Thrack throws more wood on the fire, releasing a pillar of sparks, as Rina interrupts. "Why the fuck do you assholes make me out to be a fucking bitch when you guys tell fucking stories about my amazing?!"
Alan takes a break from manifesting more booze as they all look at her. Like a big sister, and with a small, red flash of her eyes, Kadlin chimes in. "Cause ya a bitch."
As she huffs, Rina gives a very angry look to Kadlin. "I am not a bitch you fucking moronic slutball cause I am an amazing, awesome, beautiful, smart, funny, bad ass daughter of Gaia and I deserve everyfuckingthing to happen exactly how the fuck I want it exactly when the fuck I want because why would I be this amazing, awesome, beautiful, smart, funny and bad ass if I wasn't supposed to get my fucking way all the Gaia damned time?" She takes a swig. "Did I say perfect? Amazing, awesome, beautiful, smart, funny, bad ass and mother fucking perfect!"
Morothoth pinches the bridge of his nose while shaking his head. "If you are what you say you are, perhaps you could continue the story. Assuming Robert here doesn't have any questions."
Robert raises his hand and tries to speak only to be cut off by Rina. "Fuck that donkey scrotum with a rusty drill bit cause now all you used douche drinkers get the fucking privilege of paying attention to my awesomeness!" She gulps down a large portion of her bottle. "So where the fuck were we..."
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Mercenaries of the Gods: Chronicle One - Stories
FantasyHey, you. Yes, you! The Seer's been looking for you. It's got some things to show you. Crazy things. Strange things. Important things. In this visit to the Seer, you'll read three stories. Well, three stories and a booklet, but no one reads the book...
