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"Deez feelings..." The Son of the Scraped Rib starts wiping tears and blood and pus from his eyes.
"Yes, they're all new to you. I know," the light, golden voice responds. "Through the gift of the fae, I am able to manipulate your body, your mind, and even more. I can tell you're confused. Hee hee hee. Come, there is more to show you..."
"What duz that mean? Tell me!! Eeek eek eeek ook!"
The voice materializes a form it knows Nipgak would find pleasing. A wispy, blue-colored essence in the shape of an extremely obese dire orangutan woman with a hairy upper lip with a mole on it, and dire nipples breezing in the swamp wind, hanging loose off of dire titties. An ethereal tongue intrudes and fondles with Nipgak's lightly-buboed tonsils while a large, somehow sweaty ghost palm somehow reaches through Nipgak's cybersuit and rubs his butt.
The already sticky swamp turns the heat up another notch.
During their intimacy, Nipgak learns all about the fae - they are a small tribe of incredibly powerful spirits with mysterious motives. They seem to remain formless and invisible to avoid their enemies, who this voice has not yet named. But the voice has named itself; Loriorielialith. Or was it Orliorlethlior? Leonartodecapreo? Well, whatever the voice's name was, they somehow knew what dire orangutan vagina feels like, to have emulated it so accurately.
*BZZZWwHRRRRRRRRRblwrblwrblwrblwrblwrbllllll*
Interrupting the lovemaking, drilling out of the swampy loam, is a knight in shining armor: the new cavalry unit of the Iron Horde, The Mk. E amphibious drill tank. An iron unit on tank tracks, with a large, spiraling drill crudely affixed to the front, with a putrid catapult snugly strapped down and secured with iron latches. Barbed wire adorns everything, including the entry/exit hatch in the rear of the vehicle.
*PSHHHHHHHHhhhhhh*
Pneumatic hinges sound off, and three dire chimps dismount and approach their fearless leader, who is currently alone amongst hundreds of decapitated and sawed-in-half giant chimps, jabbing a tiny thumb in his ass and furiously masturbating and speaking gibberish. Luckily, in dire chimp society, this behavior is considered normal.
"Hey, chief. Just you left again? Nice carnage. Is that puddle twitching...?"
"...Oo, 'n' then I'm gonn' shove yours into my-" The mosquitoes scatter off of Nipgak's forehead as he twists around. "Oh, hey, boyz. Thanks. Cool tank."
Where to, Nipgak?
>Nowhere, mission accomplished. Dismiss the Mk. E amphibious drill tank along with Snoop's head. Stay in the Shamhock Swamps for more fae sex, and looting, while awaiting backup and further orders.
>Take the Mk. E and crew on a fishing trip to a popular nearby hexcrabbing hole with plenty of dire bonobo whores.
>Off to settle the cliffs with Glipnak
>To Monkey's Paw with Snoop's head/Dr. Greegreeep
>Write-in
