“I don't need anyone's permission to kill monsters.” |
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#COMICRP | SUNDER
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Twin smoking barrels and the crack of thunder still booming through the air.
Blades usually did the job. Sometimes guns did it better.
The heap of bullet-riddled flesh fell to the ground beside the barn, dribbling saliva and blood into the rain-soaked grass.
Could you imagine laughing so hard your ass actually fell off? Shit's wild.
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𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞...
S̶p̶e̶c̶t̶a̶c̶u̶l̶a̶r̶ ̶
̶U̶l̶t̶i̶m̶a̶t̶e̶
̶A̶m̶a̶z̶i̶n̶g̶
𝖀𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝕾𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝕸𝐚𝐧
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𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.
shut up
That's not the same and you know it. [already handing her the itching powder]
You know that's for *monsters*, right? Not stupid pompous wizards?
NO YOU DON'T!
[checking her notes] oh, you!
YOU!
I remember what you did last summer!
Coming out of the goddamn woodworks, what do YOU want? You want some more Spam?
God, how many elves are there? It's a fucking meat slab in a tin.
Spam's fucking good til you have it for every fucking meal.
If you can reliably cook one meal, you're better off than some.
If I eat one more can of spam, I will lose it.
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more goddamn vampires
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You don't look like a fucking bird.
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Too many people.
The rest of this fucking sandwich keeps staring at me. It's not the ketamine.
Piss off.
Everywhere there's more godDAMN monsters and I am so tired of it.
fuck
Britney stood before the graves of her parents, then sat down, cross-legged, the grass of the cemetery pushing against her weathered pants.
“Where'd I leave off last year...? Right. So...”
And the tradition continued. What were they gonna do? Tell her to shut up?
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“If I ever retire I'm gonna fucking learn ballet.”
"Sometimes I think I shouldn't do this alone, then I think of Nora and how they're not 'round much.
Would be nice to have a teammate like them."
Got it.
Wait. You want that shit canned?
Erica's the spotlight.
I'm the lesser-known, even-less-sociable one. Imagine that.
Sure thing.
Traveling to Georgia.
Sell her twin... Hmm.
Wandering around the countryside. Something's got the locals spooked and a kid's missing at a junkyard.
Junkyards provided a lot of cover. Too many nooks and crannies to hide in, too many rusted nails and broken doors and glass for it to be safe.
Each step is wary. Neon eyes scan small hills of
