It wasn’t just zombified cows, horses, pigs and humans, but also mosquitoes, cockroaches, locusts and other swarming insects. Rather than the ‘danger’ involved, Michael was more concerned about the rancid odor and overall unpleasantness that would have been involved, if he tried to ‘walk’ through something like that. Continue reading
Iris parted ways with everyone and continued to head out alone, into the incredibly dangerous ‘Viridian Hell’, while the three treasure-hunting veterans decided to go with the tank and return to Beatrix and Luke’s base of operations. However, while all of that nonsense was happening, thirty miles to the north, a violent storm was still raging. Continue reading
“Gah~, do I push it through or pull it out?! Fucking cuntsauce! Goddamn it! My dick is totally gone, but it’ll probably grow back… Ow-ow~! Argh~! Okay, okay~, it’s fine, totally cool~! I can just send it into my magical storage space… right? Nope~, not working…” Michael was lucky that the back of the harpoon wasn’t attached to a wire, so it was fairly ‘easy’ to grab behind the hook-like head and pull it through his groin. Continue reading
As Butter’s forehead smacked against the table, not only Jessie, but at least six other people in the room swiftly aimed their weapons at the unarmed Nephilim. A huge seven-foot tall, extremely overweight man, wearing jean-suspenders and a blood-stained white tank-top came out from the hallway; he was holding a huge fifty-caliber light machine-gun with both hands, pointing it towards Michael and his friend. Continue reading
Once the strip-show was over and half of the drunk people either went back to their rooms or passed out on the floor, Michael had decided to pay for his iced-tea bill the old fashioned way: Writing a ridiculous song and performing it in front of a very small audience. He went up on stage and pulled an acoustic guitar out of thin air, before playing some random chords and singing “Do you really want to see~, the darkest part of me~? I promise you~ that I~, will stab you in the eye~! Because I’m a monster~, and I want to watch you die~! It’s not like I~, even know your name~! It ain’t like I~, care about your fame~! You’re just a trash~ mob~! Your life is made of shit~! You’re just some douchebag~! I killed you, in the very first hit~!” Continue reading
“Final-fucking-lee! Ugh, I think I’m motorcycle-sick…” It was nighttime and Michael close to the eye of a huge storm, so it was raining and thundering all around him. However, the tornado had finally dissipated, and as it did, the transparent sword was thrown downwards. Of course, things are never quite that simple. Continue reading
Michael was standing there in the middle of the road, looking at the tornado that was winding and twisting around across the distant highway. It was almost as if it was sentient and attempting to escape from him. Continue reading
Once Michael and Jasmine had finished watching several hours of porn and satisfying each other, the little cat-girl transformed into a ball of slime and ‘reintegrated’ with the Nephilim’s body. He really needed her help searching for some sort of ‘Player’ or ‘Companion’ information sheets, but the kitten decided to take a nap instead. Continue reading
Michael was wearing his ‘magical’ white t-shirt and black boxers, while sitting cross-legged on the guest-room bed. He hummed incessantly, with both palms pressed together as if he were praying. Even though his eyes were closed and his voice was making it slightly difficult for him to hear anything, he was still ‘mildly’ aware of what was happening throughout the noisy house and neighborhood. Continue reading
“Nyahahahaha~, bacon~! Omnomnomnom~!” A strange and mysterious talking bright-blue kitten was standing on a ceramic plate and greedily devouring a strip of colossal, ‘magical’ pork-belly. Continue reading
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