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Ch. 10 Incidents in the Dark

10. 

The gristly trap was set. Body parts were strewn about the intersection, blood dripping into the thirsty ground. Santi had left body parts down the hallway he knew led to the second pair of warriors. The heady scent of death filled the passageways, and Santi had no choice but to hope it would work. He was smeared in offal, his maul having made a mess as he hacked apart the three dead kobolds. He had made the smart decision to leave his pack in the hall, so at ...

Ch. 9 MacGyver that shit

9. 

The tripwire worked. The kobold sailed deeper into the room as the wire tangled its feet. It rolled through the dust and collided with the stone table with the wet smack of flesh meeting stone. The second one was right behind it, a small dagger outstretched as it entered the room unmolested as the string had pulled the nails out of the wall. The second kobold stared for a moment at its fallen brethren in confusion, and then the confusion was replaced by the hea...

Ch. 8 Bones are Weaker than Stone

8. 

The temple was deeper than it appeared on the outside. From the outside, it looked like a wide squat building that was maybe four or five stories tall. Most of the temple was underground, suitable to the need of the warren dwelling monsters that had taken residence. Stalking forward with his glowstick outstretched, Santi paused frequently, listening hard for any sound of movement. The glowstick was a giveaway that he would have preferred not to rely ...

Ch. 7 Shaman

7.

The temple was a cool sanctuary from the heat of the outside rift. Deep shadows pooled around the many broken walls. Santi slid through them, keeping close to the walls as he pushed further inward. The first time he had been in here, he had been just a single fighter in an eight man team. One of the weaker ones too. Now, he was infinitely weaker than he had been then. And noticeably more alone. Santi tried to control his breathing, the day's exertions and ...

Ch. 6 Into the Rift

6. 

There were a few aborted screams as people were startled, but Santi was moving. He cracked some glow sticks and started tossing them around the front lobby. The pale green light offered eerie illumination as everyone slowly settled down. They had only moments before the system announced itself. 

Santi bent down and reached into the larger duffel bag, pulling out a splitting maul. It was designed to split logs, but he could use it on the we...

Ch. 5 Contingencies

5. 

The common room was filling up with people for the movie night that Santi had sprung on his friends and dorm mates. He had to make promises and deals with devils to get most of them here. Nearly thirty students, with more arriving as the seconds ticked on. People were hooting and hollering at the screen, laughing and talking through the old movie as they ate the snacks Santi had bought. No alcohol, Santi had made sure of that. 

Tank was lo...

Ch. 4 Murder Kits

4. 

Santi calmed down after an hour or so. His gasping sobs stilled and he sat in the truck, limp with exhaustion. He felt better. Clean. A cathartic sobbing in the middle of the day on the side of a road was sometimes needed. Santi found some napkins in the center console and blew his nose and rested for a few minutes. 

“You ok, dude?” a girl was standing a few feet away from him, standing on the edge of the sidewalk and peering at him with a concer...

Ch. 3 Water Run

3. 

Sweet grease exploded into Santi’s mouth as he bit down; the savory sausage and egg, bathed in butter, filled his mouth in an intoxicating mixture of bliss. He had to stop himself from moaning out loud. He had missed fast food. Eight years of lean eating, he had taken Tank’s truck through the first drive-thru he had seen. Grabbing the ice cold soda, he sucked down the drink in a few furious gulps. The cloyingly sweet syrupy water clung to his thr...

Chapter 2. Back to College

2.

The blare of his alarm clock startled Santi out of the vivid dreams he had been enduring. His hand automatically rose to paw at the insufferable alarm and its piercing cry. Santi groaned as the alarm turned off, rubbing at his eyes as he debated just staying in his warm bed. His foggy brain was slowly growing clear as he took in where he was. 

Plain white walls with shitty posters. A second bed across from him that looked undisturbed. The faintest smell of...

Chapter One: The Present Future

 1.

A flash of golden light illuminated the world far below them. Santi’s eyes stung as he activated Slipstream and started to dive down the eye of the tornado. He had built a career and reputation around his speed and he utilized every dreg of it now. He flew head down staying inside of the iron black walls of the tornado. The spinning winds contained jagged bolts of golden lighting, giving the faintest of light for Santi to take in the cha...