Introduction to a man who frequently browsed /r9k/ board.

Sitting down on my stool, contemplating myself on why I am even alive in the first place. I gulp down a shot from my glass and thinking to myself…why do I have to visit this crappy joint during happy hour on Sunday?

It's pretty simple…it's him who suggested it for me. Him…of all people!

"Yo Virgil, what's up my brother!" In cue from this annoying, condescending douchebag who was a living cancer in my entire life for taking all the possible girlfriends from me. I adjust my glasses to see a tall, muscular looking guy who is an equivalent to a chad approached me.

Him, he never leave me alone and wearing those obnoxious colored clothing I ever saw. Bright ass pink muscle shirt with the word "ouch" on it and those horrid, bright green tight pants that almost blinded my eyes! Even worse, those bright, yellow banana shoes on his feet make me want to vomit from seeing it!

In short, he looked like an asshole and having a terrible sense of fashion!

Grinding my teeth from his mere sight, he stretched his tan muscular arms over his perfectly neat Mohawk blonde hair and giving out his signature, cocky ass grin. Telling me in a subtle way that he was the alpha male over me like I'm some plebian and he was a god. Taking all the women whenever he saw and berated me from my life choices that I love to do.

Grabbing his stool next to me, the bastard sat down and proceed to pat on my back like we're best buds but we're not. Giving out his usual fake smile, he will always be a reminder to me that he will forever one step ahead of me and cockblocking my chance from becoming a chad. Hell, he wouldn't let me get close to those slutty Stacy girls back at high school and possibly impregnated those horny bitches.

To show off that he was superior to me. His career choices are chad based compare to my programming skills. He joined the military when he was eighteen and came back a few years later to do him recovering from his injuries. Later, he announced to me that he's going to join law enforcement and getting a degree in criminal justice to increase his chances of getting the job including military benefits. Me…I'm struggling with how I design my games while working in my day shift in a fast food joint!

Gripping on my glass in rage, I always hated him!

"W-what do you want Chad?"

[Chad]

Man, Virgil was always tense for some reason whenever he sees me. But hey, brothers are brothers!

To celebrate when my military contract was up and didn't suffer any kind of fetal wounds that would be detrimental to my physical health during my tour in Afghanistan with the marines, I decide to invite my only best pal Virgil to hang out in my favorite bar. Although he stuttered a lot at first to do his shy nature, he agreed nonetheless.

Strangely though, during our high school years. He was chasing after those girls that love to cause trouble from their brash attitude, their showy getups, and their personalities that are quite venomous to anybody who was near them like they own the school. Plus, they were rumors that they're holding illegal narcotics. Worse, Virgil tried to hook up with those girls...but to me; it was a really bad idea for him to walk down on that path. Honestly, I wonder why he wants to hang out with those types of people that are clearly a bad influence on his future. So I did my best to stop him before he does something quite irrational that might land Virgil in prison since our local school police are on to them.

For Virgil though on whom he was, my bro was clearly an introverted person. Never wanted to hang out in huge crowds or never leave our house at all. Clear signs that he was a lone wolf among us…I think?

But there are some things that bother me a lot about him. He always slouched down and never keeps his back straight. His lifestyle wasn't exactly good which mostly consist of process foods and always being stationary at his computer. I try to convince him to change his lifestyle and I invite him to be his workout buddy. Predictably, he rejected my offer and remains the same to this day. It really saddens me on his refusal to change for the better.

Even though he was shortening his life expectancy, I envied Virgil's smartness to do him always getting all the straight A's in high school and including a scholarship during his graduation day. Still, I wonder why he always tries to hang out with a crowd who are clearly trying to ruin their own futures and it baffles me that he's currently working at a local McDonalds. I heard he's really good at computer programming, but I did not suspect him to work at a low wage job. Was it to do his social awkwardness that stalling his possible bright future?

Grabbing a stool next to him, I sat down and cheerfully patted his back and giving him an awesome smile. Looking at him, he was still the same old Virgil. Black hair, square glasses, really pale skin from spending all his time indoors and wearing casual, black hoodie compare to my pink colored muscle shirt with an "ouch" on it. You could blame it on mom's sense of fashion, thinking this would attract all the girls to me. Pff, as if. But hey, a family is family.

"W-what do you want Chad?" Hearing him stutter, I might as well break the ice for him.

"Oh nothing, just want to hang out with my lil' bro that's all. So…do you want to talk about something that's in your mind, Virgil?" About to give him a brotherly pep-talk to give him a self-esteem boost, he stuttered again.

"Look, Dante…let's be serious here. I have some…well-a, a need for an advice. Do you know how to pick up chicks?" Hearing him saying my real name than the nickname he gave me. He meant it seriously and the desperate look he gave me, telling me he was dead serious about it.

Do I have experienced on dating with girls? Well…no, I usually keep my hands to myself and had no interest in starting a relationship unless it brought some kind of meaning to my life. In Virgil's case, I'm no expert but at least I'll try to help him on the situation from the picking the right girl for him best as I can. Making sure he doesn't go overboard like in my last year on high school by hanging out with those drug addicts.

Before I can give him my advice, a random girl heard our discussion.

"Did I just hear you need to pick up some broads?" Turning to the person who interrupted me, a brunette walked up to us and giving a seductive tone. The girl in question seems to be wearing some kind of extravagant red dress and her green eyes staring at us deviously.

Looking at her, she's quite beautiful…but something isn't quite right about her. For Virgil though, I see his palms are sweaty like crazy and his body shaking like crazy. He's getting nervous and probably dropped his spaghetti on the floor. Most importantly, why did I think about spaghetti all of the sudden?

"Argh, who are you?" Turning to the brown-haired girl who is wearing a red dress, she mischievously smiled at me while she's eying Virgil…giving me a hint that something isn't right about her character and why she's even nosing in our conversation.

"Yes…hello-wait, you mean us?" Virgil starting to stutter from the girl's beautiful appearance and his voice starting to crack from it. Seeing Virgil about to lose it, the girl hurriedly breaks the ice before it gets awkward.

"Well seeing your friend here is stuttering, I want to know what it is up with you two. Anyways, the name's Kyu." Seeing Virgil is getting sweaty and about to say something inappropriate. I intervened for him.

"Really? What a fine lady like you want to talk with us two manly guys over here…because that's a bit odd since we don't know you." I meant a lot of girls in my life and they're pretty decent in my book, except for one air force officer that rubs me the wrong way. But this girl, I feel something is not right.

"You mean two of you handsome boys? Well, I'm merely interested in you two…and you know what. I think this will work out! I hope you boys enjoy your lucky day. Good night!" With that, she randomly left and Virgil here slump to his feet that he didn't get the girl he wants. But hey, he can pick another girl in the vast ocean of mankind.

"Oh man, I could get a relationship with her…but I suck at it." Trying to cheer up my buddy Virgil, I pet on his back and comforting him that he could get a girl that he dreams of. Who the person is, the future might tell. But hey, it might be a girl who has the same interest as my nerdy friend's likings like retro games or something.

"Don't worry bro; I don't think that girl fits for you and I still have your back. But hey, maybe you can find a girl who has the same interest as you." Trying to cheer him up, he got up from his stool and left with zero confidence of what so ever; seeing him like that in that state made me guilty that I didn't help him score a girl that he wants, with that, he left the bar with the moon sets high.

Seeing I didn't improve Virgil's self-esteem and failed to help a brother out. I step outside and putting on my camouflage jacket to deal with the coldness, looking up to see the moon glowed brightly like a rocky orb. I was about to leave until I heard a strong, beautiful, and a bit of Scandinavian tone spoke out.

"Psst, over here, did you talk to that girl from the bar?" Turning to the girl who said that. Her auburn hair tied in a long braid and her blue eyes that are filled with great power look straight at me. Of what she is, I have no idea but she's wearing a white hoodie and blue jeans.

"Oh, you mean me? Yeah, that girl is a bit strange…do you know her?" Before I could say anything, the woman suddenly grabs my right arm as she pulls me with inhumane strength and she begins to chant. Freaking out of whom the hell this girl was and why the hell her strength was like the freaking She-Hulk. Her eyes glowed white and suddenly my wrist slowly tattooing itself with Nordic runes. Seeing this, I panicked from this act I saw on what the stranger did to me!

When she finishes chanting from her archaic words, my wrist magically tattooed itself with blue runes. I look back at her with the most rational response that anyone could react.

"Who the fuck are you and what did you do with my arm?!" Before I could say anything more to this witch or whatever who was grabbing my arm, she spoke back with great power.

"The name's Saga, you will meet the fairy who is Greek. So be in your guard as a story will be made, Tyr awaits you." Blinking, she vanished like a ghost and I was just dumbfounded by what just happened. There are three words I can only think of.

What…

The…

FUCK?!