<span class="mu-b">ANTON PEAS</span>: That's your name, don’t wear it out! Whisked away by a cult ritual gone wrong to a fantasy land shrouded in perpetual darkness, it’s safe to say your life has gotten a <span class="mu-i">LOT</span> more interesting as of late.
Sure, you’ve got a few new friends to back you up: <span class="mu-b">TZAH-TZIE:</span> a spinner of songs, stories, and shenanigans, <span class="mu-b">VOLKA:</span> gentle giant and Grand Marshall of <span class="mu-b">THE LAMPLIGHTERS:</span> a volunteer group working to keep the city safe, <span class="mu-b">MOROOK:</span> a big-eyed bushman you managed to spring free of a cult base and Volka’s adopted brother, and <span class="mu-b">REZALITH:</span> a feisty fiend who decided to rush off on her own due to… well…
Look, things have gotten <span class="mu-i">hairy</span>, okay? Barely surviving an all-you-can-eat buffet of close calls during a raid on one of the infamous <span class="mu-r">SPICE CARTEL’S</span> casinos, you immediately turned your attention towards preventing a summoning ritual by <span class="mu-r">THE CULT OF THE BURROWER</span>: a group of conspirators aiming to take over the world by any means necessary… including summoning <span class="mu-r">DEMONS!</span>
During your cross-country trek, however, you were visited in your dreams by an unfamiliar voice asking for your aid! The request?
<span class="mu-b">”LORDS… END….”</span>
Every inch of your being hopes they aren’t talking about <span class="mu-r">THE FOUR LORDS</span> that rule <span class="mu-b">ZORAL</span>, but you have a habit of being wrong these days! Still, it’s either be a hero or cough up <span class="mu-b">20,000 BELLS</span> for a lead on how to get home… and that doesn’t even begin to address the fact that you inadvertently entered a contract with a devil upon being summoned!
Oh, and did you mention your ex-girlfriend <span class="mu-r">LIZ</span> apparently found her way here? Yea, you’re not gonna be buying any lottery tickets any time soon, THAT’S for sure…
Trudging through slush and muck to an Inn that owes you a well-deserved reward, THIS is where your tale continues…
‘The Courier, in all his might, has shown he can create a mighty nation from scratch! He has cast out the Crimson Caravan, outmaneuvered the politicians sent by the NCR and drove the last organized raider resistance from the Mojave!
But he’s not blind to the common man, having partnered with a Brahmin Baron to bring food to the hungry and set out to employ the denizens of Freeside through the Revised Mojave Rehabilitation Program. Even the impossible becomes possible through his will, saving Mr. House from certain death and exploring the mysterious Lucky 38 to unlock its secrets.
Now, he departs for the biggest gamble of his rule so far by heading deep into Legion land to heal the Mighty Caesar. Or perhaps the unpredictable Courier Six will once again play the wildcard.’
Individuals worldwide began manifesting the qualities of various figures- gods, spirits, heroes, beasts, and monsters- from Greek mythos. The system that caused and continues to facilitate this phenomenon is shrouded in mystery, both in how it functions and why it began its activities when it did.
The protagonist of this tale is the incarnation of Atë, a minor goddess in the grand scheme of Greek mythology, who causes and presides over folly and ruin. She, formerly a miserable but ultimately normal office worker, has since accepted her role as the embodiment of her . She, along with her partner in crime, the incarnation of Pheme, titan of rumors and gossip, have been working to expand their influence and stack the deck in their favor against not only mortals, but also rival incarnations. In her own eyes, she is no longer human. Her ultimate goal– the elimination of all rival incarnations and, eventually, ascension to true godhood.
After learning that the final conflict against the outerversal entity known to the world as the Uncrowned King, Atë has been of two minds, both scrambling to prepare for armageddon in their own ways. While one part of her soul revels in her cunning and guile after fooling and consuming the greatest weapon known to man, the other is stricken with an uncharacteristic sentimentality. Regardless of whether or not she's ready, what might be the end of everything inexorably approaches.
i really can't do it myself. Please come to me and remove me, if you know what i mean. Write me via Gmail(see the name of the thread) or telegram (+38 097 574 1911).
Updates will be attempted daily! At worst, expect an update every 2 days instead of one. Absences will be announced in advance and given definitive end dates if I can manage it.
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<span class="mu-i">In the year 1884, within a world much like our own, the country has fallen under threat from all manner of otherworldly creatures!</span>
Demons have begun laying waste to our great United States! They wield powers matched only by nature's own, combatting her natural fauna with their own unnatural forces! Control over fire, lightning, even one's own perception of reality... such creatures are not to be trifled with, and best avoided!
Yet, despite this common-sense advice, there exist people eager to ignore it! Walter Roy Buchanan, an aspiring naturalist from New York state, is one such person. He believes not in these demons' immense danger to human life, but in their utility to humanity! He sees them as more than mere threats-- instead, he considers these "neofauna" to be the key to humanity's future.
Walter carries with him four such creatures: a wounded sheep with the power to rend Heaven's lightning unto earth, dubbed "Mary"; a gentle silkworm five times the size of his earthly ilk, dubbed "Taylor"; an anxious young elemental with the power to paralyze his foes, dubbed "Florian"; a fiery young stallion with a mane made of flame, dubbed "Aster". He is joined, too, by two human companions: a wealthy state-and-businessman known as Thomas J. Steele (with his own demon, dubbed Indiana), and Thomas' hired bodyguard: a man by the name of "Andrew," whose own interest in demons almost seems to match Walter's enthusiasm!
These three gentlemen belong to a group of rebels named the Staters, brought together by State Governor C. P. Huntington's atrocities and kept together by their intimidating leader: Aaron Muyr. They have recently suffered multiple consecutive losses: their headquarters were compromised, several of their members were killed in a raid on their base of operations, and the entire city's military presence has been strengthened in response to their activities... all within merely a few days! The Staters exist now as a motley band of young men and other disgruntled citizens, working to dethrone Huntington and save California state from his murderous hatred of neofauna, never meeting in the same place for longer than an evening so as to avoid further disaster. Walter has become an invaluable asset to the group, working to boost their morale and teach members about how best to befriend and utilize neofauna to their advantage while personally tutoring Muyr in the matter for payment.
>The human king has declared war on the Inchling Kingdom to take their land and people for himself What will you do? How do you plan to help the Inchlings, or shall you help them at all?
Some jackass with blinged out shades and an afro just ran you over with his bright red sportscar
Your body got sent flying into the air and crashed into a dumpster, but that wasn't what killed you.
Nor was it the coyote living in the dumpster. Oh, it mauled you real good and made you question the state of society, where dangerous animals like that roamed free in the city streets, but despite everything you <span class="mu-i">were</span> going to make it.
Even getting hit with a splash of corrosive acid - thrown by a fine young gentlemen who was probably aiming for the nearest unaccompanied woman scurrying about in violation of his peoples' religious law - would not be enough to kill you. Scar you and melt some of the flesh off your face? Of course! The pain was agonizing.
Deadly? Nope! As a proud Brit born and raised in London, you of course kept a stiff upper lip and did your best to keep calm and carry on. Even the local urban youth, who put a pause in their beatings of that poor oriental woman to come put a few more bruises could not get you down. For King and Country you would endure, just as your old man endured the bombings of blitz!
At least, until, the worst thing imaginable happened. You said something bad on the Twitter... wait, no, it's the X now that a certain Boer gentleman purchased it from the Yanks. Well, he is a Yank, but still.
"Oi!" five and a half seconds after you posted that, a bobby came up. "You got a loisence for that hate speech?"
"Blimey old chap, didn't mean nothin' by it," you tell the bobby, but he ain't having it. Sure, there's blood where the coyote bit you, and your shoulder's still a bit dislocated, and the bruises from the lads with the bats, but he's got a point. Complaining like that on the internet is just no good. "Just havin' an off day is all. First a bloke with a car near ran me over, then a coyote tore right into me, it did! Where'd that even come from, ain't those from across the pond?"
"Mate, I get your meaning, but still," the bobby claps you on the shoulder, the one partially melted from the acid. "You can't go sayin' that sort of thing on the Twitter... or the X. What have you. Let alone the new Brits who might think ya <span class="mu-i">did</span> mean sommat by it - an' I know you didn't, but the optics mate! - you might hurt the politicians' feelings."
"Oh shite, well now I feel right awful about meself," you apologize to the bobby. "No, wait, that's the acid. Think your clap got it into me bloodstream and now it's melting me heart."
"Right then, my mistake, shoulda just clapped ya in irons and brought you to the Yard," the bobby apologizes back to you. Unfortunately, you can barely hear him, as your consciousness has already begun to fade. "I'll let you off with a warning this time. Steady on!"
