When I woke up in another dimension, surrounded by nothingness and a ROB. I did not know I would be offered to quest around the multiverse to fix different problems or gain power. But we both knew the real reason; it was more than simply questing ac...
Today is going to be fun, a break from the norm because, sad to say, using the chaos of end-bringer attacks just is not doing for me anymore.
And here is my luck when I hear of this new company, Oz, something or other trying to fix the world.
What a joke! I almost laugh. Oh wait, I already did, but regardless, Boston won't know what hits them.
I turn around in my seat and yell to the rest of the crew.
"Oi! you fucking wastes of space. We are almost there, nearly an hour out."
Crimson and Winter are still having sex right in the back seat, and I swear they are smiling as they ignore me.
Siberian keeps staring off into the distance with her thousand-yard stare. She is creepy as hell, but she is necessary, and she also scares me, so I say nothing.
Gray Boy flips me off and loops himself so that he does it repeatedly.
I would call him a brat, but he is almost as old as me and nearly as demented.
But the man's got skill. His loops make for all sorts of fun.
Remind me of the time he put that girl in a loop, being raped over and over again. Just the pure and utter despair that her time will never end. It was beautiful.
Or that time Siberian walked through the PRT's containment foam, and the cops barely had time to piss themselves before she ate them alive.
Good times, and they're just going to keep coming.
But as I reminisce on our various fun times, I notice something a couple of miles down the road.
Wait, what's that, another one of Dragon's suits?
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No, that's not her design, and it's actually piloted, and there are no registered heroes around here.
Oh boy, it's a newbie biting off more than he can chew.
This will be fun.
I yell back to the crew, "Hey, bozos, we got fresh meat just down the road."
This catches their attention, and most smile in such a way that makes me proud of our little merry band.
"Who's ready for an appetizer before the main course?"
Crawler wakes up from his nap and begins to froth at the mouth, hoping for new damage types to be used against him. Damn masochist, but I love him for it.
I drive a bit further down the road and stop the van as I notice that he is sitting there, almost meditating.
What, is this guy a monk or something?
But as he notices us, he stands up and stares at us as if taking in a view. This upsets me more than it should.
I am Jack Slash! Damn it! I have killed dozens if not hundreds, and he is just staring at us.
