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Adofo is the name of my little bro and my name is Kamau. For years we have been working as guns for hire to make a living in this shity town we call home. This town does not show mercy to the weak only the strong survive. There is no leaving, no changing the town - all ya can do is keep ya head down and bear it if ya are weak. If ya are stronger ya have to make ya power known but once ya presence is known to others. Ya will have a target on ya back for the rest of ya life.

And that's how I and my bro used to live before our little "accident". Before when we started as guns for hire we were at the bottom, barely anyone knew our names, but when others noticed how perfectly we completed our jobs. Our names were spread far and wide in rumors and then were turned into legends. When that happened both me and my bro were getting tired of our jobs. We wanted to quit and we thought we could do it. Sure people did know our names but they never met us or knew what we looked like. So we thought we could get away once we had enough money. That was our plan from the beginning to disappear just like all great legends do.

When we quit we opened an online liquor store to live out our dream of making and selling great alcohol. We sold all kinds of alcohol like Vodka, gin, baiju, shōchū, soju, tequila, rum, whishy, brandy, and singan. We became very popular as the years went by but then like all good things this town had to shit all over everything. We were found by our old bosses who wanted us to come back and work for them. But we knew once ya leave ya never came back unless ya pay the price. The bosses would sometimes give someone a second chance. That someone would always have a person who was precious to them. So the bosses would give them an ultimatum kill the one you care about or kill they'll both. And the way they would kill them both would be so brutal I don't want to describe it.

So when me and my brother saw the letter from our old bosses. We knew what we had to do but we wanted to say one last fuck you to them. On a day when beautiful fall leaves were all over the forest, our bosses came to receive our answers. We had told them we would like to have one last drink together before we told them our answer. They followed us to where we stored our liquor with their bodyguards. Both I and my bro sat at our very own bar table and poured ourselves a drink. Are bosses and their bodyguards were watching our movements very carefully. They didn't notice the pass-out gas that was filling the room up slowly till it was too late.

They all passed out after we finished the last drop of our drinks. My little bro tied them up while I set up their little surprise. We knew even if we killed our bosses we'll never be free now that they found us. Others would soon find us be it someone who we've pissed off or the higher-ups we have never seen but heard about. So that day in the middle of the forest where we lived there was a big explosion just as our bosses woke up to see the bomb in front of them. The news would call it the biggest "accidental" fire that year that caused almost everything in the forest to burn. They said the explosion happened because of two residents living in the forest who had opened an online liquor store at their house. Then they announced they found our bodies after they put out the fire. The news didn't mention the bodies found inside our liquor storage. It was most likely the work of the higher-ups covering up all their tracks.

Sure we still died but we wouldn't die at their hands or one of us wouldn't have to kill the other. We just slept peacefully on our bed holding on to each other. As the poison we drank started to work slowly stopping our hearts. We were dead before the fire engulfed our house and bodies.

I thought that was the end and in a way, it was because now me and my bro are alive again. But this time we're skeleton monsters that we felt were similar to a game variant called underfellswap. We were similar to them in looks and how we acted but wasn't them. Ya may ask how we knew that. Simple cuz we became characters we made up from them in our minds.

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