You exit the dorm bloc and walk into the rain. The normal, or abnormal, sensation of the water hitting your inorganic flesh is barely there. Only through your tail and your hair can you feel the droplets, as the clothes and sack nullify the rest of the water. The scent of the fresh mountain air has been replaced by the scent of burlap and blood. For many, this would be awful, as the clean air is associated with freedom, while the blood and old material are signs of pain and decay. However, for you the scents of fresh blood mixed with the old stench of potatoes has never made you feel more free. The road to victory must be paved in blood, as any conflict will be, and you won’t bleed any longer. You had decided to kill the first tormentor you saw, with no particular order in mind for their demise, but you won’t wander at random to find them. You think first to head to Suzana’s dorm, but find nothing there. MacFarland is long gone, but the blood is not, nor is the rifle. “I can’t say I won’t miss you, but this is goodbye.” you say

“What do you mean by that?” Angela says
“I’m not coming back here.”
“Sure ya are, ain’t your shit still here?”
“You know what, you’re right, it is. So, good bye, for now then.” you say and leave the building, after Angela mumbles something about you being a moron. Next you head to the infirmary and find it empty as well. You leave there and head for admin, still with no one at all around. You ascend the stairs, and find guards waiting there. They stare at you momentarily, and then wave you through. You cannot see their faces, so you cannot tell if they’re Legion, scared, waiting for this, or plotting something, but it does not matter either way. You enter the building and immediately get tackled from the shadows. MacFarland sits on you pinning you to the ground, with his two-ton ass. He’s heavy, but weak, and you’re able to throw him off, fairly easily. You manage to get him off you and pick up the chainsaw, but get knocked to the ground again.

You feel a stabbing pain in your side, like you’re never felt before, and swing around to look behind you, then catch another bullet to the chest. You hit the ground out of breath and find the rapist blasted you with some comically long double barrel gun. He begins to reload and you prepare to get hit again, as he’s too far away, but instead hear Bailey say “that’s him.” In an instant, a flash of white strikes Reinhard and throws him to the ground. You hear blood curdling screams as you watch his body get torn to shreds by the werewolf. You take this time to get MacFarland in the chaos, but find he took that time to run. You see him going out the glass doors (still broken from your previous trip down the stairs). As the thought of why the doors were shattered, crosses your mind, you get an idea.

MacFarland gets out the door and you follow suit. As he begins to descend, you kick the back of his knee and watch as he starts rolling down the stairs, smashing into the guard rails. About ten seconds of tumbling later, he hits the ground with a crack. You then stare down at him, with the sounds of flesh ripping and bones breaking from behind you, mixed with the quiet pitter-patter of rain on the roof, and Bailey beginning to play Ring of fire. This causes a soothing symphony to listen to as you indulge in his suffering. The guards say nothing, just staring down there, as this goes on.
“Gravity is a harsh foe, isn’t she.” Bailey says from behind you
“To some, more than others.” you reply
“That be the truth. Anyways, that’s two down-”
“He probably isn’t dead.”
“Speaking for a minute in the future, cailín. I’m saying that leaves the parasite, and then yer free.” Bailey says as he begins to fiddle with something else, which you assume is the flame thrower
“So close I can taste it.”
“Yeah. But do be warned, she probably still has Cupid’s book around-” Bailey begins but then stops for a second “Or not.”

“What do you mean?” you say and turn around to see one of the guards holding the book and handing it to Bailey. “Ah, so you guys are Caesar’s Legion.”
“Myself, yes, him, not.” says the guard without the book “This is a means of initiation. One which he has passed.”
“Congrats then.” you say to the guy with the book, who gives a thumbs up as Bailey takes the book. Bailey walks back into the office, and you follow. You see the walls are covered in blood and a nearly unrecognizable mass of flesh and bone sits in the center of the room. On top of that pile rests Reinhard’s head, upon his severed feet, with his penis removed and shoved in his mouth. Angela sits on the bitch’s desk, drenched in blood, with it staining her white fur pinkish-red. She doesn’t look at you, as she’s on her phone and asks for your number. You say you haven’t had a phone in two years, and she gives you a look of disappointment.


You hear her send something, and then she nods you over to her. You look at her phone and see it’s a picture of her soaked in blood, smiling, with her arm around Reinhard’s mangled body, and holding a piece sign with the same arm.
“Oh damn.” you say
“Yeah. Anyways I sent it to Vulpes, cause even though he doesn’t like technology and shit, he has a phone, so yeah. I had him show it to whomever you needed that dude killed for.” Angela says
“Wait, Suzana didn’t want to see him dead, she just wanted to know it happened.”
“Oh, whoops.”
“That’s assuming Vulpes shows her. Cause ya did make yer demands for him very clear.” Bailey says, placing the book on the desk, and then walks back, readying the flame thrower. Angela hops off before he fires it up, and then Bailey motions for you two to leave “Anyways, we got a job to finish.” he says and you and Angela walk out

You exit and find the guards have left and are walking towards the gate, down the stairs. You also see that MacFarland is very slowly crawling away from the building. You begin to walk down the stairs and then hear Bailey singing along with Cash, while turning on the flamethrower. A second after he turns it on, a thought sona on you:
“Don’t I need that to change back?” you say annoyed “Or at least see what I can do with my life?”
“Nah, we’ll see Cupid later. Anyways, we gotta figure out whatcha want to do with fatty down there.” Bailey says, pointing to the crawling pig. Now begs the question of if you want to have fun with MacFarland, or if you just want to put him down like the worthless animal he is?

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It’s time to have some fun. You begin happily trotting down the stairs, humming the tune of the Halloween movies, to seem crazier, though it’s a bit butchered considering you haven’t heard it in at least two years. You get to the bottom and begin following the small trail of blood that was left by Macfarland. You follow it to a corner, and get shot in the chest as you turn it. You slightly move back, but don’t make a sound or really react to the pain, as it only shocked you. The bullet falls off of your shirt and makes a small clink when it hits the floor. You then look before you and see MacFarland, on his back, with a broken right leg, having the bone sticking through it. He’s sweating profusely, but out of fear, not from his normal bad health choices. You smile through the mask at this, then begin a small chuckle. He shoots you again and you begin to laugh harder.

“F-f-fuck you.” MacFarland says, in a sort of whisper
“F-f-f-f-uck me? Fuck me? That’s cute.” you say while laughing. You then think to interrogate him, but get the idea to set in the fact that you’re crazy. You rev the chainsaw, and then hop-skip over to MacFarland, kick his gun to the side as he tries to shoot you again, stomp his stomach, and then bring the saw down on his non-broken leg, and don’t stop until it falls off, and MacFarland rocks back from the weight of his drumstick getting removed. He lets out a loud scream, and now you’re interrogation starts. “So, I have a few questions.” you say
“Fuck y-” MacFarland starts, but you grab his mouth, and squish it.
“You didn’t let me finish. I was-” you begin again, but are stopped when he yanks off the sack. You just stare at him annoyed for a second afterwards, and then he tries to grab at your face. You don’t hesitate to bite into his left hand, feeling bone crack, then yank your head back, completely severing that piece. You stare at him for a second, then slowly open your mouth, causing the chunk of hand, that you bit off, to fall out and land on his chest.

“F-fucking psy-psycho!” MacFarland yells. You then spit the remaining blood into his face, and dig your fingers into the stump of his leg, causing him to let out a loud scream of agony.
“So, as I was saying before you ever so rudely interrupted me: I have a few questions, that you’ll answer. The whole time you don’t cooperate, you will be tortured as you are now. If you answer everything honestly, and nicely, this will be over quickly. And before you ask, you’re dying here whether you cooperate or not, and you should look forward to it, considering the rest of your living moments will be agony.” you say, then dig your fingers deeper into his stump.
“Agh, fuck! Ask!”
“So, Orson, where has that coward gone?”
“Fuck if I know.” MacFarland grunts, and so you grab the bone on his other leg, and begin to pull it, then shake and turn it. The sounds of tendons tearing mixed with MacFarland’s whimpers causes you to bob your head like it was some edm shit.
“Music!” you say “So anyways, where is she?”

“She said she’d kill me-”
“Don’t care, I’m going to kill you anyways. I know you’re missing your legs, and a bit of your hand, but your ears look fine, so I don’t know why you misheard me. So, where is she?”
“There’s a cave beneath her office, you can get in through the- ngh- service tunnels. There’s some sort of book she has-”
“Fuck-”
“Not the magic one.”
“Ok never mind then.”
“Like Scooby Doo, there’s a book that moves the bookshelf, that goes to the tunnels.”
“Alright.” you say, and then begin to saw off the other leg. He screams the whole time as you do so. You finish and he completely flops onto his back like a turtle. “Next question-”
“I COMPLIED!”
“Yeah, but you didn’t listen. Faster you answer, the faster you die, and the less torture you recieve.”
“Fuck you!”
“Anyways, who ratted on me about the kitchen stealing shit.”
“Miss White.”
“Really, Kylie?”
“Yes. Going to blow her up a second time?”
“Heh, probably not. But that was funny.”
“Do I get a reward for being funny?”
“Yes. It’s called Castration.” You saw and begin moving the saw around in his genital area. Bits and pieces go flying around. You do this for around 20 seconds and then stop.

“You know, I think I may have understated it when I said castration. This was just full scale nullification.” You say and then turn around to see MacFarland’s reaction. The lard ass is out cold. “Hey, no time to sleep, we still got a game to play.” You say and begin slapping his face. You then get no reaction, so you kick him a couple times, with a similar lack of reaction. You then stand to the side and check if he’s breathing, and see nothing. “Well fuck.”
“Yeah, pretty sure he’s dead cailín.” you hear Bailey say from behind you
“Yep.”
“Why do ya have to do sheit to his dick. That makes my skin crawl.”
“Seemed fucked, so I did it.”
“Yer trying a wee bit too hard for this. Like with the humming. Some of this shit’s working, but yer going a bit over board, ya know?”
“Alright. Alright. You’re right, I am going somewhat overboard to make myself look scary.”
“Yeah.”


“Alright, so Orson is under the admin building, she has a tunnel-”
“Behind the Scooby Doo bookcase, yeah, heard that much. These ears aren’t just for looks.”
“I didn’t think so.”
“Also, ya said earlier that ya wanted me to do some Bane-type shit to her, so ya still want me to do that, or should I let you handle the whole thing?” Do you let Bailey try and ‘break the bat’ or do you handle this yourself?

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“You’re gonna do the Bane thing.” you say
“Well this is assuming the parasite ain’t weigh a ton.” Bailey says
“I don’t think she does.”
“I haven’t the slightest clue about her looks or weight, so I’m just saying.”
“She’s tall and frail- wait, what do you mean you don’t know? You were sent here to kill her right?”
“I can ID a vampire by smell.”
“What?”
“They have a faint but distinct scent of like an old sofa- or something like that. I can’t think of a good comparison cause it’s really unique. You smell of it, but probably can’t smell it yourself-”
“Wait what?”
“Cause of the magic that turned you, and also cause of nose blindness-”
“Ok.”
“You know, like from those commercials-”
“Yeah.”
“Like, it was Lysol or something-”
“Ok Bailey.”
“You’re not that detached from-”
“I’VE SEEN THE FUCKING COMMERCIALS!”

“No need to yell lass.”
“Those ads are annoying-”
“What ads?” Angela says as she walks over
“The Lysol ones.” Bailey says
“Which ones?”
“The nose blindness ones.”
“Those are Febreeze-”
“WHO FUCKING CARES? Jesus-” You yell
“Don’t-” Angela begins with the Holy lecture again
“Fuck off! You two are insufferable some times.”
“Nah, you haven’t seen insufferable.” Bailey says
“Ok, whatever, we have a job to do.”
“Technically I already did my part.” Angela says
“Then shut the fuck up, go stream or something.”
“Your wifi is shit.” Angela says and you give her and Bailey a pissed off smile “Well it is.”
“I FUCKING KNOW THAT! I’VE BEEN STUCK ON A FUCKING MOUNTAIN FOR TWO YEARS!”
“So fiesty.”
“You stupid bitch!”
“As much as I’d like to see a cat fight, we should get this over with quickly.” Bailey says
“Thank you.”
“Its been a while since I’ve been on Animal Jam, and I’m needing a fix. Not to the point of a crack head stabbing a woman for two bucks, but ya know.”
“I hate you. I hate you so much.”
“I’m just playin wit ya lass. Stopped with that game years ago. I get censoring yer chats for sheit like saying sheit, but what kind of a cunt just bans numbers entirely? What kinda game are ya playing there NatGeo?”
“Game still slapped though.” Angela says
“Ya played that shit? I woulda thought that yer parents woulda banned that shit all together.”

“Well.” Angela says “I was allowed to play things that didn’t go against the ultra-conservative-protestant retarded views, that those cunts held. I had that, sonic, and then some Bible RPG. They didn’t allow Tetris cause the commies made that.”
“Surprised they’d know that.” Bailey says
“Well, they’re stupid, not ignorant. They’re not clueless, they just choose to be lobotomites.”
“As much as I love bad-mouthing terrible parents, we have a deadline.” You say
“Lets be real here for a second Lass, we don’t” Bailey says, very matter-of-factly “Your friends aren’t in any real danger from her, she probably doesn’t have anything super-crazy under this rock, and if she does, her dumbfuckery to not use it yet, almost guarantees she doesn’t have the brains to use it effectively in the near future. What are we waiting for here?”
“Ya know what Bailey, if you crave a reason, let’s just say that I want to finish this before breakfast, is that fair?”
“Fair.”
“Good, let’s go then.” you say and begin to head back up the stairs. You head past the burning desk and see the remnants of the book in the embers of the desk. You then look at the bookshelf which mostly became ash and burnt timber, except one book that remains pristine. You grab the book and pull, finding it’s metal, and causes what’s left of the right half of the bookshelf to rotate. You enter the tunnel behind it and before you is a lantern lit staircase, going down into the earth.

You begin walking down the stairs, and when you get to the bottom, you find nothing but more hallway. You follow this hallway, and eventually reach a chamber, lit up by candles, some floating, some attached to the walls. This place is a giant cave with stalactites and ‘mites all around. In the middle of it is a set of four staircases that lead right up to a ziggurat style pedestal. On that pedestal stands Orson, staring down at you.
“Miss me bitch?” you call out
“Who squealed about this place?” she says annoyed
“The pedo was too busy having his dick removed and shoved into his mouth to rat you out. So it’s gotta be the piggy, right? He squealed the second I promised him death.”
“And why would he do that?”
“I said he’d be tortured until he died.”
“So, I’m assuming he’s dead?”
“Cut off both legs, and then minced his meat. Not sure if it was bloodloss or not, but he just dropped dead.”


“So now what? You’ve come here to kill me? Is that it?”
“Pretty much. After that, I’m planning on getting some breakfast, as I’m feeling a little hungry.” you say and Orson begins to laugh. Mid laugh, Angela walks in and begins taking pictures of the room
“Whittaker, you do realize killing me will fuck you over.”
“How?”
“You have no way to turn back without me. You’d be stuck like this for eternity, cursed to endlessly wander the earth until the sun consumes the planet in a billion years.”
“And, why are you telling me this?”
“I would like to negotiate.”
“Let me guess, I either leave or let you leave, and you’ll change me back?”
“What an astute assumption there Whittaker.”
“How do I know you won’t just immediately kill me after undoing the spell?”
“I know when to cut my losses.”
“No you don’t. You’re a petty, spiteful, bitch.”
“Do you have another option? Think rational-”
“Cupid.” you say and watch as Orson freezes up. Angela begins laughing at this “Didn’t think I knew about him, did you? So now what? I’m willing to let you continue to beg for your life, it’s entertaining. What else can you offer me?”
“Who told you about Cupid?” She says angrily
“The guy who blew up your building.”


“FUCK!”
“Yeah, kinda puts a wrench in your plans, don’t it?”
“For centuries, none have bested me! From my time as a noble in Bourgogne-”
“Where’s that?”
“France, an old border kingdom near what’s now Switzerland.”
“Why’d you leave?”
“Robespiere’s psychotic massacre, and then later Boneparte kept me from returning. Why do you insist on asking if you’re going to enact your revenge in a minute?”
“Knowing someone’s ethnicity and background helps you be more accurately racist towards them.” Angela says
“And who are you?”
“Joe.”
“Joe?”
“Joe Mama.” Angela says and Orson stares at her for a minute, before sighing
“She has a point.” you say
“Whatever. Still, my point is, no one has bested me yet, but it seems that no matter where I go, the British seem to persist in their effort to-” Orson begins, but is cut off by Bailey body slamming her. You didn’t see him enter the cavern, or anything, but he somehow managed to climb up to the ceiling, using the stalactites or something like that.

Bailey gets up off of Orson, and then stomps on her face.
“I’m an Irish man, you snail eatin’ pompous cunt!” Bailey yells“No feckin’ figure yer pansy arse is a feckin’ frog. Always hidin’ when anythin’ happens, runnin’ away an’ getting foreigners to do every-feckin’-thin’ for ya, cause yer useless people only wins wars when yer warriors aren’t french. Makes too much sense that ya surrender the second we step foot ‘n here!” Bailey finishes and waits for Orson to stand up. Once she does, she begins to speak.
“Y-” is all she’s able to utter before she takes a nasty kick, straight to the stomach. She hunches over, and Bailey grabs her by the shoulder, and then kicks in one of her knees, then reaches over and grabs, what at first seems like her belt, as she falls. Bailey proceeds to flip her onto her back, using her underwear to move her (you guess that’s what he grabbed for). He squats down to pick her up from under her shoulders and legs, and then slams her into his knee. You hear a loud crack, and she rolls off of him. Bailey, wastes no time, and kick/pushes her over the side of the pedestal.

Orson did not stumble down the stairs, instead she falls straight down, in between the stairs, landing with a louder crack than before. Bailey stands staring down at her, before pulling a flask from one of his satchel like pockets and pours it onto the pedestal, which bursts into a blue flame. He walks down the stairs as the flames disappear, and stops in front of you.
“Satisfactory?” Bailey asks
“Very.” you reply
“Good.” Bailey says as he reaches into another one of the pockets and whips out a wooden stake, which he hands to you.
“Thought you said-”
“Symbolism.”
“Legion also goes nuts for that.” Angela says
“Alright.” you say, and walk over to Orson.

You stand above her, with Angela and Bailey close by. You then bend down to face Orson.
“Any last words?” you say. Orson stares at you for a minute, and then tries to spit her blood at you. Luckily, Angela stuck her hand in and blocked it from hitting you.
“Had a feeling she’d do that.” Angela says, as she completely covers Orson’s mouth “Also, don’t worry, I’m a werewolf, so her poison doesn’t effect me.”
“That’s good. Well, let’s finish this.” you say and plunge the stake into her heart. You see her eyes dilate and her blow into Angela’s palm, with a little bit of her blood squirting through the Wolf’s fingers. You and Angela sit there for a second staring at her, expecting something else to happen, and after a little, Bailey says she’s dead, completely.

Bailey begins walking back out of the cavern, while you and Angela stare at Orson’s corpse. The smell of death almost immediately grows to fill the whole cave. However, this stench is different than anything else, it’s less like decay, and more like soil, something earthy.
“She smells weird to you, right?” Angela says
“Yeah.” you say
“Maybe vampires just smell like that when they’re dead.”
“What? Is this your first?”
“Yeah.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Would have expected Bailey would have-”
“He generally doesn’t bring me along with him for this type of stuff, I’m only here because of where I’m from.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah. Anyways, want to take a photo to remember this moment by?”
“Yeah.” you say and lean in for a picture. She takes several, with you in different poses, some with her in it, as well as letting you use her phone, yourself (which doesn’t work, because the touch screen doesn’t recognize your flesh as flesh). After a little, Bailey comes back in, with the flamethrower, and tells you to move. You do, and he lights her up and tells you to cover your ears. You do and watch as Orson’s body burns. Bailey then moves your hand and said he thought she was going to do the demon death thing.

You ask what that is and he says demons screech when their corpses are burned, and he guesses that Orson never used demonic magic then. You acknowledge what he says with a nod, and then begin making your way out of the cave. You expect the cave to collapse, seal you in, or something to kill, but it seems like that stuff only happens with film, or Orson didn’t think that far ahead. You leave the cave, leave the building, grab your stuff, and then leave the campus, hopefully for good. You ask Bailey what’s going to happen to everyone at the Campus, and he says they will be processed and annexed into Vay’s Republic. Once you left, you headed off for the Legion’s camp. Once there, you found your friends at a long wooden table, eating some feast of different meats and other freshly made goods. This feast marks the end of the first chapter of your endless life, and a new beginning for the rest of it.

Anyways, here is the epilogue.

To start, Ricardo never made it to Cuba. You’re not clear on what killed him, whether it was the Legion themselves, or their influence, but they had a hand in his death, openly admitting as such. He was dead before you went on your quest for revenge, and his body was ‘found’, not very far down the mountain, partially eaten, and with a bullet in his head. Zombies had taken chunks out of him, and turned him, according to the Legion scout who informed you, and he put the shambling corpse of your friend down. You guess this is what happens when you talk about fighting for your people, to the people they’re fighting, but it feels wrong. Too disrespectful and underhanded, to lead him on and make him disappear like that, to his friends. You’re glad you found the truth, but have hated the Frumentarii, ever since, for it.

As for Suzana, she did not share the same hatred. She didn’t feel completely betrayed and violated by Vulpes’ actions. This is probably because the Legion kept Suzana from death, and whispered sweet nothings to get her into a depressing state. You say that, but it could be just allegations you made up, to make it seem like Suzana was hypnotized or brainwashed. Regardless of what you believe, she became very submissive and subservient after her suicide attempt, swearing loyalty to Caesar, to Vulpes, and to you. She stopped looking at you like a friend, and more like an owner. You couldn’t take that look, so after the group made it to Vay’s Republic, and she and Marshal left to go West, to fully join the Legion, you cut contact. You believe this was the wrong call, but nobody ever told you it was, only saying they understand why, when you talk about it. Her spirit was broken, and you couldn’t handle seeing her like that anymore. The irony of this situation is not lost on you. You know it’s hypocritical, but you made your decision. Hopefully she didn’t make herself a slave, the Legion said she didn’t, but why would they tell you the truth if they did?

Marshal went with the Legion too, for similar reasons. He felt indebted to them for saving Suzana. He didn’t get subservient, he got mad, he felt he needed to be stronger and to fight, and the Legion was the perfect place for him. To your knowledge, he’s a Decanus, stationed somewhere in Mexico, and he and Suzana are still together. You get no contact from him, but the Legion says he’s doing alright, and found a hobby in blacksmithing. They gave you one of his pieces, a large sword, made from the back bumper of your uncle’s pickup truck (it had his license plate). You hope him and Suzana are actually doing well.

Brian went back to Baltimore, or what was Baltimore. “New ‘Murica”, as it’s called, replaced the city. The antithesis to Vay’s Republic, it’s ruled by a Goat in a suit, the batshit crazy presidential candidate that made Biden and Trump seem like they had the mental security equivalent of Fort Knoxx. He had at some point become an actual god, and ruled the land like it’s a twisted circus. He has a second Vegas built over a ghetto, a full scale castle, skyscrapers that rival Dubai, another castle that floats in the sky, and much else. The whole place feels like a dream. Anyways, Brian found no solace in the place. His home reduced to a brothel in the back of a casino, his remaining relatives were either dead, drug addicts, or vagrants who lost it all to the bastard’s casinos. His father was used as a sex slave, then was lynched on the steps of town hall, for “being a filthy democrat”. Brian did not stay there for long, and left for east Asia. You think he ended up in either Mainland Japan or the DPRK, and you haven’t heard shit from or about him. You hope he’s still alive.

Roberto had a much happier time, ending up staying in Vay’s Republic, as a judge and second stand in for the Supreme Juror. You talk often with him, through phone calls, and in person when you come back to the Republic. He seems very content with his life. He got a fiance, who’s a nice lady from a city that was built in a destroyed aircraft carrier. Her name is Charlene, and hope they go all the way together. You’re glad Roberto found happiness and a place where he feels he has a purpose. As for the other people you met, Barry, or Quintus, still works for the Frumentarii, and he’s broken into your house twice to say hello. Twin Rivers saw you off at the Republic, and you heard he’s ranked up since then. McKay ended up mouthing off to a centurion and had his head beaten in with a skillet.

And now for yourself, Bailey, and Angela. You three stayed together. You ended up like Angela, as one of Bailey’s ‘followers’, and moved to Ireland. You follow Bailey around for many of his adventures, but still have your own life. You’re officially nobility, because Bailey ended up actually being the King, and live in this giant, yet rustic mansion in rural waterford. You got converted to Catholicism a couple months after settling down, and have become invested in the community. You own a bit of farm land, and have that as your passive income, “hiring” a bunch of english people (it’s borderline slavery, so you try to treat them as best as you can, while Bailey perpetuates a cycle of hatred) who keep fleeing England because of the Klan, while most of your income comes from the adventures.

You’ve grown a lot closer to Angela/Brent, and hang out with them often. There’s virtually no difference between how they act between each form, except when they need to play the character that they built up. You’ve grown close enough to them, that they’ve become your best friend. You’ve also realized that you all sort of change when Angela, Bailey, and you are together. Bailey makes you stupid, Angela makes Bailey stupid, and Angela is just kinda stupid in general. You still hope you can get together with Bailey, but that probably will not happen. As for the condition, you’re still a skunk, still a woman,still rubber, and still immortal, and you feel you’ll only change the last part when you’re ready to die. For now, your life is great, you feel satisfied with what you’ve done, and who you are.

And here, I bring The Campus to a close, nearly a full year of this shit, based on a dream I had in early February, that I decided to make into a full scale story. This is the end of Campus, but not the end of Dylan’s story, and I hope I can tell the rest of it later, but next, I have something else planned. Stay tuned for Nuzlocke.