Sometimes shit happens. Hey, it's not always your day, it's alright. One moment you're riding high, soaring above these mud-riddled plains with the king of mercs by your side, another, you're running far away from the crater he blew himself up in. Y...
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heres a little w doodle i drew (she has doll andy :3)
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anyway, back to new chapter
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... And from the all encompassing sea of red, a hand reached out to pull the castaway sailor onto land.
He reached out as well – a mortal inching for the touch of a divine beauty. A true pinnacle of human and inhuman creation. Something beautiful. Something perfect. Something straight from the summit of what humanity could've been.
The bottom of the evolutionary cycle. Evolution and its dear departed father had no say in the creation of this specimen. This... this "UTTER" perfection. This prime and alpha, ghoulish idol of a future hopefully soon to be realized. A better future. A home for the devils. What a home would it be, huh? A torn one, for sure. A big, dysfunctional family. Where bottles fly each weekend, and where the mother locks the kids away in the pantry when daddy comes home late on a friday evening, reeking of booze. Where rats riddle the basement, and where neighbors don't even dare peek. Their window shutters remain closed. Opening them would be a death sentence for all sore eyes present. Kazdel had no right to be witnessed by outsiders. Kazdel had no right to be witnessed at all.
It all should've been left dead and buried. Let the four emperors have their plights, their victories and cowardly cheap shots. Let them turn this place into an ori-rose riddled playground, where no politics could ever be conducted due to the lack of thinking juices to be put to work.
Yet it wasn't.
Yet, the devils wanted out.
Yet, they wanted justice.
Yet, the hand was still reaching for his.
Andrew shook off the sudden daze that had pulled his mind into a tight chokehold. His tail yanked hard to the side, as if urging – no, PLEADING, him to do the same.
He listened, narrowly rolling away from the trajectory of a blood-reeking mass of iron being hurled his way. It slammed HARD into the floor, sending a wave of shaken gasps tumbling through the entire hall. Sparks flew, as it embedded itself hard into metal.
"Nice moves, Drewie." His gun congratulated the coordination. "Bait and switch. You baited that shit, now you switch."
"Switch?" Andy glanced at the two-tube cradled in his arms. Its voice, ever present, kept seeping from the tip of its rifled barrels.
