What would you do when you have nearly lost your family, your home...everything that you had cherished? You take matters into your own hands and deliver the hand of vengeance on your enemies who dare to threaten everyone's future. Once more, a story...
Before this chapter starts, I wanna say that we're three votes and 400 reads away from reaching our goal. So if you guys could, vote, comment, share, and follow me to receive more content down the pipeline.
And since this chapter will revolve around the Mercs and my love of Team Fortress 2, I made a poster showcasing the Mercs' updated appearances.
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I wanna give a shoutout to EricoTheFandomWonder, who not only imported and tweaked the outfit models in Blender, but also published the gear pack on the Steam Workshop for anyone to play around with in Garry's Mod and Source Filmmaker.
Some of the more perceptive readers might recognize this plot from the Winglet's video going by the same name. His videos are amazing, and I wanted to throw in a little reference to him.
Hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and I will see you all later!
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(Azazel's POV)
August 9th, 2023 ME
Our chapter begins at Squidbeak Tower. I walked into the kitchen to grab the pudding cup I had carefully placed in the freezer earlier to chill. But when I opened the fridge, to my surprise, the pudding cup was missing. I let out a frustrated groan, annoyed at the missing treat.
Azazel: Alright, who took my pudding cup? *I called out, my voice echoing slightly in the quiet room*
I turned to see Callie seated at the dining table, happily eating from a pudding cup with my name, "アザゼル," written in neat, bold characters.
Callie: I didn't see any purple markings on it. *Callie said with a mischievous grin, lifting another spoonful*
Azazel: My frickin' name is clearly written on it, Callie! I...you... Just keep it, I'll go out and buy another one. *I sighed, feeling a mix of amusement and irritation*
I then turned and left the kitchen. As I strolled past the Engineer's workshop, I could hear the steady symphony of tinkering—screwdrivers turning, metal parts clanking, and electronic components humming softly.
Azazel: Huh. What is that egghead up to? I've heard he's been cooped up in there for 3 days. *I muttered with a shrug, casually walking away, curiosity piqued*
Inside the workshop, Engie was diligently working: assembling intricate contraptions, welding metal panels with sparks flying, and meticulously fiddling with delicate electronics. On a nearby table lay a detailed blueprint, spread out flat, showing complex diagrams and notes. What could he possibly be working on?
