“What in the actual fuck? I forgot to put underwear on AGAIN!?? I can’t believ-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Well, you punched off his head.

 

If only you had more time to show him being elaborately stabbed, but other classes are

 

taking up too much of your time and you got stuff to do.

 

Very important stuff like Spanish and creative writing.

 

 

 

Time to serenely skedaddle out of this David Lynch nightmare.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As you step out of Versailles, oh.............................Obis is now Versailles.

 

 

 

You can’t say you didn’t see this one coming a mile away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Haha, oh fuck that hurt an infinitesimal amount. I’m crying a river of tears here.

 

 

By the way, my name is actually Obis Obeah, Edict of the False Karass.

 

 

 

You’re nothing more than a meager little morsel destined to be sacrificed.

 

Although it does make me ask:

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘If a useless person is sacrificed, does it mean they finally served a purpose?’."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Pffft, who cares? Have fun with my false karass, pleb.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Something emerges from the door...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s this sucker again. He needs a good ol’ punch to the face and-

 

 

 

 

 

-splat-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Obis exploded...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...So, that salty nickel taste was -pearly white ambition- all along.

 

 

 

You finally understand why you remember that taste.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

>Your level of discomfort has increased to “national tragedy”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whenever you defeat one, five take its place. It’s like a freaking hydra.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“It’s over.

 

What do you plan on doing, discarding your ambition and defeating me with some wacky

 

logical fallacy?

 

 

I’m the most powerful magician of his lord, so nothing you can do can hurt me.

 

Just do the smart thing and run away, coward.

 

 

 

It doesn’t matter anyways, as you never had a choice to begin with.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“BEND THE KNEE AND SUBMIT TO MY WILL, WRETCHED CHILD!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A profane presence draws near.

 

 

You feel more tired than usual.

 

 

His words are starting to make you worry about these dreams.

 

Are they really dreams? Or…

 

 

 

This is too much and you just want to sleep.

 

You can feel the importance of this decision weigh heavily on the outcome of your

 

future.

 

 

 

What will you do?