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As David walks home from the convenience store after work, disheveled and dreary, the snow coldly sneaking through the night onto his naked unprotected hands, he can't help the old feeling of anxiety rearing it's head as he thinks back upon his day.
'Jon is gonna fucking kill me tomorrow...' He thinks to himself. 'What kind of fucking idiot forgets to look at the name of a person before sending an e-mail?' 'I can't believe I am actually this stupid...'
He sighs as that familiar feeling of disappointment and embarrassment creeps into his bones.
'guess it's time to find a new job, no need to bother showing up for work tomorrow'
He sighs to himself before reaching his tiny, decrepit, 1-room apartment. 'I should get this stuff in order' He thinks as he looks to the grocery bag on his right, trying to distract himself from his thoughts. He opens it up, takes out his microwave dinner; and puts it into the microwave. He cracks open the cold ice tea to hydrate his dehydrated throat and puts some bread, a packet of butter and a six-pack of beer into his fridge.
He looks at the expiration date of his half eaten salami. 'It goes out tomorrow huh? I can probably push it another week or two.' He reasons.
He sits on his bed with his ice tea in hand.
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*sip*
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'...Maybe i really should just-'
*Pling*
He hears the sound of the microwave and sits for a few seconds before he gets off the bed to take it out.
He rips off the plastic cover and looks at the dry mess lying underneath as he prepares himself for the challenge.
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'Tastes like shit' He thinks as he works his way through the meal.
Even though he's hungry his body rejects the bitter, salty taste. His only relief being the iced tea he had grown so fond of. It was the only reason he always stopped at that convenience store instead of any other.
He finishes the meal and throws away the plastic packaging and the tin can in the garbage before he opens up the fridge and takes out the six pack of beer.
He feels a tinge of regret and embarrassment as he cracks open the first one.
once he gets to his fourth beer he starts feeling a bit tipsy as he reminisces about his life. He thinks about when times were "better", even though he knows in his heart they really weren't.
As he takes the last sip of his sixth, throws it away, and lays down in bed, the cans piling up on the floor, he thinks about his pal Jakob.
'I wonder if he's still doing that gang shit we used to do... He's probably in the bigger circles now though'
'Maybe i could talk to him and see if I could get myself a spot?'
'My life really turned to shit after i started trying to be a goody two shoes after all.'
'He did say that the gang will always have a spot open for me, maybe he will help me out?'
Thoughts like these filled his mind as he drifted off into sleep, dreaming about adventuring with Jakob and exploring in his youth once again.
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"Isn't it about time we kick this up a notch Gdrm¤%842?" Gbp¤%693 says as he swats away a ball of pure dragon energy thrown at him from his left side and simultaneously pulls a whip out of nowhere from his right.
"Damn you, you crazed battle maniac! you just had to pit our children against each other too didn't you? I won't forgive you for this!" Gdrm¤%842 says as a golden glow starts emanating from his body.
"HA! finally i got you to use it huh? don't disappoint me." Gbp¤%693 says as a red glow emanates from his body as well pushing the dragon's energy back.
" It would seem my authority is greater than yours Gdrm¤%842? or should i sa-" Gbp¤%693 says before he is interrupted, a golden claw covered with a blue energy smashing into his face.
"Don't you dare!" Gdrm¤%842 shouts in anger, the force of the shout turning a nearby asteroid into cosmic mist as he prepares another ball of energy, 10 times bigger than the one before. As he prepares the strike an unseen whip strikes the right side of his waist, causing him to scream out in pain.
He loses concentration of the ball causing it to shrink until all the energy it had scatters into space."That actually kinda hurt you bastard... Don't you know I'm the one who's supposed to be causing pain here?" Gbp¤%693 says angrily , the tone of his voice inconsistent with the broad smile stretching across his lips.
"...You goddamned battle gods are all freaks..." says Gdrm¤%842 in an annoyed tone as claws made of dragon energy and balls of pure mana, all of different shapes and sizes start appearing within his aura.
"HAHAHA! Seems that you have some prejudice built up after being alive for so long. I think it's about time for your life to end before you start getting some even more dangerous ideas..." Gbp¤%693 says, a variety of battle scarred weapons and tools of torture appearing in his aura.
[Meanwhile, in an observatory in Russia:]
"Good morning Dr. Alexander!" The secretary greets the doctor "Oh, Good morning Miss Lia! Is there anything you need?"
"Yes actually! I was just wondering if it's you who is supposed to take care of the visitors today or if it's the other Alexander, i always seem to switch you up." Lia said, a slightly apologetic look on her face.
"It's alright Lia. It's always hard to remember names and faces the first few days." Alexander says understandingly.
"It's the other Alexander, Alexander Smirnov. I'm Goncharov"
"Ok! Thank you doctor! Where are you going now?" Lia asked in a friendly manner.
"I'm in the observatory first thing in the morning actually! It's my lucky day!" He said happily "Lucky you!" She congratulated.
"Well I'm off to see Alexander then, see you later Alexander!" "See you." He replies.
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'Goddamn she's cute.' He thinks to himself. 'There's no way she'd be into an old man like me though, I'll leave her to the young'uns.' 'Nevermind that it's time to go to the observatory!' He thinks to himself making him feel just as giddy as when his mom bought him his first telescope. That feeling being what has been driving him to try and understand and learn about space his whole life.
Nothing could prepare him for what he saw. As he saw the the ball of energy, nearly the size of the moon that seemed to be coming towards earth at an unprecedented speed, a primal fear overcame him.
He could feel a voice in his heart, from a time before technology, before intelligence even, urging him. To run. Yet he could not.
He could only stare in horror as the arcane ball of pure energy roared closer and closer. As he knew that there was no escape he searched for any way to avoid death, any way for him to be saved.
He had looked down upon religious people before, deeming himself more esteemed as a true believer of science and logic, but as his last moments came closer and closer the only thought that entered his mind was to renounce his belief and pray for all that it was worth.
He prayed and prayed hoping that anyone, anything would reach out to him. And in the last minute before the ball would hit the earth, he heard a voice.
In the end, what reached out to him was something more akin to a devil than any sort of god humans believed in.
'Hey... You wanna live?'
"Yes! Please!" He shouts, tears and snot covering his face, not even caring if he had gone insane at this point.
'Ok... Then allow me to take the soul of every single human on earth!' The being suggests, it's tone weirdly childlike and upbeat.
'Alexander pauses for a second, thinking of what the "devil" had said before he answered.
"Everyone's gonna die anyway right? Do it!" Not knowing that he had doomed every human on earth to a fate worse than death.
The devil starts laughing like a beggar who just found a gold bar sitting out on the sidewalk.
'It's a deal then!'
