A Black Bird for Doomsday Harks

J for... Justice?
That was cheesy...

Life doesn’t get easier after you fake your own death. Jus’ sayin’…

Somehow we got caught up in a rescue mission to find one of L’s childhood friends. I don’t really mind, we have to look out for our own now. And as it turns out, he got himself in a heap o’ shit.

A few hours travel outside of Las Vegas in the Winnebago, which is runnin’, but still needs some work, maybe a new carburetor. Anyway we get to this town, and it’s all bordered up. People have been disappearing since the 50’s or some shit. Why no one was lookin’ into it til now, I have no idea. We found out everyone who disappears goes into this rundown hotel and never comes back.

And no one looked into it. Friggin’ cops…

Anyway, We go check it out and BAM, in a friggin’ haunted house. Not just any haunted house— err hotel… But one that seemed to be from the 50’s. Lots of dead folks here. And as hard as I tried, it seemed like most of the powers my dad gave me just didn’t work inside. But I kept tryin’ anyway.

Poor Haru. He’s the first kid we met. He was all alone. We tried to help him out while we looked for L’s friend and I guess Umi’s brother too. He didn’t tell us he was missing. Like we wouldn’t help? Just because he talks too much and I want to punch him in the face every single day doesn’t mean I wouldnt help him find his bro. Some titanspawn shit started messing with Penny. Coward ran and hid from me. Smart move, but hiding doesn’t make him safe. He’d get his too.

Haru had a brother, Joseph. He was murdered in an upstairs bathroom. We dug deeper as we made our way to the attic. Turns out, Haru’s dad killed him. After that, he confessed to Haru’s mother, who threw herself out the 4th floor window into the gardens outside. What a friggin’ mess. The dad, coward that he was, he goes and hangs himself in the attic.

That motherfucker titanspawn put the father up to it. He ruined a whole family’s lives just for his jollies.

He was hiding out in the basement in the end. The crew were all looking for bells and such. We got Joseph and Haru to help us find the fucker. Finally we find a secret passage and go down to a room with some pedestals and an altar. That bastard Russian monster was there.

I gave the band time to work and took the bastard on myself. Probably a stupid move, but with all the shit going down to this family, I wasn’t going to let him off easily. I told him to repent for his sins. He spat at me. Bad move, fucker.

He tore into me with these long nails, super sharp. Felt like ice as they cut into me. It should have hurt, but I reached down deep and tapped into… something. I dont know. Something strong. And I felt damn good.

He and I fought a bit more, and Eli took a hit to the chest that the vampire meant for me. He’s lucky he didn’t die. I dug as deep as I could, grabbed the fucker and pile drove him into the circle in the middle of the room… And I came up short. Worse, the fucker wrecked my gauntlets that dad gave me. They’re broken now. The wind knocked out of me, Nails finished knocking the fucker into the circle. Haru, Umi and Penny rang the bells in order and he was destroyed in a burst of light. Haru had possessed the body of L who was suffering from some kind of stroke.

That did the trick, and we saved the day, and kind of saved Haru. When we left, it was modern day and the town seemed to be better for our work. We found Umi’s brother and L’s friend. We found out that Haru had lived a few years longer, but died of tuberculosis. What a waste…

Then the pain set in. Slow at first. Penny took us to the hospital to get patched up.

So I have deep chest lacerations that still burn even after they’ve been treated. They hurt like all fuck. Eli has a collapsed lung and a big wound in his chest. L had suffered from some kind of seizure. I dont know how bad he is now. I think Nails, Penny and Umi are okay.

Dad is not going to be happy. I know I’m not. He and I are going to have words. He wants me to do his bidding, he better give me birthrights that are up to snuff. When I gave it my best, the best wasn’t good enough.

Fuck, I hate titanspawn…

Room Service...

I don’t think I ever want to go into the Hotel business, ever! Seems we had a bit of a run at one recently, the Barker Hotel? Yea, it ain’t a franchise so it can’t be trusted! We didn’t just get some dirty sheets and no mint on the pillow, we got a full blown Ghost Busters haunting! I’m not one to go into a situation unprepared (heh if I can help it) but we were really just playing this number by ear.

The investigation was for some missing persons, we later found out Umi’s Black Sheep brother was amongst them. Thanks to Umi’s encyclopedia brain though, or we wouldn’t have known where to begin on preparing ourselves. Salt, garlic, stakes (wooden ones, or we’d be throwing ourselves a barbeque). We headed out and soon realized we’d bitten off a little more than we were educated to deal with! As we approached the hotel, we got warped into some kind of Twilight Zone time flux from room to room. There wasn’t any going back unless we wanted to stay in the apparent 1950’s. Yea, no Ozzy Osbourne, no thanks!

We met the very dead proprieter (or at least his son, Haru, he was dead too). Soon after we began a sweep of the hotel, room by room, floor by floor, slowly stepping around this apparent dark creature that was holding the whole place hostage. Seems like Haru’s family fell victim to this Russian vampire after WWII and things went bad for them. Fast forward about 50 years or so and we got a pissed off dude who really needs to cut his nails chasing us around the hotel trying to drive us nuts. Poor Penny was hearin Shamino’s voice. Shamino was in Texas…

Well, a few tense hours, a dozen bells and some virtuous rocks later, we found out the whole story. Looks like the Dad was somehow forced into killing his older son (not Haru), chopping up his body and dropping it behind a mirror in a hall on the 3rd floor. The whole affair made Haru’s Mom kill herself by jumping from a 4th floor window (who could blame her). After all was said and done, the Dad killed himslef too. We caught him in the attic… hanging around… sorry that pun was bad.

Heh, grabbed a yard sale’s worth of oddball stuff to open ourselves a way down into the basement. Gotta give Eli credit, that guy can work a lockpick faster than I’ve seen J rip a car stereo. It helped us more than once! Umi’s ghost knowledge and Penny’s social skills really helped in dealing with the disembodied spirits that wanted to eat our face. J even went toe to toe with the monstrous blood sucker himself! He took a bit of a beating but when everything was in place, we were able to undo the magic holding the vampire to our ummm dimension I guess.

That’s why I’m here now, chugging a 6-pack, talking to my dog who had the smarts to stay in the Winnebago… beacause that was… nuts…

Ya Think Ya Know a Guy...

Well, ya think ya know a guy… Seems Penny got a call from that band guy in the Knight’s Templar,
Shamino I think his name was. He wanted a public meeting place so he chose the local park, pretty swift! I don’t know if a sweet gal like Penny should be running with a guy like that though. I mean, I was a roadie once, I can kinda guess what part of the “Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll” he’s got his eye on but I don’t really know the guy. Well after we all covertly staked out the park, things looked legit so Umi (who was riding side car in the chopper) and I decided to go grab a beer.

Well, ya think ya know a guy… Seems Umi had a pretty good background on the whole history of beer. Finally something we could talk about. He’s an uptight kinda guy, but after a few brews he loosens up a bit. Pretty cool, now I just gotta get him a girlfriend and things should turn out right. After a while (things got a little fuzzy) we headed back to the new house, a bit of a run-down fixer-upper a few miles further into the desert. Heh, and I thought, I lived on the end of nowhere. I’m worried about J, though… seems like he’d settled some kinda score while I was out drinking. A kid like that shouldn’t have to deal with the kinda stuff we’re going through, but then again, we didn’t choose the situation we’re in. Bummer.

Well, ya think ya know a guy… Seems El had some relative. It’s tough to describe when umm he umm she can umm change form and gender. Pretty hot, but confusing… Yea, seems this guy Alexander (who’s a dude), had some kids with this other guy (who’s a dude) and the kids are missing. I dunno, I guess the god’s don’t get cable. Anyway, seems the kids were out walking the dog (who was part lion, part gator, part umm hippo) and they lost. Out near Willamete, where we had to deal with that rogue Cherub and the Cornfield. Heh, I know where I’m not planning my next vacation, Do Scions even get vacations? I wonder if we even get Dental? Well it was high time for another road trip! Luckily we got a beat up old Winnebago we tricked out so we won’t be cramming into the Prius anymore.

Well, ya think ya know some kids… We arrived in the town to find the young little god-lings lobbing fireballs and lightning at each other. Seems they had lost their dog in some old Wild West mock up town. We calmed the rascals down and got the crew split up and something didn’t seem right. We were getting the feeling of a Titan Spawn near by. Well we found the dog, frankly I wasn’t impressed. It was a little purse Chihuahua and the little dust mop scurried off just as a huge worm monster burst up outta the ground! On top of that, a clown car of Red Shirts came rolling up with these cartoon circus nets. Seems they had the power to sap the kids power and turn them from gods into their kids.

It was one hell of a fight, but once we sent those cronies running and turned that Worm into fish-bait, we got out all right. The kids were begging and pleading for us not to squeal on them and frankly it was touching. They were hoping to offer us some kinda favor, but we all agreed that if they couldn’t keep the dog off the grass, they wouldn’t be a hell of a huge help in fighting the Titan-Spawn. We were pretty easy on them when we gave our report to their umm mom… err dad… ugh whatever, I need a beer!

J's Adventure Log 4
The beginning of my new life.

It’s hard to think about it all. I’m so pissed, and so friggin’ happy at the same time.

With everything we’ve been through since I met my dad, I’ve just been runnin’ on anger. ‘Kickin’ ass and takin’ names’ is what Nails’d say. And man, my list is gettin’ long.

I got to take one off of that list, thanks to L.

He found my step-dad. Dumbass was goin’ through Vegas. I don’t care how the cops picked him up, and I don’t care how L found out it was him. But he did, and he brought me to him. Without the others, which is good. I don’t think I could have done what I did with them around.

He was all tied up, just like I always wanted him to be. But it wasn’t right. When he used to… He didn’t tie me up. I tried to fight every time, but I was too small, and too weak. He would… Doesn’t matter. He won’t any more.

I untied him. He hit me, or tried to. I broke his hand like I was crumpling paper. He’ll never do that to anyone again. I told him to repent. I don’t know why. I wanted an apology. I knew I would never get one. Just like I thought, he tried to hit me again. He fell, I kicked him and told him to repent. He spat at me. And before I knew it, like it was second nature… The knife was in my hand, and I called out to my father. my real one. This death was for Huitzilopochtli.

And just like that, it was over. he would never hurt anyone again. L helped me move him outside to finish the ritual as it was shown to me. The sacrifice was made.

We took what was left of him back to my old trailer in the desert. We burned it all to the ground. Made it look like an accident. My old life, all of it, is gone now. James Fisher, street thug, high school dropout, he’s dead now. It’s a shame. He had real potential. He would have been 18 next month.

My life as it is now is all for the road that my father has shown me. If it is the plan of the universe that I grow and become, well, a god, then I guess that’s what I’ll do. And now, I’ll make sure no one ever gets hurt like I was again. I will make sure that all those bastards out there get what’s coming to them, or they live in fear of the day I come to visit.

I think I could get used to this…

J's Adventure Log 3
Enough of this...

If I ever see the Knight’s Templar again, They’re going down, even if I have to die to take them out.

They’re working for some douche named Xavier Price. Yeah, he’s already on my list. They aren’t even working for a god. The guy is some titan-lower or somethin’. That’s what pisses me off. They use their gifts to screw with other Scions. Aren’t we supposed to be stopping that Ragnarok thing that Umi keeps runnin’ his mouth about? I had to deal with the gangs back in LA. It’s not something I want to deal with again, especially if I’m supposed to be some kid of a god.

But my dad is a God of war, among other things. If they want to bring it, I’m still here. And if they want to get in the way of my band again, they’ll have to go through me first… I will protect them, and anyone that goes after them better watch the fuck out.

Oh, and Eros better keep the fuck away from me. He’s on the list now too. Under Price’s control or not, this was the most awkward day of my life.

Like Running Backwards Through a Cornfield

Well shit gets tough when you’re working for the biggest boss around, I guess. Had to grab a briefcase for pops if it had some kinda weapon inside. Sadly, I’m not the sneaking type and I had to rely on Eli and J’s more subtle skills. Come to find out it was some kind of snake skin or something and of course it was in the hands of the coverband from the hotel. I swear we’re mixing it up bad with those folks. Well after reporting back, my hammer got a pretty cool upgrade so that didn’t hurt. Didn’t do a hell lot for it but hey, I’m a brawler not a conman. After that we got some new mission from L’s folks…

I had to close up shop and head to Willamet’s Famous Cornfeild Maze. Seems folks were getting a little too 1960s around there and the free love was getting a bit out of control. I guess the gods knew what they were doing cause it seems something supernatural was going down. And shit was it ever.

Well we got to the Corn Maze and we started gettin’ shot at! A lotta good I did, diving into Umi’s car trunk. That Prious has some leg room back there, I’ll give it that! Well we ran for a farmhouse to hear this kid (well I thought it was a kid at the time), tauntin’ us and saying they were getting something inside the maze. I figured we tie a lawnmowere to the bumper of the Prius and ram that bitch to the center, but guess magical corn can’t be dealt with like that. Good thing too, looking back on it later, we would’ve been filling out insumy rance on the wreckage.

Come to find out the little brat is Eros and leter we found out he had some kinda “Love Gun” that was making all the folks get busy. Hell, wouldn’t need to point a gun at me to get me in the sack, at my age… Anyway looks like they scratched J with it and messin’ with his head. So, it was good that we bolted outta the house and plowed into the maze when punk kid started threatin ta shoot us. I’d sooner backhand the little snot if he wasn’t being mindfucked by some evil.

Well we hit the Corn Maze and to our surprise, we’re seperated and thrown into this stone labyrinth. Glad we didn’t wheel the car in there. Looks like Eli and me got stuck together which wasn’t such a bad thing. Kid’s got guts and brass balls on him. The sword of his is somethin to be reckoned with. Well it looks like we had some need of it as we came across our favorite groupie coverband, the Knight’s Templar. Well the Bassist anyway.

Don’t know what J sees in her, she’s all breasts and no sense… and she hits like a truck! Luckily with my new tricked out hammer, I was able to hit back. Don’t think that bitch Trixie saw what was comming at her but it felt good to slug her one! I lucked out on the second swing and ploughed her right through some uptight Japanese guy Eli was sword fightin’ with. Guy seemed to think highly of himself as the band’s leader or something but he flew just like the rest of those chumps.

Well we got to the center of the maze, but things looked like they weren’t oing too well. The band members were trying to keep us from reaching the maze’s center and it seemed like they did just what they wanted. Xavier, I think that was the tooty fruity’s name. Some big shot mob honky who had the Knights’ throats in a noose. Well I’m gonna remember that face, so that way I can recognise the splatter after I slug him with my sledgehammer.

Luckily we managed to save Eros and get back in one piece, but I’m thinkin the crew’s hurtin’ pretty hard. I’m gonna do what i can to help everybody out and hope that ’ol gramps still has a thing or two to help these poor kids along.

Check Mate
A look to the other side

Jonathan scowled as he glanced around at those he held dear. Cat had not smiled for hours nor left his recovering brothers’ bedside. Trixie was recovering from multiple bruises and cuts and Faust had be eerily silent. Not Kane though. He had yelled. They had failed. Jonathan had failed. Jonathan received the worst of the tongue lashings. Shimino was out of commission so the verbal abuse was the small Englishman’s to bare.

“We are leaving. Price has need of us elsewhere.”

Jonathan scowl deepened. Price. He disliked that man. He’d always seen Kane in control and it was odd to see him take orders from someone else. “As you wish it.”

“I do.” Kane growled and glared down at the blonde. “I don’t care how close you are to any other member of that band…if you see them again you are to kill them. None of this- we don’t want to fight- bullshit!”

Jonathan cleared his throat, bracing himself for impact if it ever came. “Sir, with all due respect, we are not murderers.” No. We were not like Price and those ‘killers’.

Kane laughed bitterly then walked over to Jonathan’s chess board and rearranged a few. “Think of this as chess, Cross. I am king.” He pointed to the white king on the board and then nudged the queen beside it. “You may run this game but you follow the commands of the king. You will destroy my enemies with but a command…or…” He suddenly snatched up both knights and dropped them to the floor. The beautiful porcelain figures smashed easily upon the tile. The shards of the two white knights scattered to the bottom of Cat and Shimino’s door as if carried by the very shadows themselves to that spot.

The message was clear and Jonathan nodded with a heavy heart. “I understand.”

The Japanese man smiled and it sent a shiver of disgust down Jonathan’s spine. “Good. I’m glad we understand each other. You’ve always been a smart man, Cross…Except when it came to love. You gave up a privileged life for it and would do anything to protect it. In that…lies weakness, Cross-”

“Are we done?” Jonathan cut him off, no longer wishing to engage the man. “I have to tend to my brother-in-law’s wounds as well to soothe my husband’s worry for him.”

“Yes…I do believe we are.” He stalked forward and put a hand of the little man’s shoulder. Jonathan made it a point not to flinch. “Have them ready to go by morning. Are we clear?”

“Crystal, sir.”

Kane patted his shoulder and stalked away. The white queen watched the white king leave through narrowed eyes. We are the same color. We are on the same team. But be warned, white king…The loss of the white Queen can almost end the game as surely as getting the king in check. If you’re smart…you can work around it. But this king…? No. He should take better care.

We are on the same team…spoke the white queen as the white king retreated. But for how much longer?

Somewhat Unintelligable

[Inside an old leather bound field journal. Two large coffee stains are on the upper left and lower right corners.]
I appear to be a Hero. In the neoclassical sense, or even in the classical sense. Herculean would be more accurate I suppose.
Buy more Salt.
Look into Brickdust.
The child of a god and man, the ability to do things mortals can not, and yet entire mortal but themselves. I wish I could say I was making this up but I am not. Truly, my father appeared to me in the form of a dream. Anubis.
This explains my fascination to the Egyptian history. Though, I must admit I always imagined that it was dues to my trying to connect with my familial history. Both my mother and my fa adoptive father are Egyptian. Trying to connect with my roots.
Doesn’t work on animals.
I am traveling with others like me, a french woman named Penny, a creole named Eli, a young gang banger and ne’er-do-well J, and an old mechanic called Nails. While my first indoctrination into this group had me fearing for my mental health, it seems they all shared the same dream I had. Mathematically, the odd of five people all having the same dream, or a shared delusion/hallucination with out a common jumping point is astronomical. So, the only conclusion left, no matter how improbable it may be, after all other options have been exhausted must be true.
Still this leaves me quite puzzled. Anapa doesn’t really fit with my personality. I am a scholar not a mortician. Thoth would have fit me better. As they say, one can not pick one’s parents.
Knights Templar: Band. Good Music. Poor name: Templar were seen as genocidal to the Islamic community of the time, fanatics as well. Will need to speak to manager.
It’s a strange thing, to be the child of a god. I treat them with reverence and respect deserving the them. It is true, I pay no worship, but I have never been a religious man, I have been given little but
disrespect by every deity I have come across. Apollo and Hades not withstanding: they simply ignored my presence. Thor though, the protector of farmers, and people: he was simply…mean, in essence. I asked a simple question, attempting to infer his wishes to use a weapon against those that would wish him harm, instead he was…demeaning to me. In his culture I would be a…-skuld-…bard. Keeper of stories, of names.
Father was slightly better, everything I attempted to do, and show him, was met with dismissal. It reminded me of my own father, but less loving. Father at least would be affectionate with me. Anubis remains sterile with me, almost afraid to show emotion. This is Anubis: judge of the dead. What does he see in me that makes him doubt me so? What great evil have I done? What is it that weighs my heart down against the feather?
Too long in the “ivory tower”. Anti-intellectualism still rampant. J.
Penny seems nice. She is down to earth, and ruled by her compassion and her emotions. I can admire that. Someone so driven is bound to do good things.
Eli is an enigma to me. He speaks little, a foil to my own ramblings I am aware. When he does though, he speaks through action. A gentleman in an era where they are all but extinct. My respect for him comes from his actions: the one of us to dance the line of morality with the ease of a tightrope walker.
Nails. A fellow man of devotion to knowledge. Mine the scholastic, his the mechanic. I would trust his judgement on the condition of anything that moves. His mind seems to process the physical very well.
J ay is the youngest of the group. A gang banger and, I am sure, member. I admire his spirit and his willingness to risk so much for so little. Though his respect for me is lacking. He believes that he can solve any problem by simply punching, or threatening it down, he seems to misunderstand what it is I have devoted my life to. Knowledge, not hiding.
While the others seem eager to have my input on certain things we are going up against, J seems the most resistant. I wonder if I have change his mind about any of this. Show him that
Sign of the Cross: [Drawing: A snake with Candles and a skull]
The Con Man: [Drawing: A hammer, a shield and a lightening bolt.]
A Trixie Pixie: [Drawing: A man holding up a heart to the sky]
The Lover: [Drawing: The Pyramid with the All Seeing Eye] The Green Skinned?
The Devil: Unknown
The Brother: Unknown
intelligence is a good thing, intelligence is the oil in which weapons are tempered. I doubt I can. He doesn’t listen to me. He listens to Penny. They knew each other before it seems.
Wolf man or Fenrir? Wager Fenrir.
He greets every advance of intellect as an affront to his nature almost. We were asked to guard a door. The duty went by with out so much as a fly out of place. Save the Knights. In the end, they proved to be little more then a nuisance. Except when we went to the Wheat-Maze. Then they proved their intentions to us. Jonathan showed up.
He showed up with Faust. Determined to hinder us from our latest task. I had to slow them down, I am aware I am useless in a fight. L it seems is just as pointless. Again though, I just had to wait it out, I am sure the others would get through without a problem. Sure enough they did. As Jonathan was reciting by rote a very aggressive Chess opening gambit, I corrected him. This is Go. In chess every piece is different value, Pawns the lowest and Kings the highest. In Go, everyone is equal, and it is strategy that wins the day. With a little pride I was able to remind him that
[Drawing: The Symbol for Papa Legba, then the Symbol for Eshu.]
I didn’t give up on my knowledge like he did. Instead I followed it, and I know the rituals he hasn’t learned, or heard of. I know he is a Loa, He doesn’t know I can recite the spells and incantations of the Mayans, the Japanese, the Greek, the Romans or gods help him, the Babalonians. If he thought the Azlanti were bad, then he should do some reading on the Chaos Dragon of the Babalonians.
I am growing tired of my intellect being brushed aside, the years of sacrifice to get to where I am being glanced over.
Then there is Price. What to do about him?

Swing For the Fences

“It pays to help others” Well if by that, I get to help bookworm Umi pick up some dead chick at a bar, then I guess the old sayin’s right. Not bad though, got to let off some steam against a frost giant. Damn slegde hammer packs a wallop. It felt good to put him on ice… eh heh heh heh. Anyhow we met up with another dead guy at the same bar named Gary. Seems we were just dealing with a dead crowd … snicker So Umi decides to follow up and a lead and along with the bouncer (who’s also dead), we head up to the city morgue. Man we were just hitting up all the livliest places in town… I’m not gonna laugh at that one ‘cause it’s true! Crowd of dead folk didn’t know they were supposed to be dead! Umi explained it was on account of the ring of salt, holdin’ out the souls of the dead or soe Ozzy shit like that. It was pretty wierd. Not really as wierd as baldy at the front desk blowin’ his own brains out, man what a mess. There’s only so much a guy can go through in one night before the wierdness starts gettin’ to ya. Doesn’t help the chick we picked up at the bar got cut in half and was still talking a mile a minute. It gets under your skin pretty quick. Luckily we broke the salt ring and the dead folk got to get their peace, even the bouncer from the club who choked on a sandwhich. All in all, not a bad night, felt my age on me as we headed back to the hotel so I chilled at the bar and listened to that second-rate cover band butcher all my favorite classics. Might’ve been the beer, but I was itchin’ for a fight. Worked out well, cause these beatnik punks stormed the lobby of the hotel as we were tryin’ to leave. That didn’t bode to well for them. Found out our little band has a few interesting tricks up their sleeves from helpin’ the big guys up stairs. Umi tried explainin what a ‘Coatle or some shit was but all I know is “J” sicked one of them chicken lizards on a poor mook and I felt sorry for him. A bunch of other shit happened but I’m a little buzzed now so I think I gear my thoughts towards better days.

J's adventure log: not cool

When I found out I was the son of a God, I was pretty cool with it.  I do what he says, mess some guys up, get revenge on that dick that knocked up mom, and get hooked up in return, set for life, really.  I was even okay with having to put up with all these honkie bastards too in our gang—I mean band… 
But this.  Is.  Bull.  Shit.
I ain’t no errand boy.  And I don’t owe my dad nuthin’.  He was never around, so asking me to go find some “Queen of Flowers” bitch for his brother-god to rape to death is not cool.  Especially with what happened to mom.  He gave me some gloves as a reward.  Guess he knows what I’m good at.  But I will NEVER do this again.  He can kill me if he wants.  I won’t let anyone else get raped.
But I did it.  I’m still not sure why.  Damn, I can still hear her scream.  And that look.
And I didn’t even get to beat on the damn frost giant that the others ran into.  I guess taking down that werewolf punk was good enough for now.  Took three of them to stop the giant.  No, I got to walk around like a chick at this stupid flower show and play gay boy for L when Penny was having trouble with her quest.
The other band must have listened to me when I told them to back off.  They haven’t caused any more crap since.  But we were attacked by these red dicks with friggin’ tommy guns.  I took one down, but another shot me, but I was too fast and he only got my arm.  Then some giant flying snake thing came out of nowhere and killed one for me.  Must be tied to this ring dad gave me.  It’s gone now. 
Now we’re back at Nails’ garage, regrouping.  L got attacked by his ex-fiancée.  Guess he wasn’t gay after all.  He’s better now, but we just found out she was murdered on the news.  Nails and I are defending the place now.
This is the worst day ever.  Who thought playin’ by the rules would be so hard?


I'm sorry, but we no longer support this web browser. Please upgrade your browser or install Chrome or Firefox to enjoy the full functionality of this site.