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The gale whips around you, making it hard to see. Still, the trees stand, and so do you.
<span class="mu-i">Your name is Alex Woodsman. Your family has been in the periphery of America for two hundred and ten years.</span>
Rattling fills your ears as the doors and windows shake. Thankfully, the bunker should hold, and it's going to be quiet down there.
<span class="mu-i">You were born and raised in Scoville, Virginia. Scoville is a town so stupidly ordinary it won't show up on a map.</span>
It feels like a single gust of wind could rip you off your feet if you don't keep the focus on.
<span class="mu-i">An ordinary, if privileged, childhood awaited you. You were an All-American lineman on a championship football team, the Spartans.</span>
You guess this is what they mean when they say your life flashes before your eyes.
<span class="mu-i">Selling industrial equipment wasn't your thing. Instead of taking up the family business, you got a bachelor's degree in Biology.</span>
Stepping towards you is an individual that sets off every danger signal in your body.
<span class="mu-i">In your senior year, you met Meryl Cier. She's an athletic, temperamental redhead with a somewhat isolated past.</span>
Even though the motion is deafening and debris is tumbling over the ground, he moves in your direction with a relentless stride.
<span class="mu-i">The two of you were study partners at first, in the same degree path. Six months later, you're engaged to be married.</span>
The wind doesn't even brush him, as if he were in the eye of the storm.
<span class="mu-i">Recently, it's been pretty easygoing. Leading up to your marriage, you got to unpack some baggage.</span>
His expression is casual, and it pisses you off that he's threatening your family with a bemused attitude.
<span class="mu-i">Meryl's connected to a group of supernatural humanoids known as Dagonians. Boston fish people, in short.</span>
This is some sort of game to him, ripping the happiness out of other people's lives.
<span class="mu-i">You, on the other hand, had more mundane concerns like family drama. At least until you found out your paternal grandfather was a monster hunter.</span>
Well, fuck that noise, because you're not going to let him lay one finger on either of them.
<span class="mu-i">That sort of complicated things, but neither of you gave up on the relationship. So far, so good.</span>
Bracing yourself, you try and focus on the here and now, so you can work on killing this asshole.
<span class="mu-i">Until now. Now, you're fighting off someone who wants you dead in the middle of nowhere, Maine.</span>
Your father-in-law, a powerful human magician.
Your grandpa's former allies, the Yggdrasil group.
Your current employer, March Industries.
Your firearm, which has been torn in half.
None of them are going to be able to help you defeat the enemy in front of you.
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Last Thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5534759/
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The gale whips around you, making it hard to see. Still, the trees stand, and so do you.
<span class="mu-i">Your name is Alex Woodsman. Your family has been in the periphery of America for two hundred and ten years.</span>
Rattling fills your ears as the doors and windows shake. Thankfully, the bunker should hold, and it's going to be quiet down there.
<span class="mu-i">You were born and raised in Scoville, Virginia. Scoville is a town so stupidly ordinary it won't show up on a map.</span>
It feels like a single gust of wind could rip you off your feet if you don't keep the focus on.
<span class="mu-i">An ordinary, if privileged, childhood awaited you. You were an All-American lineman on a championship football team, the Spartans.</span>
You guess this is what they mean when they say your life flashes before your eyes.
<span class="mu-i">Selling industrial equipment wasn't your thing. Instead of taking up the family business, you got a bachelor's degree in Biology.</span>
Stepping towards you is an individual that sets off every danger signal in your body.
<span class="mu-i">In your senior year, you met Meryl Cier. She's an athletic, temperamental redhead with a somewhat isolated past.</span>
Even though the motion is deafening and debris is tumbling over the ground, he moves in your direction with a relentless stride.
<span class="mu-i">The two of you were study partners at first, in the same degree path. Six months later, you're engaged to be married.</span>
The wind doesn't even brush him, as if he were in the eye of the storm.
<span class="mu-i">Recently, it's been pretty easygoing. Leading up to your marriage, you got to unpack some baggage.</span>
His expression is casual, and it pisses you off that he's threatening your family with a bemused attitude.
<span class="mu-i">Meryl's connected to a group of supernatural humanoids known as Dagonians. Boston fish people, in short.</span>
This is some sort of game to him, ripping the happiness out of other people's lives.
<span class="mu-i">You, on the other hand, had more mundane concerns like family drama. At least until you found out your paternal grandfather was a monster hunter.</span>
Well, fuck that noise, because you're not going to let him lay one finger on either of them.
<span class="mu-i">That sort of complicated things, but neither of you gave up on the relationship. So far, so good.</span>
Bracing yourself, you try and focus on the here and now, so you can work on killing this asshole.
<span class="mu-i">Until now. Now, you're fighting off someone who wants you dead in the middle of nowhere, Maine.</span>
Your father-in-law, a powerful human magician.
Your grandpa's former allies, the Yggdrasil group.
Your current employer, March Industries.
Your firearm, which has been torn in half.
None of them are going to be able to help you defeat the enemy in front of you.
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