How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Aim For The Head.
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Aim for the Head.
DId you forget about the hax bst/drg?? XD
Oh no, you'll be back tomorrow with some amazing stories. You're in Jeuno atm.
I can't even walk in qufim without feel sad.
I wish it was as epic as you make it! =P
I wish it was as epic as you make it! =P
I've got a hysterically crazy week, expect updates to be few and far between.
Day 20 - Afternoon:
I'm growing a little stir-crazy in the tower, so I'm writing this outside, grunting with the Gigas Guards, wondering what to do.
Cai is having some tea I managed to brew using a bucket as a makeshift kettle. It feels almost like a crime, but there's not much I can do.
I keep thinking back to things I saw in Jeuno that night. It's been almost a month now, and I still can't shake the images of people eating people. I can't shake the images of me blowing Meg's body to bits, or Dasva wrecking the body of the ducal guard who was going to kill me.
Sometimes, when I'm alone, I can almost swear that I see Meg out of the corner of my eye or just barely hear her.
All I've got left is this motley crew and a bunch of Gigases; I think I'm losing the will to live through whatever is going on. If things don't pick up soon, I think I may pitch myself off the top of Delkfutt.
I'm growing a little stir-crazy in the tower, so I'm writing this outside, grunting with the Gigas Guards, wondering what to do.
Cai is having some tea I managed to brew using a bucket as a makeshift kettle. It feels almost like a crime, but there's not much I can do.
I keep thinking back to things I saw in Jeuno that night. It's been almost a month now, and I still can't shake the images of people eating people. I can't shake the images of me blowing Meg's body to bits, or Dasva wrecking the body of the ducal guard who was going to kill me.
Sometimes, when I'm alone, I can almost swear that I see Meg out of the corner of my eye or just barely hear her.
All I've got left is this motley crew and a bunch of Gigases; I think I'm losing the will to live through whatever is going on. If things don't pick up soon, I think I may pitch myself off the top of Delkfutt.
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Day 21 - Early Morning:
It is much easier to find the will to live when your life is in danger and you can either let it snuff out or do that whole "Fight or Flight" thing Cid once lectured about.
When Cai had finished his tea he came out to check on me again and we stayed out a bit to enjoy the frigid, yet somehow comforting salty air that Shu'Meyo brought to us. Daylight was leaving us.
That was when we saw four flares light up in the air around Jeuno and in the distance it seemed like Ru'Lude had gone on fire.
We ran back into Delkfutt and alerted The Runt that we think our crew was in danger. He would keep order there with the help of whatever new Chieftain and keep Qufim secure.
Cai and I ran like never before and reached Port Jeuno a bit before midnight. We heard screams of terror pouring out.
Jeuno had become a destination point for both survivors and Turned and it seemed as though the Turned were winning this time around.
This time around, they also moved faster, and they were beginning to look a little less like humans than they used to. Cai and I immediately got ready for combat.
And that was when we heard a familiar voice bellow out "Finally you *** got here! Took your sweet time, didn't you?" as the head of a Turned nearby essentially exploded.
I had enjoyed my days without blood and bullets, but now I was back on the field and had to accept that. I saw Dasva running towards us with a small crowd following her and dive behind us as Stikle, his pets, and Cai rushed forth to cut them down.
"Hiya!" Dasva said to me. "Got a new trick to teach you, lookit here!" As she began to chant an incantation at double the speed she normally did. "I'll teach ya' later, we've got to get back up to Ru'Lude."
I'm about to pass out now, I'll finish the rest later. It was a very, very long night; at least now, we understand a bit more.
It is much easier to find the will to live when your life is in danger and you can either let it snuff out or do that whole "Fight or Flight" thing Cid once lectured about.
When Cai had finished his tea he came out to check on me again and we stayed out a bit to enjoy the frigid, yet somehow comforting salty air that Shu'Meyo brought to us. Daylight was leaving us.
That was when we saw four flares light up in the air around Jeuno and in the distance it seemed like Ru'Lude had gone on fire.
We ran back into Delkfutt and alerted The Runt that we think our crew was in danger. He would keep order there with the help of whatever new Chieftain and keep Qufim secure.
Cai and I ran like never before and reached Port Jeuno a bit before midnight. We heard screams of terror pouring out.
Jeuno had become a destination point for both survivors and Turned and it seemed as though the Turned were winning this time around.
This time around, they also moved faster, and they were beginning to look a little less like humans than they used to. Cai and I immediately got ready for combat.
And that was when we heard a familiar voice bellow out "Finally you *** got here! Took your sweet time, didn't you?" as the head of a Turned nearby essentially exploded.
I had enjoyed my days without blood and bullets, but now I was back on the field and had to accept that. I saw Dasva running towards us with a small crowd following her and dive behind us as Stikle, his pets, and Cai rushed forth to cut them down.
"Hiya!" Dasva said to me. "Got a new trick to teach you, lookit here!" As she began to chant an incantation at double the speed she normally did. "I'll teach ya' later, we've got to get back up to Ru'Lude."
I'm about to pass out now, I'll finish the rest later. It was a very, very long night; at least now, we understand a bit more.
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Yeah I'm getting the feeling no one is reading this anymore lol
So not true!!! Dude this is awesome work, please keep it up!
yar i keep checking for more each mornning :D
I check each morning before work D:
I just started reading today..for some reason my work computer won't load page1 so I had to start in the middle. Keep it up man..you have a following of ppl that don't wanna be bored at work! Don't fail us now!!
I'm always reading :D I'm just busy and don't get time to comment ._.
so not true please keep it coming, very well writen
Day 21 - Morning:
Rumaha somehow woke me up this morning. It was the first time I had been in a bed in three weeks and it felt good.
I'm writing this as we have our first real, substantial meal since this fiasco began.
You see, the demons did not, in fact, retreat the other day: instead they swooped around Qufim and started raising all hell in Jeuno. Esha'ntarl, the acting Arch Duke of Jeuno since some fiasco or another happened to the oddly dressed Duke and his brother, had been convincing people to take refuge in Ru'Lude and seal off the lower levels until they could figure out some way to regain Jeuno.
When she heard the ruckus that Alyria and the others had been causing she immediately set out herself to investigate it; the Turned just didn't have a tendency to taunt, seemingly lacking the ability to do more than groan.
Upon hearing that there were in fact more survivors and that the Ducal Guard had gone mostly unturned, Esha'ntarl immediately began making plans to move the people to Delkfutt.
That was the part where the Demons arrived with a whole new brigade of Turned; it appeared as though they had raided a ship full of adventurers looking for safety.
Last night, we learned that there was a new trick: reanimating dead Turned.
Imagine, if you will, decimating a group of what was once adventurers. We're talking body parts all across the floor.
Now imagine watching as the a demon mage of some sort began chanting and the body parts rolled, still bleeding fresh, and began to form a monstrous, giant, mismatched undead freak of nature.
Then, and only then, will you be able to begin to fathom what last night was like.
May you never have to.
Rumaha somehow woke me up this morning. It was the first time I had been in a bed in three weeks and it felt good.
I'm writing this as we have our first real, substantial meal since this fiasco began.
You see, the demons did not, in fact, retreat the other day: instead they swooped around Qufim and started raising all hell in Jeuno. Esha'ntarl, the acting Arch Duke of Jeuno since some fiasco or another happened to the oddly dressed Duke and his brother, had been convincing people to take refuge in Ru'Lude and seal off the lower levels until they could figure out some way to regain Jeuno.
When she heard the ruckus that Alyria and the others had been causing she immediately set out herself to investigate it; the Turned just didn't have a tendency to taunt, seemingly lacking the ability to do more than groan.
Upon hearing that there were in fact more survivors and that the Ducal Guard had gone mostly unturned, Esha'ntarl immediately began making plans to move the people to Delkfutt.
That was the part where the Demons arrived with a whole new brigade of Turned; it appeared as though they had raided a ship full of adventurers looking for safety.
Last night, we learned that there was a new trick: reanimating dead Turned.
Imagine, if you will, decimating a group of what was once adventurers. We're talking body parts all across the floor.
Now imagine watching as the a demon mage of some sort began chanting and the body parts rolled, still bleeding fresh, and began to form a monstrous, giant, mismatched undead freak of nature.
Then, and only then, will you be able to begin to fathom what last night was like.
May you never have to.
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Uh oh lol looks like Me and a few others are starting trouble lol :P
I check for updates every time I get on a comp.
Keep it up :D
Keep it up :D
Oh god, no... We are reading this, its *** awesome. Keep up the awesome work!
Hey, if Jeuno is a wreck now... quick, raid the Auction House! And get some stuff with "Undead Killer" now that the Kindred are making undead Frankenzombies.
Yay! More me! Best part obv! Jk.
Love the story tho, don't stop.
Love the story tho, don't stop.
You kidding, we still love this story. Here, have some fanart!
That's right. Turned taru, ***! Easy to aim for their oversized heads, but guard your shins!
That's right. Turned taru, ***! Easy to aim for their oversized heads, but guard your shins!
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Day 21 - Noon:
You see, the demons, they can turn themselves if they know they're going to die, apparently.
They must have been working on this for twenty years, since the war ended. I thought that those who have turned were bad enough on their own; toss in their puppeteers and it's so much worse.
No matter how many demons we killed there were always two more to take the place; some of the demons, even after being blasted back to hell, would be half revived by mages and combined together until an utterly feral, deadly killing machine was rampaging at one of us.
We had split up, for the most part. Stikle and his monsters were holding their own while Rumaha, Cai, and I worked on trying to cut the demons and their puppets down at the entrance to Lower Jeuno; Dasva had lit a sort of magical flame, sealing off Port Jeuno for now. We figured that the demons trying to rush there would be most vulnerable; they were pretty much bottlenecked at that one point.
At one point I ended up being forced back in a fight with two demons and a turned while Cai and Rum held position without me. Whether it was by a random fluke or not, we ultimately ended up back in my shop.
I didn't actually realize it at first; there was blood all over the walls and it had been raided thoroughly. Recipes littered the floor, shattered plates and cups on the tables.
And then I was pushed backwards some more as I parried a blow and tripped over something.
That something was the decaying body of Meg. I felt my heart stop as I glanced at her; I had ripped off her charred arm by tripping over her.
All I remember was that in that moment I felt more rage than I ever felt in my life. It was as if every fiber of my being desired blood.
I wondered if this was what being turned felt like, but I realized that I was still in control of my body.
There was a scimitar that I kept on display, it was part of a coat of arms. The next thing I recall was walking out of my shop covered in blood, holding the head of a demon and tossing it into the crowd of demons. Apparently, I killed an important one.
You see, the demons, they can turn themselves if they know they're going to die, apparently.
They must have been working on this for twenty years, since the war ended. I thought that those who have turned were bad enough on their own; toss in their puppeteers and it's so much worse.
No matter how many demons we killed there were always two more to take the place; some of the demons, even after being blasted back to hell, would be half revived by mages and combined together until an utterly feral, deadly killing machine was rampaging at one of us.
We had split up, for the most part. Stikle and his monsters were holding their own while Rumaha, Cai, and I worked on trying to cut the demons and their puppets down at the entrance to Lower Jeuno; Dasva had lit a sort of magical flame, sealing off Port Jeuno for now. We figured that the demons trying to rush there would be most vulnerable; they were pretty much bottlenecked at that one point.
At one point I ended up being forced back in a fight with two demons and a turned while Cai and Rum held position without me. Whether it was by a random fluke or not, we ultimately ended up back in my shop.
I didn't actually realize it at first; there was blood all over the walls and it had been raided thoroughly. Recipes littered the floor, shattered plates and cups on the tables.
And then I was pushed backwards some more as I parried a blow and tripped over something.
That something was the decaying body of Meg. I felt my heart stop as I glanced at her; I had ripped off her charred arm by tripping over her.
All I remember was that in that moment I felt more rage than I ever felt in my life. It was as if every fiber of my being desired blood.
I wondered if this was what being turned felt like, but I realized that I was still in control of my body.
There was a scimitar that I kept on display, it was part of a coat of arms. The next thing I recall was walking out of my shop covered in blood, holding the head of a demon and tossing it into the crowd of demons. Apparently, I killed an important one.
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Uh oh, I must be off somewhere causing more trouble.
This story is exciting :)
This story is exciting :)
Man, how did I miss this story! I offer my services to purge the world of the Turned!
Fenrir.Wynnia said:
Man, how did I miss this story! I offer my services to purge the world of the Turned!
Fenrir.Wynnia said:
Man, how did I miss this story! I offer my services to purge the world of the Turned!
Their can only be one person from fenrir! That would be me
This is some of the best Fan-fiction ever written. I implore you to keep updating when you have the time. ^^
Day 21 - Night:
The rest of last night went by in a blur, but supposedly I "scared the little taru pants" off of Dasva at one point.
I remember at one point pinning down a demon general and hacking off his limbs one by one, demanding information from him that I don't even recall.
Judging on the fact that Alyria is acting like she likes me a hell of a lot more today than last time we met, I'd say I must have gotten something important out of him. Either that or she's afraid I'll snap again and go chop-suey on her, too. She could probably shoot me dead before I got withing five feet though if that happened.
Anyways, we've stopped now at a very tentative resting grounds: Castle Oztroja. You see, this afternoon the team and I were told by Wolfgang to escort Cid to Windurst.
For the first time in my knowledge, Cid was wearing more than an apron and pants. He ditched the engineer clothes and was wearing what I can only describe as some sort of lightweight, mechanically augmented skeleton.
He confuses me, that man, but whatever.
I ditched my old dueling swords; instead, before writing this, I sharpened my scimitar after I cleaned it again.
It feels good in my hand, but I need a better one. For now, all I know is that Rumaha and Cid are parleying with Tzee Xicu, explaining what happened, and that the Yagudo are eyeing us hungrily. They got hit hard by this atrocity, too.
Part of me would love to see what would happen if we got everyone to scurry to Delkfutt and form some sort of union.
Part of me would love to just get out there and chop up another demon. I'm not sure what happened inside me last night, but since then all I want to do is keep chopping.
I guess I am in fact going crazy. The truth is, I don't really care if I am or not. I know that if I keep going and don't die, sooner or later I will kill the person that made me kill my best friend, and that's all I really want to do.
The rest of last night went by in a blur, but supposedly I "scared the little taru pants" off of Dasva at one point.
I remember at one point pinning down a demon general and hacking off his limbs one by one, demanding information from him that I don't even recall.
Judging on the fact that Alyria is acting like she likes me a hell of a lot more today than last time we met, I'd say I must have gotten something important out of him. Either that or she's afraid I'll snap again and go chop-suey on her, too. She could probably shoot me dead before I got withing five feet though if that happened.
Anyways, we've stopped now at a very tentative resting grounds: Castle Oztroja. You see, this afternoon the team and I were told by Wolfgang to escort Cid to Windurst.
For the first time in my knowledge, Cid was wearing more than an apron and pants. He ditched the engineer clothes and was wearing what I can only describe as some sort of lightweight, mechanically augmented skeleton.
He confuses me, that man, but whatever.
I ditched my old dueling swords; instead, before writing this, I sharpened my scimitar after I cleaned it again.
It feels good in my hand, but I need a better one. For now, all I know is that Rumaha and Cid are parleying with Tzee Xicu, explaining what happened, and that the Yagudo are eyeing us hungrily. They got hit hard by this atrocity, too.
Part of me would love to see what would happen if we got everyone to scurry to Delkfutt and form some sort of union.
Part of me would love to just get out there and chop up another demon. I'm not sure what happened inside me last night, but since then all I want to do is keep chopping.
I guess I am in fact going crazy. The truth is, I don't really care if I am or not. I know that if I keep going and don't die, sooner or later I will kill the person that made me kill my best friend, and that's all I really want to do.
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