Vita's War 5
Meanwhile, Misery led his regiment to the east just like his ancestors. Rather than dropping two bombs, he used his airship much like Shadowheart did and blasted everything he saw as he went.
The man himself sat in the main seat and was drinking from his Divine flask, enjoying Divine-level brew while he heard screams of monsters and some scattered sentient races from below.
Personally, Misery would prefer to hear the moans of women and some big booty girls dancing, but war was like that, so he made do.
After all, he, Misery, was a clean fellow who knew how to tamp down his cravings! Instead of drinking Semi-Origin and above booze, he had limited himself to Divine so that he could maintain control over the army.
Sigh, why couldn't there be more fellows like him in this world? Why was the world rather full of hooligans like AP_Berzerker who couldn't control himself one bit?
Sighhhhh!!