

Part IX: The HolocaustPart IX: The HolocaustPart IX: The Holocaust
“Michael, wake up… Michael…” “Wha…? Oh… Matthew, you are back… What is it?” “Confusion is an immortal.” “WHAT?!?!!”
Matthew had just run back from the Council Chambers. This was obviously a matter of great significance. They would have to act immediately before the attack was set. They hopefully had at least an hour or two. Matthew explained what happened.
“Hurry, wake Recou. We need to return to the city immediately and ready the army and all available immortals.” “Good thinking. I’ll go ahead now and see who’s left. If anything goes wrong, you know how to


Part VIII: Last NegotiationPart VIII: The Last NegotiationPart VIII: Last Negotiation
Matthew Kaine was exhausted. After finally piecing every limb, organ, vein, and bone back in place, Matthew stumbled across the room to see who was still here.
Leala had woken up from being unconscious for an hour, but wasn’t in the mood for staying up. She was now asleep in one of the cots she had found in a box near the corner of the room.
Recou was sound asleep on the table, still naked. “I really need to find some clothes for him,” Matthew thought, “things could get kind of awkward after a week…”
Michael had apparently left to go after Count Confusion, b


Part VII: The ResurrectionPart VII: The ResurrectionPart VII: The Resurrection
Two hours later, Michael Alemi stood alone in the ancient tunnels of the Backdoor System. The meeting had closed and Matthew had let him take a short walk before retiring for the night. Matthew had suggested taking this tunnel, saying something about being nicer. It didn’t seem much different… Or at least until he saw the door.
This was the first dead end he had seen in these tunnels. The door was a much more elegant one then the door to the Tattered Volume. He decided to take a peak inside. Inside was the most amazing being Michael would ever gaze upon in his life. Sitting on a gigantic an


Part VI: Refuge + RetaliationPart VI: Refuge and RetaliationPart VI: Refuge + Retaliation
Matthew walked down 23rd Street in the slums after arriving back in Anglon. After getting to the end of the road, he took a left then a right into a 2 story old apartment building. A little ways into the building there were two or three ratty sleeping bags the homeless sometimes used for beds when no other shelter was available.
But Matthew wasn’t that desperate. On the wall near the back of the building’s first floor there was a Dead End sign hung up. Making sure that none of the homeless were in sight, he quickly took down the sign to reveal a dial of numbers. He turned it right to
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Strepsiades: Wait, tell me, who is that man in the basket?
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Strepsiades: Wait, tell me, who is that man in the basket?
FUCK HILLARY!
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Oh, George...not the livestock.
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