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20 – The Cult of the Dead God
Erika sat in the rear seat of The Warrior’s enchanted van, glowering out the window as they traveled away from the bird city, back toward the long, black cobblestone bridge. “Am I the only one who thinks we shouldn’t be headed toward the giant monster chained up under a bridge?” The Stalker asked, echoing Erika’s thoughts. Nothing about the situation felt good to Erika, but she didn’t exactly have better ideas. They were headed back to where Erika found herself after appearing in this…-
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20 – i – A Cultist’s Fall
July 13, 2011 “We have lost something, my brothers and sisters. Society has become plagued with the Self. The Self before the community. The Self before the neighbor. The Self before God’s work on this earth.” Father Kevin Mould stood at his podium, hands firmly gripping the lectern’s edges as he leaned over the microphones. His dark eyes sought out the regulars of his sermons—Laura Huxley, a woman recently widowed in a bout of police violence. Peter White, a man cast out from his job due…-
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19 – Urban Spelunking
“This must be the kitchen,” Erika said, holding her sleeve over her nose in a vain attempt at suppressing the stench. “They leave everything to rot, or what?” The Stalker entered from the alley door, sniffing at the air as she lowered her umbrella. Although her nose wrinkled, she didn’t otherwise look bothered. Erika stayed at the doors, peering out into the alley. They made it here without issue—none of the birds attacked—but it felt like they were being watched even more than usual.…-
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19 – The Binding Chains
The van jerked and shuddered, throwing its occupants around, as Erika tried to get them back to the ground. She kept one hand tight on the parking brake, depressing the release button and easing it forward, only to rip it back again once they started falling. It was slow, uncomfortable, and giving her a headache, but they were moving. If there was a better way down, The Stalker wasn’t saying. “Can’t believe he’s dead,” The Stalker said, gripping the handhold over the rear seat. “I…-
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“Do you know anything about this place?” Erika asked as they slowly drove along the black cobblestone bridge. Now that they were moving, she had a little more mental space for taking in the new realm they were in. Periodic raised archways stretched high into the red-tinged mist, each decorated with tall, inhuman statues made from polished obsidian. A gnawing unease settled on Erika’s shoulders as they passed one particular statue, feeling like she was being watched by the multitude of eyes peering…
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18 – Birdwatching
Erika lowered the barrel of her gun, dropped the magazine, and racked the slide, ensuring it was empty. Both arms felt sore. Even with ear protection, she felt like she was developing tinnitus. The first time she fired the gun, Leslie only let her load one cartridge; she found out why when she almost took her chin off, not expecting the gun’s kick. Now, as she pressed the button that wheeled her target back toward her, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at the little holes dotting the…-
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17 – Gearing Up to Kill a God
“Alright, let’s see it,” Erika said, eagerly rubbing her hands together. Led by The Warrior, Simone and two minions Erika didn’t recognize lugged a heavy polymer crate into Varn’s, using a whole dolly to make moving it that much easier. It wasn’t until they started moving the crate to the countertop that Erika realized it was a quartet of crates all stacked on top of one another. “One for each of ya,” The Warrior said, putting on the theatrics as she waved at the crates. “Each comes…-
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17 – Another Brick in the Wall
“This feels weirder than normal,” Erika said as they blazed down the streets of Chicago. Carter bending time wasn’t usually all that apparent. The effect gradually fell off as physical distance increased, leaving a rather large bubble around him where people could get more time per time, thus accomplish more, move faster, or otherwise just experience time a little faster than normal. From her perspective, nothing normally felt different either. She could drive the speed limit from her relative…-
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Erika slipped between clusters of laughing kids and the glow of arcade cabinets, the air thick with the scent of popcorn and sweaty teenagers. She paused beside a pinball table, watching the silver ball ricochet under neon lights, then caught sight of Rick hunched over a malfunctioning cabinet, screwdriver in hand and cardboard tube on his back. “Need some help?” she called, raising her voice over the thumping bass music that she had picked out—royalty free, despite her doubts that any big music…
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16 – A Hug and Orange Tang
“I don’t believe it.” Rick slumped back in his chair, cupping his hands to his face like Erika had broken the news that The Mummy murdered his dog. “They’re Tangers?” “Tangers?” “They want to give everyone a hug and-or turn them into orange Tang. We’re going to get Tanged.” Erika raised an eyebrow, baffled as to what he was going on about, but not altogether surprised. Rick and Leslie both often spouted nonsense. “Is that… some kind of slur?” she asked. “What?…-
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