and then right side, flesh moving with the force of the blows
>She flies into the air, Blackhelm kicks the air and meets her in the sky
>Punching her down onto the ground she slowly gets up, staring at the still burning Blackhelm who plummets down to the earth
>There he stands and she stands, paused and ready for each others move.
>Blackhelm sprints in a blur and she raises her sword in defense
>....But he sprints past her, towards the bay
>In wonder and amusement she looks out from the cut in the wall
>In disbelief she doesn't act, Blackhelm is trying to get relief from her flames
>He runs straight into the sea and she laughs with cackling glee
>"I've seen alot from you, but this is new Blackhelm!"
>She laughs and laughs as he runs right into the bay, steam erupting as he runs deeper and deeper into the waters
>Hands clasping on her knees she laughs and waves it off
>"Alright alright, We'll call it a draw." She says as she flys away towards the north

>To check on our hero, to see if he is doing well

>In the murky waters steam billows out for a time
>Then, it stops
>In desperation, Blackhelm has found a defense for his foes greatest weapon
>His skin turned stony as it flakes off, Still holding his breath he swims desperate for air
>Finally breaching the surface of the water he inhales air and exclaims
>"I'm alive! I'm ALIVE!" laughing he shouts in glee as he starts to swim back ashore
>Todays fight but a draw, Tomorrows is left yet unknown
>What yet of that anonymous man calling himself Psycho?
>Who knows, yet his Story will continue
>A Psychomans tale, A one hundred percent Floridian adventure
>Tune in next time! He's not dead you retards!

>The same dream
>Over and over again in my head
>Countless times, for days and days it's been playing inside of my head
>It's the same fucking dream constantly replaying itself again and again
>Caramelldansen playing nonstop, three identical copies of my new boss dancing to it
>Torturous pain, twenty four hours all day with no breaks
>When am I going to wake up?
>I could go for anything other than this shit
>Hours past and I think to myself how long has it actually been?
>Hours? Days? Months?
>....Years?
>Has it been years?
>Or are these the very last moments of my life lengthened as long as my mind possibly can make
>What a terrible way to die, but eventually it would end
>Maybe
>Another couple hours pass, another repeat of the same thing over and over again
>Is this punishment? The wrath of God?
>For murdering those fucking trannies and weebs in that cabin?
>....
>Maybe, prolly, dunno
>Guess I'll find out sooner or later
>Some more time passes, something else starts to happen
>Light shining through
>Wait...
>Wait my eyes are opening!
>HAHA! 
>IM ALIVE!
>Waking up I stare around, excited as can be an in a rush
>Massive bed, raging erection, IV fluids, TV playing adult swim
>Huh back at home base
>...How?
>I take a moment to check myself over
>Lost abit of muscle mass
>Still
>I don't look that bad
>Must've not been out for very long
>....Sylva didn't bathe me 
>Why do I smell like he-
>I guess it's payback or....Something?
>Not sure, kinda sucks but I'll get over it
>Kinda sucks that I didn't get to enjoy i-
>Huh alright thats a thought
>"Hey Sylva?"
>I hoarsely inquire, wondering where she is
>Looking around I can tell shes nowhere near
>In the corner lies most of my kit
>Minus the thunder rifle
>My Ar though is....
>Well the plastic parts are melted
>And the Barrel is twisted
>And the lower receiver is cracked
>Gosh darn it, it was a piece of crap but I really liked that gun
>Guess I gotta use the Yugo...
>Or the G3?
>Or the other AR?
>Guess I'll have to decide
>The white cotton twill blankets and fluffed up pillows are nice
>The beds so soft, the blankets are billowy as clouds
>....Why the hell am I not drenched in sweat?
>I feel the cool air around me
>I would be mad right now, but I don't think we or anyone else has to pay electric bills anymore
>Thank God for that
>And thank God for the cool AC wow does that feel nice
>Sylva, the kids and I are probably the only ones in this city enjoying the sweet comforts of air conditioning 
>Silver linings about the world ending I guess
>...Shoot I have it good
>I gently take out the IV and start to sit myself up
>I'll have to take this easy for now
>I gotta go check on Sylva and the tykes
>It's been awhile since I've seen them
>...
>How did I manage to stay alive?
>Must've broke all my ribs
>That gigantic asshole hits like a truck
>I wonder what Rhoin would think about what happened
>....Am I really a bad guy?
>...
>Maybe I am but I guess I shouldn't give a shit at the moment
>Things'll change, I only wanted to come back home
>Shoot from what I've heard from Rhoin I kinda liked that giant retard
>Till he damn near punched a hole through my chest
>Shoot he could've done that
>...
>Was he holding back?
>I swat infront of my head, trying to banish these thoughts
>Screw it, lets get on our feet
>I attempt to do so
>Standing, swerving slightly as I try and get used to walking again
>This is quite hard
>I brace myself on the edge of the bed as I take a few steps towards the foot of the bed
>Hm...Maybe I should try to call out to Sylva again?
>"Hey Sylva!" I call out, shouting this time
>I hear her thunderous rapid steps
>Then I see her horns pop out in the door frame
>And then her smiling, gleeful face
>"Yeeeeees?"
>"Can you help me out of here?"
>Her head pops back out of the door frame, then she stoops down to enter the room
>...Why the fu-
>...Why is she wearing that dress from Overlord?
>Shoot what was her name, Shalltear?
>Nah thats not it
>Albedo?
>Dunno
>"Hey Sylva...Didja make that dress?"

>She stops in place with a paused smiling face
>"Yes, I did! Do you like it?"
>How do I say that I do but that she shouldn't wear that shit ever again
>....
>I won't be able to pull that one off
>Laughing she twirls once then twice showing it off
>S-stop doing that
>I gotta respond, this has to stop
>"I sure do, It seems like it would be a good thing to wear around guests...Are we expecting anyone?"
>She stops to scratch her chin
>"We were...But they've been gone for awhile now."
>She then starts to scratch her temples
>"....How did you meet her?"
>I hear nervousness and hesitance in her voice
>Who is she anyway?
>"I met her on the other side, she was the only way to get a portal back home."
>She slightly shakes her head and nervously darts her gaze downwards then locks eyes with mine
>"She's pure evil Psycho."
>Concern
>"Yeah, Yeah I figured."
>Theres a pause
>"So whats happened since then? What've you been up to? How're the ki- I mean servants?"
>She shoots her head back for a quick laugh
>"Ha! Wait till you see what I've done with the place."
>She rushes over and...
>Fucking picks me up...
>I squirm
>I...I didn't mean this but I guess I really shouldn't give a shit
>No one is watching, Why should I care?
>Still I squirm though
>Looking up her gaze is set forward smiling as happy as can be
>The hallways look different
>Larger, taller ceilings
>Oak wood lined walls too
>Looks like shes turning the school into a medieval manor or...
>Or something Idk
>Going through the common area it becomes clear that shes done exactly that
>The stainless steel appliances from the kitchen have been set into a central wooden fixture
>First thing that you see when you enter from the bedroom area
>I imagine thats by design
>The floor has gone from lineoloum to tan oak planks, polished to a fine luster
>The walls are the same way, with some fixtures for...God knows what
>The styling seems to be one of her own peoples creation
>Twisted and snaking along it's serpentine black iron resembles occlusions in wood from a distance

>Looking up, I can see that shes made chandeliers as well, they look the same in a way
>Iron twisted into the forms of snakes holding up one made into a loop
>Well I guess thats one way to increase the property value
>Not that
>Not that'll ever matter anymore
>Still it looks a whole lot better than some school hall cafeteria
>Sylva has quite the taste in aesthetics, thats for sure
>Looking out into the yard theres the tykes playing in the yard with..
>With that fucking demons cat
>That primordial ooze in the shape of a bipedal cat
>What was its name
>Retard!
>"Hey Sylva, whats Retard doing here?"
>She looks outside with a frown
>"Babysitting services, Free of charge of course..."
>Forced out while gritting her teeth
>Huh
>"Has he eaten any of them yet?" I ask in bemusement
>"Much to my surprise, no. Despite the odds I think he likes them." responding as she did previously, slightly less angered about the situation force onto her
>"..Is that my M10 he's carrying?"
>"The one they tore apart your rifle to modify? Yeah, same one."
>..
>"What?"
>I cup over my face with my hands
>I really liked that rifle
>Thing was useful as can be
>Shooting lightning was badass too, straight out of a metal album
>All lost..For that idiot cats gun I gifted him
>"Did you have a choice?"
>"No.." She says, again frustrated at the mere sight of the thing playing with the kids
>Oh my God
>He is playing with the kids with Mac 10
>Thank fuck nobody can call the cops on us
>..How has he not killed any of them yet?
>A wild spray of bullets sounds off, muzzle pointed directly into the sky as he twirls himself in circles
>The kids scream aloud in excitement
>He's definitely a retard
>"S-set me down Sylva what the fuck is going on."
>Walking over to a a couch of her own design she does so and I sit up, rubbing my temples as soon as I am seated
>"Do you have any gin or something?"
>"It's 10am." She plainly replies
>" I know I know, pretty please."
>With a harumph she goes to the fridge to get one
>She is nine feet of winged perfection