Author note, saw some stuff that got the muse going.
Chapter 1 The Bad Guy? Really?
Adam pondered the bull- no horse shit his life had become, not for the first time and most certainly not the last time he would do so.
He woke up in the middle of bumble duck nowhere with somebody else's name and face, and an anime gun-sword lying next to him along with a cool mask.
That had been a month ago, and he'd become both more and less then well acquainted with the locals, such as they were.
The only thing that saved me from becoming monster lunch was the weird anime stuff and the new superpower, Moonslice, absorbs damage and energy through any weapon I'm holding and stores it up to release it later.
It was pretty awesome, might have even been amazing if it hadn't come at the cost of his entire life, which he couldn't even remember fully, ugh.
Thinking about it would give him a headache whenever he tried to dig too deep into his own mind, it was annoying, but also kept him from getting too lost in thought.
Which was very useful in scenarios like this.
Ducking under the Beowolfs swing I angled Blush under its jaw, a shot sent the hilt of Wilt smashing into its jaw with a satisfying crack, sending it stumbling back as I grabbed my sword and slashed it four times, slaying it.
As it turned to ash I looked up at the sky, Stars and a shattered moon looked down at me, mocking me, rain was pouring around me so I ducked back into the little burrow under a tree I'd been lucky enough to find just in time.
My humble abode, a tiny hole under a tree, and thick root walls stopped the water from getting to me, so it was enough for me.
I sat back against the wall, staring out into the rain, glimpsing a few more glowing red eyes in the darkness, watching me, waiting for me…
I wasn't impressed, not anymore at least, they were all bark and no bite now, especially with there not being any big ones around, at least that he could find.
He settled in for another wait, until another one inevitably found its courage and attacked him, and went back to pondering who he was.
Adam Taurus wasn't a half bad name all things considered, it fit given he was now a "Faunas", basically a person with an animal trait, his was a pair of bull horns, thankfully they weren't big enough to get in the way, which he was grateful for, and they blended in with his hair pretty well.
It'd been two days since he'd had anything to eat or drink, his stomach raged at him and refused to let him ignore it, so he sat and suffered, and the lack of sleep itself.
The only thing he could blame for his continued survival was luck and superpower's, because he definitely should have died from the last meal he had gotten, it really showed how utterly incapable he was of cooking anything without a microwave.
He sighed, a month of this, fighting monsters, finding whatever food and water he could that seemed reasonably safe, and so much damn walking, it was driving him mad.
On the long ass trek to hopefully civilization, but at this point he'd almost given up hope on that front, and just kept pushing forward to spite whatever God put him here to suffer, and to kill as many of the monsters as he could get his hands on.
He was doing a decent enough job of the latter, the former was less certain, but in any case he'd survived a month in this monster infested wasteland.
Maybe calling it a wasteland was a bit harsh, but all he'd found was a few animals and bird's and a stupid amount of monsters that wanted to eat me, and not a damn person for miles.
He sighed a sigh of sighs and rubbed his eyes, remembered he was wearing both a cool mask and blindfold and continued rubbing anyway.
A loud howl tour through the night, soon echod by dozens of just barely quieter roars and howls of other monsters.
It was going to be another very long night…
Three days later he was walking, and walking and then you want to know what he did after walking?
More walking, interspersed with killing monsters and stopping to over cook a bird or two, and then finally he saw something different.
Smoke rising in the distance.
On the one hand, there was a lot of bad things that could be the cause of the smoke, could be a forest fire, he didn't know, which wasn't a good thing, if it was people would they be violent?
He wasn't human anymore, the horns were a dead give away, would the people there be racists, or maybe they'd be Faunas too, a lot of possibilities and maybe's and what ifs.
What he was actually doing instead of being smart and considering his options was rushing towards the smoke at full speed.
Id been walking for over a month by now, five weeks and change, I didn't care what was there as long as it showed proof there were people here at all.
Please be social activity…
A few minutes later and I was there, the first smoke had friends now, rising into the sky as I observed the small town I'd just walked into.
That's a lot of people, too bad they were all too busy being in varying stages of dismemberment and disembowelment to give me directions to the next town, or talk to me, or live…
I looked at a pair of smaller bodies, both looked practically like twins.
Everyone and everything in the village was just…
Dead.
Even the damn plants were dead.
Swords, spears, hammers, maces, shields, guns and so much more, all useless against whatever did this.
I stayed in that village for a while,found a shovel and got digging, I placed the weapons of the soldiers into the dirt above their graves, put what I could only assume were family members next to each other, and made crude grave markers…
When I was finally finished with the last grave, two days later, and after half a dozen fights with the monsters to stop them from eating the bodies I-
I just stood there, looking at my work…
They deserved better, I couldn't offer them much…
But the tracks, monster tracks, the ones that filled the village when I got here, that were blood smeared, that led to wherever the bastards had gone after they butchered these people.
… I couldn't offer them much, but I could give them vengeance, justice.
Or at least, I could certainly try.
And so, I set off, following the tracks in the direction
they led, hoping to avenge people I didn't know, and to kill Monsters.
Author note… thought's?
Chapter 1 The Bad Guy? Really?
Adam pondered the bull- no horse shit his life had become, not for the first time and most certainly not the last time he would do so.
He woke up in the middle of bumble duck nowhere with somebody else's name and face, and an anime gun-sword lying next to him along with a cool mask.
That had been a month ago, and he'd become both more and less then well acquainted with the locals, such as they were.
The only thing that saved me from becoming monster lunch was the weird anime stuff and the new superpower, Moonslice, absorbs damage and energy through any weapon I'm holding and stores it up to release it later.
It was pretty awesome, might have even been amazing if it hadn't come at the cost of his entire life, which he couldn't even remember fully, ugh.
Thinking about it would give him a headache whenever he tried to dig too deep into his own mind, it was annoying, but also kept him from getting too lost in thought.
Which was very useful in scenarios like this.
Ducking under the Beowolfs swing I angled Blush under its jaw, a shot sent the hilt of Wilt smashing into its jaw with a satisfying crack, sending it stumbling back as I grabbed my sword and slashed it four times, slaying it.
As it turned to ash I looked up at the sky, Stars and a shattered moon looked down at me, mocking me, rain was pouring around me so I ducked back into the little burrow under a tree I'd been lucky enough to find just in time.
My humble abode, a tiny hole under a tree, and thick root walls stopped the water from getting to me, so it was enough for me.
I sat back against the wall, staring out into the rain, glimpsing a few more glowing red eyes in the darkness, watching me, waiting for me…
I wasn't impressed, not anymore at least, they were all bark and no bite now, especially with there not being any big ones around, at least that he could find.
He settled in for another wait, until another one inevitably found its courage and attacked him, and went back to pondering who he was.
Adam Taurus wasn't a half bad name all things considered, it fit given he was now a "Faunas", basically a person with an animal trait, his was a pair of bull horns, thankfully they weren't big enough to get in the way, which he was grateful for, and they blended in with his hair pretty well.
It'd been two days since he'd had anything to eat or drink, his stomach raged at him and refused to let him ignore it, so he sat and suffered, and the lack of sleep itself.
The only thing he could blame for his continued survival was luck and superpower's, because he definitely should have died from the last meal he had gotten, it really showed how utterly incapable he was of cooking anything without a microwave.
He sighed, a month of this, fighting monsters, finding whatever food and water he could that seemed reasonably safe, and so much damn walking, it was driving him mad.
On the long ass trek to hopefully civilization, but at this point he'd almost given up hope on that front, and just kept pushing forward to spite whatever God put him here to suffer, and to kill as many of the monsters as he could get his hands on.
He was doing a decent enough job of the latter, the former was less certain, but in any case he'd survived a month in this monster infested wasteland.
Maybe calling it a wasteland was a bit harsh, but all he'd found was a few animals and bird's and a stupid amount of monsters that wanted to eat me, and not a damn person for miles.
He sighed a sigh of sighs and rubbed his eyes, remembered he was wearing both a cool mask and blindfold and continued rubbing anyway.
A loud howl tour through the night, soon echod by dozens of just barely quieter roars and howls of other monsters.
It was going to be another very long night…
Three days later he was walking, and walking and then you want to know what he did after walking?
More walking, interspersed with killing monsters and stopping to over cook a bird or two, and then finally he saw something different.
Smoke rising in the distance.
On the one hand, there was a lot of bad things that could be the cause of the smoke, could be a forest fire, he didn't know, which wasn't a good thing, if it was people would they be violent?
He wasn't human anymore, the horns were a dead give away, would the people there be racists, or maybe they'd be Faunas too, a lot of possibilities and maybe's and what ifs.
What he was actually doing instead of being smart and considering his options was rushing towards the smoke at full speed.
Id been walking for over a month by now, five weeks and change, I didn't care what was there as long as it showed proof there were people here at all.
Please be social activity…
A few minutes later and I was there, the first smoke had friends now, rising into the sky as I observed the small town I'd just walked into.
That's a lot of people, too bad they were all too busy being in varying stages of dismemberment and disembowelment to give me directions to the next town, or talk to me, or live…
I looked at a pair of smaller bodies, both looked practically like twins.
Everyone and everything in the village was just…
Dead.
Even the damn plants were dead.
Swords, spears, hammers, maces, shields, guns and so much more, all useless against whatever did this.
I stayed in that village for a while,found a shovel and got digging, I placed the weapons of the soldiers into the dirt above their graves, put what I could only assume were family members next to each other, and made crude grave markers…
When I was finally finished with the last grave, two days later, and after half a dozen fights with the monsters to stop them from eating the bodies I-
I just stood there, looking at my work…
They deserved better, I couldn't offer them much…
But the tracks, monster tracks, the ones that filled the village when I got here, that were blood smeared, that led to wherever the bastards had gone after they butchered these people.
… I couldn't offer them much, but I could give them vengeance, justice.
Or at least, I could certainly try.
And so, I set off, following the tracks in the direction
they led, hoping to avenge people I didn't know, and to kill Monsters.
Author note… thought's?
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