“I want to just cut to the chase. What plan do you have?” you say
“Ah, that’s the beauty of it lass, I don’t have one.” Bailey says, with a sense of appreciation of the world, staring out towards the land beyond the cliff
“You have no plan?”
“Yep.”
“HOW THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE NO FUCKING PLAN?! MY FRIENDS CAN DIE AT ANY FUCKING MINUTE AND YOU DECIDED TO START A FUCKING WAR WITH NO GOD DAMN PLAN?!”
“Please don’t take the Lord’s name in vain.” Angela says
“I’LL TAKE YOUR ASS AND I’LL BEAT IT TOO, YOU FUCKING FLEA B-” you begin but then calm down for a second “I’m sorry, I understand you guys are like… really religious-”
“No shit we went on a crusade.”
“Yes, you did, but I am not a religious person, I do not want to have to hear about how great God is when all I’ve been experiencing is pain and suffering, even when I was a believer.”
“What sect?”
“Baptist, why-”
“Yeah, so, protestants do not get favored, like us Catholics, they’re too much of a religion used to justify politics, and not really a faith.”
“What the fuck-”
“Hey hey, chill, the both of ya. As much as I’d like to sheit on protestants, now is not the time.” Bailey says

“Bailey, why don’t you have a plan?” you say angrily
“Well, ya see, I’m a staunch believer o’ the American way of warfare.”
“Go on.”
“It was rumored that the Soviets, the Nazis, etc could not spy on or predict the attacks of Americans, simply cause the Americans refused to follow their own damn procedures. Simply put, and I quote ‘If we don’t know what the hell we’re doing, how can the enemy’. Going in without a plan and improvising everything on the spot, is how I was able to beat the Legion at their own game, and how I operate in general. Nothing I do is planned, and I excel in chaos.”
“That sounds rather fucking humble, so why bother just improvising everything all the time? The Legion obviously doesn’t have a rival that does the same shit as they do, with their spies, so why bother continuing it?”
“The only plan that doesn’t fail is no plan at all, because you cannot plan life.”
“Wow Bailey, and you wonder why all the kids who take philosophy don’t have jobs.”
“Hey, it’s not philosophy, it’s a quote from a movie.”
“Which?”
“Parasite. Great movie about the the nature of capitalism and what it does to the lower class.”
“Great Bailey. Just what I need, movie recommendations.”
“Hey, normally, I’d sheit on media, Hollywood, that whole Holy Show of the film industry, or entertainment industry-”
“FOR FUCK’S SAKE! Shut the fuck up. I don’t care, I can’t care, the only thing I care about right now is making sure my friends don’t fucking die, and here you are having a fucking rant on the fucking media, that’s fucking history, based on what you said earlier.”

“Yeah, I see yer point. I’m sorry, just tryna lighten the mood and maybe get yer mind off-”
“No. I don’t want a distraction. I want blood! I want that bitch dead!”
“Ok, but just so ya know, don’t get her blood in ya, it’ll turn ya into a vampire, then we’d have to get you to a priest, and it’ll be a long painful process to undo.”
“You know what… that’s- that’s actually helpful. Ok, if you’re just gonna keep talking like that, and saying useful shit, keep running your mouth, I don’t mind that.”
“Alrighty then. How’s yer coon friend, by the way?”
“He’s-” you begin to say, then look over at Roberto, who’s staring at his reflection in Bailey’s armor “He’s processing things.”
“Seems so. Whatcha looking at there?”
“Why does gold deflect bullets?” Roberto says
“Cause the gold is over adamantium. Shit’s fucking bulletproof. Expensive as hell, but well worth it. Better than mythril, but way more rare and costly.”
“Isn’t adamantium a made up metal?” you say
“Sorta. Ya see, the sheit was found by Russia, who named it and mythril, without consulting the UN.”
“Why?”
“Idk. You can ask Katja if ya meet her, she’d tell ya.”
“Who’s she?”
“Like… basically the leader of the Soviets, but just the main general, officially, and besides that she’s like really easy to talk to. Also there’s a high chance you could fuck her cause she came from sex slavery and has banged like 25% of the Red army.”
“Interesting.”
“She says it boosts morale or something.”
“Did you fuck her?” Roberto says
“Twice.”
“How was she?”
“She did not seem like she took like… ten-ish digits of dick.”
“That’s… a billion. I think your numbers are off.”
“It’s an estimation. But still, they call her general Slut-Kat for a reason.”

“Ok cool. So, let’s get on with this. The sooner we kill Orson, the sooner we can leave, and the sooner I can feel at peace.” you say
“If yer goin to the Republic, be mindful of the fact that you’ll likely see dozens of more wars, as everyone and their mother fights the feckin Republic.”
“Why?”
“They’re civilized, wealthy, and not immediately aggressive, unlike the Legion, Japari, Confederates, PLC, Nazis, etc. However, Vay’s Republic is basically a group of hardened veterans brought together by a desire to end suffering, and end up winning a war every week. Like, they would probably double the amount of war’s they’ve entered and won in the time it would take to catalogue all their previous wars on wikipedia.”
“Great, more suffering.”
“Not suffering, fun. Vay’s Republic fucking eviscerates the tribes and gangs that try to take over. They built themselves up from the stone ages to the nuclear, and had a period where their armies ran out of bullets and started making muskets to fight.”
“How’d that go?”
“73-0, win loss, then they started making lever action guns.”
“Now what do they have?”
“Kalashnikov models that they make from scratch, nuclear power, an airforce, navy, army, etc. They have weird mixes of units where some people still show up with muskets to wars.”
“Have you?”
“Yeah, cause it’s a fecking musket, that shit’s sick.”
“Won’t that destroy your shoulder?” Roberto asks
“Yeah, if you’re a feckin pussy.”
“Bailey, please.” you say

“Alright alright. We’ll make a loose plan. Let’s start off with something simple, like a first goal. Do we want to find your friends and get em out, kill the vampire, kill the pedo, cause I said I would do that and I intend on following through with it, or do some of Angela’s Legion contracts?” Bailey asks
“Legion contracts?” you ask
“I’m being rewarded if I maul someone like a feral beast, and have a separate contract where I gotta kill one sibling in front of the other, then make that other sibling strike a vendetta against me, that ultimately ends in me killing them and showing that they’re powerless.” Angela says and you and Roberto are silent for a moment “Look, they love their theatrics, and the undying vengeance shit is their shakespeare. Also their contracts pay really well, like you can get the shit Bailey’s wearing, or something similar if you complete enough.”
“This sounds like a game mechanic.”
“Kinda.”
“Ok, so, I don’t know of how you’d be able to start the vendetta stuff-”
“I figured.”
“But you can definitely do the person eating one… actually, maybe we can kill two birds with one stone and have you eat Reinhard Schmidt, the rapist.”
“Sounds good, but I’ll get paid more if I let him do a monologue before I maul him.”
“Why?”
“They’re suckers for theatrics, and sadists for futility.”


“What do Legion contracts require?” Roberto asks
“They vary.” Bailey says “They have ranges of what they require and are generally made around the person assigned to them. Like I heard Dylan had one and excelled with it, so they added some bonuses to their original payment.”
“What?” you say
“They were originally only gonna get the Chicana out, but because ya initiated a war on yer own terms, they sent a raid party to assist.”
“A raid party?”
“Them.” Bailey says, pointing to the tree line. You see the shadows aren’t shadows anymore, and are actually about a hundred mock Roman guys, that are mostly human, but you see many who are furries, and what looks like Freddy Krueger.
“So, I chopped Orson’s hand off and they give me an army?”
“Yeah.”
“Really? Cause I thought they said that getting Suzana out of danger was the ‘bonus’, or something like that.”
“I’m just reiteratin what I was told.”
“Damn. Ok then.”


“Anyways Lass” Bailey says “Where do we start? Evacuating yer comrades, butchering the insect in the high castle, or havin our resident gamer girl go vorpal bunny on Rapin-Reinhard?”


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“We’re getting my friends first. That is a given.” you say
“Fair then. So, we got coon guy, Chicana is with the desert sissies, Cuban Pete is pretty much dead, so that leaves (incomprehensible noises) and dipshit jock dude.” Bailey says
“What the fuck did you say to represent Brian?”
“I was mimicking a baltimore accent. Ain’t that where he’s from?”
“Yeah, but he doesn’t sound like that.”
“I know right, surprises me too.”
“Yeah, Baltimore people have some weird accents.” Angela says
“How would you know?” you say
“I’ve been to Baltimore.”
“Ok, whatever, let’s just get them ok?”
“Sure.” Bailey says “Are we leaving the other transfurred fecker with the Legion?”
“No.” Roberto says
“Jesus man-” You began
“H-” Angela tries to say, but you cut her off
“I know, don’t take the Lord’s name in vain or whatever, fuck off. Anyways, Roberto, you’re not a fighter ok?”


“Aren’t I immortal like you tho?” he says
“Probably not.” says Bailey
“Do you want to risk dying to find out?” you say
“Maybe I do!” Roberto yells “I want to help!”
“For fecks sake, you’d just get in the way, ya hear? Ya don’t got a personal vendetta, military training, or anything to actually give you a reason to fight. Feck man, ya gonna make yourself a liability, get captured, or get killed, and cause this lass” Bailey says, nearly poking you in the eye with how violently he pointed at you “to feel responsible for whatever feckin reason. Ya got nothin’ to gain by bein there, ya hear? Go to the O.G. chick in yer group, reassure her, feckin don’t try shit. Ok?”
“You don’t have to be such a fucking dick!” Roberto says beginning to cry
“Who gives a shit. Yer ass won’t kill, doubt Dylan can kill anything besides the giant parasite. I am a realist here, ya cannot help by being in combat, but ya can help by reassurin’. Folks from out west tell me ya feel weak, dependant, useless, etc, so make yerself useful, go to yer other friends, reassure, keep the peace, try to handle everything.”


“Fucking fine! Fuck you! Where do I go to get to her then?”
“Ok, so just follow the dudes in skirts. And when ya get there, say hi to Vulpes for me, I know he misses getting his ass beat.”
“I’ll be sure to say so, asshole.”
“Bye, we’ll send others your way too.” Angela says
“Bye hot werewolf lady.” Roberto says as he walks towards the Legionaries, sitting outside the forest.
“I don’t think he knows I have a penis half the time.” Angela mutters to herself
“Don’t think he cares for that matter.” you say
“Ah.”
“Or- well, he’s into me at least, and everyone though of me as one of the guys until recently.”
“Not really your taste is he?”
“Nope.”
“Yer taste is me, isn’t it?” Bailey says
“What?” you say flustered
“When ya get your information from a group of feckers who pride themselves on being nosy-little-gossiping-twats, ya end up getting told stuff ya don’t want to know, specifically because ya don’t want to hear it.”

“Fucking rats.”
“Yeah. anyways lass, let’s get moving.” Bailey says and begins walking back to the campus. You and Angela follow shortly after
“You too huh?” Angela says
“What do you mean?” you ask
“Got your hots for him.”
“Maybe… I don’t know… does that make me gay or something?”
“By your own branding, no.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“By identifying with your new body, you’re female, and he’s a dude, so it’s straight, technically.”
“Ah, but like… fuck, now I’m confused.”
“Hi confused, I’m dad.” Bailey says from up ahead
“Kill yourself!” Angela yells at him
“Wait, he could hear all that?” you say, embarrassed
“Every word.” Bailey says
“Shit.”
“Ah, don’t think too much on ya lass. Or do, I handle it bout the same way you do with yer coon friend.”
“What do you mean?” you say, and Bailey turns around, covers his right eye with his hand, then turns back “What?”
“I turn a blind eye to yer feelings, tryin to act like that ain’t there. Ain’t that what ya do to yer coon friend?”
“Sort of?”
“Just sayin, ya should see the parallel is all.”
“How could you even hear that all?”
“Look at me Cailan, ya think these big feckin ears are just for show?”
“Huh… why don’t I have really good hearing?”
“Not as big ears, yours are a wee bit larger than human ones, right?”
“I guess so… actually speaking of ears, why do you have the three piercings on the one ear?”
“Why’s that strike your interest?”
“Well it’s on your right ear.”
“Oh so ya know about the sheit with the right ear piercing meaning I’m gay or somethin’”
“Yeah.”

“Well, that was the original intent, though it wasn’t my intention to ever have piercings. I’ll just say Detroit, and let ya figure out the how, but as for why I continue to wear it, well, at first it was superglued in.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah. Eventually I got the glue removed, but at that point it made me recognizable, so I kept it, and that’s that story.”
“So you’re not gay right?”
“I’m celibate, that’s above all else, however I do prefer women, well more than just prefer- ya get what I mean.”
“Yeah.”
“Any other questions ya got floatin’ around in your… brain?”
“Yeah, I don’t know if I still have one of those either.”
“Yer gonna find out eventually, I’ll take ya to Cupid.”
“Cool. Anyways, what was in the box you gave me?”
“Come again?”
“The wrapped one.”
“My phone?”
“That’s it? The Legion was harassing me about it, like really on my ass about it.”
“Ha, so they didn’t know?”
“Yeah.”
“I gotta tell this to Kim, he’ll crack up at that. But, sorry about that, I took it back from ya after I blew that bitch up, cause, ya know, it had some incriminating sheit on it.”
“Ok.”
“Anyways, we’re a stone’s throw away from the wall. Take this.” Bailey says, walking over to a tree, then jabbing one of his swords into a groove, pulling open a compartment in the hallowed out tree. In it is a shotgun, with one of those shell belts you’ve seen in Westerns.
“A shotgun?”
“Yeah, you’ll need it.”
“I guess so. I have other weapons at my dorm-”
“Are we at your dorm?”
“No.”
“Then it’ll do. Anyways, which of your friends will we first go for?” Would you rather find Marshal or Brian first?


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“Marshal.” you say, as you get to the gates of the Campus
“Any clues on his whereabouts?” Bailey asks
“His dorm.”
“Great feckin suggestion, couldn’t have thought of that myself lass. Where that be?”
“I don’t fucking know.”
“Jesus, Marry, and Joseph-”
“Woah, all three, you must be getting serious.” says Barry, opening the gates, with some other guards.
“Shut up. Feckin pagans.”
“Wait, what are you letting us in for?” you ask suspiciously
“Thought you would have found out by now.” Barry says “But, I might as well explain. You see, I’ve been with the Frumentarii since you’ve known me. The Barry, I’ve shown, is simply a replacement for an alcoholic sack of shit, serving a parasite. We disposed of him about a month before your change.”
“So, you’re you, but- wait-”
“I am Quintus Veturius Frugi, but you have known my impersonation of Barry.”


“Did Wulf know?”
“Of course not. And it’s a shame what happened to him, kinda liked the guy. Sad to see him so lost in pride, that he abandons all reason.” Barry, or Quintus, says emotionlessly
“You don’t seem very sad.”
“I feel no emotions, they are an unneeded liability.”
“For Christ’s sake, I may be a literal king, but your mega-conservative shit is repugnant.” Bailey says “‘I feel no emotions, they are an unneeded liability’, why don’t you feel some bitches on your dick. Fuck out of here.” Bailey says, and Quintus begins to laugh, and waves you in.
“Always a laugh from the Irish.”
“We’re a funny people.”
“Yes indeed. Anyways, follow Twin Rivers, he will take you to Marshal’s location.” Barry says, pointing at one of the guards
“I am Proculus.” the guard he was pointing to says “he is Twin Rivers.” says Proculus, pointing to the guard on the other side of Quintus
“Ah.”
“I will take the mistake Quintus, it is a testament to my ability as a spy.” Twin Rivers says
“Take it how you may, the uniforms we wear veil the face in the helmets. That is why I go without such.” Quintus says
“So do our own.”
“So they do. Anyways, away with you. The Catholics and the Mephitidae shall not be the happiest if we delay this further.

Twin Rivers nods and motions for you to follow.
“So what was your tribe prior to the Legion.” Angela asks after a little walking, through the uncomfortably dead Campus, which is normally busy at this time of night, even with rain
“Unimportant and weak.”
“Not what I asked.”
“We were the Black Hawks, based in Gilpin County Colorado, dressed to mirror the high school, where we had our tribal uniforms originate.”
“What about the name?”
“Mine?”
“Yeah.”
“In a battle between us and another tribe, I had removed the hands of one of their best warriors. The blood from his stumps produced two streams, running down the ledge he was laid on. Thus I was named Twin Rivers, from the two streams of blood of my enemy.”
“Cool. What about your superior officer?”
“Quintus was the fifth born of six. Quintus means fifth born.”
“That’s kind of lame.”
“Not every name has a cool meaning to it. But as you’ve asked me, I will ask you, why your second name?”
“Are you asking why I have a second name, or why I named myself that?”
“The latter.”

“Angela was derived of the phrase angel, because of the white color of my fur. Also I liked the name.”
“If you were going for some form of angel, why not name yourself Angelica? It’s more direct.”
“Because Angelica is a bitch’s name, and I don’t mean the pussy-ass bitch type of bitch, I mean the asshole kind of bitch.”
“I truly love how bastardized the english language is, where that banjaxed sentence is coherent, and understandable.” Bailey says
“The Legion is well aware of the brokenness of the our main language, which is why we are trying to make a move to Latin. Similarly, Latin is easier to get our Spanish speakers from the conquest of Latin America, into our general pool of communication.”
“How big are your borders? You guys seem to have a good part of this country.” you ask
“Extensive. Our general borders are the Northern states, like Idaho, the Dakotas, Montana, etc, which we share with our allies, the Japari, who serve as a border from the Profligates in what was once Canada. We also currently extend to Monterey, Mexico, as our furthest point south, if you do not count the Baja California peninsula, which we took earlier on. We have the West coast up to Oregon, and Eastward, we reach the edges of north west Texas and West Oklahoma.”
“Alright then. Where are you guys based in?”
“Flagstaff and Vegas, as Vegas is our new capital, but the Arizona exists as our original base of operations.”
“Do you know what happened to my home town? Cause you guys are in Colorado.”
“Not much. It’s abandoned, and only a few tribes really lived nearby. It was used for scavenging, and that’s it.”
“Hmmm. I don’t know what I was expecting.”
“What was your name before every-” Angela begins
“ENOUGH WITH THE FUCKING NAME QUESTIONS! It was Garret, so you can see why I so easily accepted Twin Rivers.” Twin Rivers says
“Ok man. Sheesh.”
“Good. We are here.” Twin Rivers says, opening the door to a dorm block, then walking down the hall to room 22C. He knocks on the door and Marshal says ‘just a minute from inside’

“Hey M-” you begin, but Bailey grabs your snout and closes it
“There be others in there.” Bailey says and then nods to Twin Rivers
“I brought some hot coffee.” Twin Rivers says “GianCarlo found some French stuff in… I think one of the professor’s places. He said we should make it disappear before the chief finds it.”
“Sweet.” says someone from inside, then opens the door. He pulls it fully open, and you see it’s a guard, without the riot helmet type thing. He was initially smiling, but that smile turned to horror as he sees the group. Before he can speak, Bailey charges him, then feigns to the left and slashes his throat. You get a look inside and find two more guards, as well as Marshal, who’s sort of just sitting on the bed, with his hands tied up, and duct tape hanging from the side of his cheek. Bailey gets a clean stab through the chest with the first guard, and then as the second guard draws his pistol, Bailey kicks up his hand, knocking the gun to the floor. Bailey then shoots up the barbed tail-spike-thing into the chin of the guard, and lifts him off the ground.

Angela walks past you as you watch in amazement at how Bailey’s hairless appendage can lift a fully grown man like that. Angela wastes no time and stabs the guard in the back of the head, with Bailey’s magic bowie knife, then walks over and cut’s Marshal’s bindings off.
“What the fuck?” Marshal says
“Man, the guards here are stupid.” Angela says
“No, they just recognize me as one of their own. Deception through ignorance is not the same as stupidity. They could tell I wasn’t one of their own if they knew what to look for, but they don’t.” Twin Rivers says
“What should we look for to ID you guys?” you ask
“You don’t get to know that.”
“Dylan, who are these people?” Marshal says
“Well, Bailey’s back and has some cool armor, as you can see.”

“That’s Bailey?”
“Yeah. Also the one untying you is Angela, a friend of Bailey’s, and this guy” you say, pointing to Twin Rivers “Is Twin Rivers, one of McKay’s people.”
“It slightly irks me how you compare myself, a prime, to that of Berengarius, a recruit.” Twin Rivers says
“I don’t know what that means but whatever. Anyways, Marshal, I was given a fucked up ultimatum today, so we’re fighting back, and finally gonna kill Orson.”
“Really?” Marshal asks
“Yeah! But first, we’re getting you and Brian out of here.”
“I will lead him back.” says Twin Rivers “The other one’s location is block F door 8.”
“Alright, thank you.” you say, and Twin Rivers leads Marshal out of the dorm, and probably towards their camp.

“Hey lass, I gotta go and get something before we proceed to the parasite. That bein’ said, Angela will be with ya to get the Fortunate Son.”
“Wait why can’t you come with, or us come with you?” you ask
“I’m just heading over to my dorm to grab a couple ol things. I just figure yer pressed for time, so…”
“Alright” you say. Would you like to go with Angela to get Brian first, or go with Bailey to get whatever he’s getting, then head over?

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“We’ll go with you. Whatever ‘Ol thing’ you were speaking of will help right?” you say
“There be a good possibility.” Bailey says
“Good, then let’s go.” you say and Bailey begins walking off to his dorm. There’s no one on the way, but when entering Bailey’s apartment, you find a guard drinking Bailey’s whiskey. The guard looks at Bailey, then at Angela, then you, and reaches underneath Bailey’s bar, and pulls out 3 glasses. You motion that you don’t want any, and he puts one back. He then goes under the bar again, you hear metal scraping, and he pulls out a cup of ice, and begins putting it into the glasses. The guard then slides the glasses over to Bailey and Angela, and both grab them. Bailey then removes his helmet, while Angela begins to drink, by undoing a latch at the back, then pulling the neck cover up and over his head. He fully takes it off, and you can see that he has his hair in a ponytail, and a lot of black face paint around his eyes.

“Going to see Kiss or something?” you ask jokingly
“Nah, also, black shits there so that the enemy cannot see a part of me, except maybe my eyes, and by that time it’s already too late.” Bailey says before downing the glass “As for ye” he says pointing at the guard “Take the bottle and leave, we’re gonna massacre this bitch.”
“Whole school?” the guard asks
“Nah, just the higher ups.”
“I’m good with that.” he says and then walks out the door. Bailey waits a little before going into the closet, reaching up to somewhere, then you watch as his body goes up out of your plain of view. A second later, his hand comes down and he motions to come near. You look to Angela and she tells you it’s for you. You walk over and ask what he wants. His hand then goes back up into the closet, and then comes back with a chainsaw.
“What’s this for?” you ask
“Cutting logs, officially, unofficially, who hasn’t seen Texas Chainsaw Massacre.” Bailey says, with his voice muffled through the ceiling

“So I’m gonna kill someone with this?”
“Well ye bitched about the shotgun, so here’s something a bit more heavy duty, ya feel?”
“Damn… this works, right?”
“Christ.” Bailey says and you hear moving around before he pokes his head out from the top of the closet “Do ya honestly, honestly, think I, of all people, would give ya a broken chainsaw. Of fecking course it works, and if you don’t believe me, rev it, cut something. Just not the bar or the bed… or the wall, actually cut something outside, that won’t explode.”
“The bar will explode?”
“Ye.” he says pulling his head back up “I got a lot of black powder and alcohol there, stuff goes boom.”
“Ok then.” you say and rev the chainsaw. It works all right. “So what else are ya looking for?”
“Somethin’ for the other girl in the room.”
“Like what?” you say and watch as Bailey hops down with a pack in one hand and a nozzle in the other. He has a flamethrower.
“Oh, for me?” Angela says gleefully
“Yeah. but wait, there’s more.” Bailey says, reaching back up and pulling out a small boombox, and a cd. The cd is blank, and obviously had something burnt onto it.
“What’s on the cd?” you ask
“One song. Ring of Fire, by Johnny Cash.”

“Fuck yes!” Angela says
“Are we going to burn down the school or something?” you ask
“Probably not.” Bailey says
“Ok. So-”
“Onto Brian- or… hold on a second more.” Bailey says and goes back into the closet, then back into the ceiling. He comes out with a burlap sack, and a pair of scissors. You begin to ask what he’s doing, and then he puts the bag over your head, and starts to feel around your face, eventually landing over your eyes. He pulls the bag off, and you begin to start asking questions, but stop when you see he’ making eye holes. He hands you the mask, and you slip it on. You then look at yourself in the mirror, and you look very creepy, like a mix or a couple slasher movie killers.
“I like it.” you say
“Good, cause now all ya gotta do is not talk, and you’ll be the perfect immortal serial killer.” Bailey says
“Can do.” you say, and the three or you walk out the building and head for Brian’s. You pass by Twin Rivers and he leads you to Brian’s room, making no comments what-so-ever. You get to the room and he says the same coffee thing, which works again. However, this time, you make a point of being the first into the room, turning the chainsaw on as the guard turns the door handle. The door opens, and you stand before the guard, face to face. If you couldn’t see the fear in his eyes, you could smell it in the air. He tries to turn, and something seems to take over you, having you grab his shoulder, and thrust the tip of the saw through his back, as you pull him close. It cuts through him like butter, but you aren’t done. You pull the chainsaw upwards until it comes back out of him at the base of his neck. You just virtually cut him in half.

You begin to think about what you’ve done, staring at his body, then look up again to find two other guards, as well as Brian, tied up in the same fashion as Marshal. The guards look at you in horror, then draw their pistols and fire on you. The pain makes you angry, and rather than slows you down, it speeds you up. You sprint at the guard on the left, with the chainsaw over your head, holding down the mechanism that makes the blade spin the whole time. You get to him and swing down across his neck, slicing his head clean off. You then turn to the other guy, use the back of the chainsaw to smack him across the face, then grab him and throw him onto the bed as he’s disoriented. You then jump onto the bed and thrust the saw through his chest and into the bed, then force it up to his head, and don’t stop until his head is split in half. You then begin to laugh, from your power trip. You hold control over everything now. Even the pain of being shot cannot stop you, you are immortal, you are the unstoppable force and immovable object.

“Dylan?” Brian says, full of fear. You had almost forgotten him in your blood lust. You look at him through the sack, and meet his gaze. A look of a terrified child. He looks like he’s seen a monster. He has seen a monster. You are that monster.
“Y-yeah?” you say, quivering in your voice.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah.” you say, less panicked from intrusive thoughts
“What’s going-” Brian begins but is interrupted by a slow clap behind you. You turn around and see Bailey, Angela, and Twin Rivers have entered the room, but they are not alone. With them is a familiar face. Vulpes stands in the doorway, not in his prior clothes, but in some guard uniform. He is smiling at you, a wicked smile, as he claps.
“Very impressive. Your drive to kill is so fun to watch, especially with your berserker instincts, taking hold, and causing your small scale rampage. Genuinely a treat.”
“What do you want?” you ask
“To watch. I want to see you mutilate the parasite and disfigure her lackeys. You want to experience the rush of doing both, right?”
“Maybe.”

“Good. My underling will take our friend here back to the camp. In the meantime, you have to decide who you’ll go after next. Will it be the profligate that touched your friend in the most intrusive way possible, the cop who got you into this mess in the first place, or the one behind it all, the mosquito?” Who will die first?

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“Hmmmm. I’m a bit indecisive on that.” you say
“How so?” Vulpes asks
“Like, on one hand I kinda want to just immediately go for Orson, to get that out of the way, but on the other hand, I want to like get MacFarland first, as sort of a warm up, cause he’d probably be easiest.”
“Easier than a frail old man?”
“I could throw a fry at him and he’d die from cardiac arrest. Yeah, he’s easier, especially considering I dis-armed him earlier today.”
“Both choices have their appeal.”
“What would you guys pick?”
“You aren’t me,” Vulpes says plainly “and because of that, you shouldn’t attempt to do it this way. However, I would kill the parasite first, and make her profligates watch. I would strike fear into them, letting them know their fate would soon follow. I would draw it out as long as possible, and then move on to the other degenerates.”
“Cool. What about the rest of you?”
“Personally I just like frontloading sheit, so I’d go with the parasite.” Bailey says
“Though you’ve had a more extreme relationship with the parasite, I believe the one you’ve had with the glutton was more personal.” Twin Rivers says

“How so?” you ask
“He was more hands on, working as an instrument, rather than a leader. It would possibly do you better to slay him first and then move onto the leader, so she’d know what’s coming.”
“Why would I want that?”
“Because she can’t stop it. She knows you’re not controllable, and knows she made you unstoppable, so what can she do but quiver. I feel you would enjoy her suffering more that way.”
“Dylan, I say you should go for the 4’0.” Angela says “he’d serve as a warm up and get you more used to killing. As someone who isn’t a genocidal maniac, I can assure you that you need some easing into it.”
“Ok, so I’ve made a decision, and an observation. Everyone in the Legion is a sadistic bastard-” you begin
“Your only interaction with us has been through the Frumentarii.” Vulpes says “If you were to meet some of the Legionaries in the army proper, you’d find they’re much more palatable.”
“So you admit, you and your spies are crazy.”


“What have I said, done, or implied, to suggest that I even remotely judge my work as being less than gruesome. If you were to believe we were the so called ‘good guys’, or that we believed we were, you’d be deeply mistaken, and painfully unobservant.”
“So you think you’re the bad guys?”
“The idea of good and evil is so naive. We aren’t the best or worst morally, we’re just better suited to handle the situations of where we control, more so than any before us, and those to come after, most likely. So no, we’re not the bad guys either. We are simply a protagonistic or antagonistic force, depending on whom you speak to. To you we are protagonists, though a less friendly group. To the parasite, we are the main evil, hacking down the shoddy foundations that hold up her decaying palace.”
“Ok. Anyways, I’m just going to kill whoever I encounter first, of those three.”
“Opportunistic I see.”
“Well, as Bailey said, can’t fail a plan if you don’t have one.”
“That is one of the dumbest fucking things I’ve ever heard. Really, did you say that?” Vulpes says to Bailey
“I was quoting Parasite.” Bailey says
“Good movie, dumb advice. But do as you wish, and make it entertaining.”


“Alright.” you say, and then feel a hand touch your shoulder. You spin around and then see Brian, looking a bit shaken
“You really doing this?” Brian says
“Yeah. We’re really doing this.”
“What does that mean for me?”
“You’re going to the Legion camp.”
“Why?”
“You run the risk of dy-”
“But they’re evil.”
“Are you deaf, amicus?” Twin Rivers says
“I know what you bastards did in the West!”
“If you’re referring to our description of Nipton, then you must not have listened closely.” Vulpes says “Nipton was composed of three parties, soldiers, whom were known for their own massacres, businessmen who would sell their whole family out to save their skin, and ended up doing just that, and lastly, rapist, murderers, and an assortment of other degenerates who the pseudo-democracy deemed too unfit to enter society. We gave them every chance to defeat us, if they had just stopped looking out for themselves. We were outnumbered, undergunned, and much else, yet they all just sat there as their friends and family were put down like the dogs they were.”


“You mass murdered them.”
“So? Were their lives even worth anything? They were a group of degenerates who showed no spine, compassion, or a reason to survive. So many wasted lives indeed. Besides, your group is not that, right? You stick to each other, you’d die for each other, right?” Vulpes says and Brian goes silent “Yeah. We have no plans on removing any more of your group from this plain of existence.”
“So you admit-” you begin, but Vulpes cuts you off
“The reaction to that statement will lead to consequences, you will gravely dislike.” Vulpes says “Leave that for later. And the answer is yes.”
“Fine. But you’re going to need to be completely honest about what you did, and why!”
“You already know the what and why. You just don’t want to believe it, nor can you accept that conflicting political entities, in a much greater conflict, supercedes whatever menial gains exist on this mountain.”
“If that’s the case, then why are you here? Why is the leader of the greatest spy organization here on this mountain with ‘menial gains’, rather than this ‘greater conflict?’”
“It’s both the nature of the war and the opponent itself. It’s an enemy I hold no distaste towards, a land I hold no desire to visit, and an all around imminent defeat. Not to mention, I prefer the chance to witness the Irish King’s work, rather than more repetitive killing-”
“Because that’s more entertaining?”
“Precisely.”

“Whatever.” you say, then turn to Brian “I’ll try no to keep you at their camp for long.”
“I’m counting on it.” he says
“Don’t actually, I don’t know how long this will take.” you say, and then walk past Vulpes out the door, with Angela and Bailey following suit. The lives of three will pave the way to your freedom, an end to this arduous journey, and the beginning of another. Your road to victory has begun, an end to the suffering you’ve tirelessly endured, an end to that bitch’s reign of terror.

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