Prologue

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(Warning: This content contains strong language, and references to alcoholism. Viewer discretion is advised.)

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(BAM!!!!)

"AND STAY OUT YOU USELESS SLUT!!!!"

Those were the last words the manager yelled as he tossed you out slamming the door behind you

"UGH!!"  You scoffed as you hit the pavement "WELL FUCK YOU ASSHOLE.... didn't want to work a pig like you anyways" you get up dusting yourself off and sighs 

 this would be your 5th job this month you seem to not quite like any job you get it just feels like something is missing....you scoff at your boss flipping off the establishment and you make your way back to your apartment you see papers by the doors for the rent and bills 

"ugh.....fuck I don't even have enough for fucking rent...now what..." you sigh pulling your hair annoyed "I need a drink...." You make your way to the cabinets and you see you have no more booze "Great just my luck....and there goes my phone bill money..." you head out to the liquor store to grab a drink you walk down the streets of imps either fucking, sucking or tonguing each other you hold your liquor and make your way down the sidewalk drinking it and as you saute yourself down the street a flyer hits your face 

"AGH?! The fuck?!" you look at the flyer 

"Need recruits  call here or visit Ozzie's for the interview" you read the flyer and shrug "Ozzie's hm....okay just my luck" you make your way towards the direction of Ozzie's

and this is where your story begins...


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