I liiiiive...Sorry for the slow updates. Life is busy.
The world is really f**cked up at the moment, so here's to the people who support us through our darkness moments, even when we're being complete d*ckheads. This is dedicated to my Apo, to whom I was a total d*ckhead. Words can never express how truly sorry I am.
Warning: Its another dark chapter I'm afraid.
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"It's all my fault. It's all my fault."
If she hadn't snuck out two days ago to go hunting, if she had stayed behind to help her mother set up the Ger like she had asked her to, this wouldn't have happened. She could have done something.
Everywhere they travelled, they had heard that soldiers were attacking and looting villages as they made their way to distant battlefields, but it had never occurred to Fang that her tribe could be in danger and it could happen to the nomadic Yun.
The teenager still refused to believe what her gut was telling her. Even as she reached the top of the hill out of breath and looking down at what was left of her tribe, overwhelmed by the familiar scent of burning wood and something else; something sickly sweet that hit the back of her throat.
Blinded by the thickening smoke from the burning camp site she had run down the hill and dragged herself through the mud and ash, calling out as she desperately searched every body, every tent and caravan but there was no one left alive. They'd killed her entire clan, even the children.
And then near the edge of the camp, she found the thing she had feared the most in the entire world. Her mother and father, slumped behind a makeshift barricade of crates, still holding onto their hunting rifles and surrounded by the bodies of their enemies.
Screaming, she dropped onto the ground beside them as the heavy grief she had been gathering walking among her dead tribesmen suddenly hit her. She had no idea how long she spent on her knees, clutching and crying into her mother's sari that is was all her fault for leaving them, but to her time no longer mattered. Without her parents and her clan the teenager was lost.
Hours later, bewildered and still in shock she found herself aimlessly wandering between the bodies of her clan member with her father's rifle in her hands. Her eyes were still wet from crying but she wasn't making the sound that had roused her from her shock-induced stupor. The noise was distant and faint but it had pulled her back to reality.
Someone was crying.
Cocking her father's rifle, she cautiously followed the sound to the camp boundary, only to find the bodies of the Dia family laid out in front of their caravan. She started crying again. Fang had always loved the autumn months when the travelling storytellers joined the Yun to tell stories of heroes and monsters from faraway places. And now that was gone too. They hadn't even spared the heavily pregnant Mrs Dia.
Fang crouched down by the fiery haired woman. Her hands and body was shaking with fear but she had to check just in case. Without looking at the dead woman's face she closed her glazed lifeless eyes and then with a deep breath reached down to touch Mrs Dia's belly and felt nothing but a chilling stillness. Pulling back her hand she gagged to find in covered in blood and doubled over as she was sick. Still sobbing she scrubbed the blood from her hand onto the grass and then used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth.
She heard it again - a single choked sob from the sound of someone trying to muffle their cries had come from behind her. She stood and looked around her and the young huntress noted the recently flattened ground leading under the Dia's small family car that they used to tow their caravan. She moved to the other side, lay down flat on the ground and between the narrow space of the mud and the underside of the car she found what the Dia's had been protecting. Covered in thick mud, terrified but alive the young red-haired Dia stared back in surprise at the startled teenager.
Fang was momentarily taken aback at finding a survivor in such carnage, before her astonishment was replaced by a certain sense of calm and then coherence. The young survivor was just the objective the young huntress needed to distract her from her loss. And as she finally came to her senses she knew exactly what they needed to do.
"Come on we've got to get out of here." Fang reached out her hand towards the young girl and frowned in confusion when, instead of taking it the terrified girl began to back away. "Hey I'm a Yun, you don't need to be afraid of me. Look," she said quickly, placing her father's rifle on the ground and smiled reassuringly as she reached for her again. But although this time the young girl didn't try to move away, she still seemed too afraid to take her hand.
Fang was starting to lose her patience. This was the wrong time to be wary. The soldiers could return at any time to hide the evidence of their massacre so she needed - no had to - get the Dia as far away from the camp as quickly as she could.
Fang wracked her brain to try and remember the young Dia's name. "Its Vanille isn't it?" The red-head's large eyes locked with Fang's and after a moment of hesitation she gave a small nod. "Ya Mum and Dad told me to come and get you, and take you somewhere safe so-."
The young girl didn't let Fang finish that sentence. Her wide terrified eyes suddenly narrowing, she condemned Fang's attempt to sugar coat the atrocity she'd witnessed. She didn't want to feel better, and she did not need to be protected from reality with lies. "They're dead," the young girl snapped. "They made me hide under the car and then I…I had to watch them...They're dead," she repeated her voice lowering to a harsh whisper. "Everyone is dead and those vipers killed them."
She was right. Everyone was dead.
Fang had got to her the feet. She couldn't exactly remember when or why she had stood up during Vanille's angry reprimand, but-
Everyone was dead. And those vipers had killed them.
Something had to be done.
All that anger and hate in those young, tear-stained eyes had been shocking but after everything the younger girl had experienced it was fitting. It was righteous. What was the point of all this grief, it wasn't going to help her parents, her tribe. Everyone she had ever known was dead. Killed for nothing but a few chocobos and supplies that wouldn't last an army a day.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't right.
She gripped the rifle that she must have picked up at some point, wringing the cold metal between her fingers.
Everyone was dead. And those vipers had killed them. And something had to be done.
Her tribe was -had been old, the oldest warrior clan on Gran Pulse the elders claimed. Most of the accumulated traditions and rules from the old days had been forgotten or followed as little more than superstition, but the ethos was the same and it was ingrained into the very being of every Yun that was ever born. It said that nothing was more important than the clan, and in life as in death the clan must always be honoured.
She knew what she had to do. She had to hunt them. Track them down and kill as many of them bastards as she could. It was desperate, it was suicide but something had to be done. She'd make them pay for every Yun life they had taken. It was what her father and mother would have done and she would make the warriors proud of her before she joined them. It would be easy too. So easy for a seasoned huntress like herself. They were just animals, beasts...
"Don't leave me."
In her grim resolve for vengeance, Fang had almost forgotten about the terrified survivor until the Dia reached out from under the caravan and clasped onto her ankle to hold her in place.
"I'm sorry don't leave me. I can't…I can't get out I'm stuck," Vanille admitted between tears as she explained that the mud that had been thrown up by the battle had made the car sink into the ground trapping the young Dia beneath it.
"Please help me Fang."
Fang responded with a strange strangled sound, half way between a laugh and a sob. Because it was ridiculous. Laughable really. Before Vanille had stopped her from leaving her head had been full of nothing but revenge and now that had been interrupted, her thoughts were clear and somber. She was just a kid, she couldn't help Vanille. She couldn't help her clan and now she couldn't help Vanille. And as for plan for avenging her clan, that was another testament to her age, just childish and pathetic. She wouldn't get within 100 yards of the soldiers before they killed her too.
With an angry cry she punched the car door. She punched it again, and again, and again, working herself into a hysterical frenzy. Now her fury was finally unleased and directed at the car she found she couldn't stop herself. Even when Vanille began to scream in fright she couldn't even hear her she was so blinded with rage. Her body burned with energy and adrenaline as she stalked around the car and thought about her friends and her clan. She punched through the driver window as she imagined their happy friendly faces dropping in horror when the enemies attacked without warning, about their screams of agony and terror as the soldiers cut them down. Fang thought of her Mother and her Father as she kicked the car bumper. Her Mother's warm hugs and her Father's cheerful laugh as she used the butt of her rifle to smash out the back window. And then, as she threw her rifle to away from her and she crouched down to grip the bottom of the car, she thought about her parents' bloodied bodies and became too incensed to even think about the impossibility of what she was about to do. The young teenager screamed as she straightened her legs and lifted the car from the ground.
Vanille was still whimpering in fright but had enough sense to scramble out from under the car as soon as she was able too. Then once she was clear she turned to sit on the mud breathless by the exertion and the astonishing sight of the furious young teenager holding up her parent's small car.
The car made a loud metallic clunk as Fang dropped the car back into the ground and she staggered back slightly. She suddenly became aware of her aching muscles, and would have dropped to the floor in exhaustion if Vanille hadn't rushed over to pull the stupefied huntress into a fierce hug.
"Please don't leave me, please don't leave me…" She whispered it over and over into Fang's shirt, but at first Fang was unable to feel or see anything and stood staring vacantly ahead with her arms limp with her arms at her sides. But through the grief-stricken haze she felt Vanille's arms tighten around her. Her warmth was comforting. She was alive and Fang had found her. She didn't need to give in to despair because in that moment, surrounded by all that death she had found her reason and strength again. Looking down at the head of red hair, she wrapped her arms around the smaller girl's shoulders and pulled her closer.
This time she'd do it right and never let anyone take Vanille from her.
"Don't worry I'm not going anywhere," Fang promised, lying her cheek on top of the smaller girl's head and closing her eyes. "I'll protect you and we'll always be together."
The world went black.
Fang stumbled forward as Vanille disappeared from her arms. "Vanille!" Fang said looking around her for the young girl. "Vanille!" She shouted desperately spinning around and peering into the darkness she repeatedly screamed her bond sister's name, but each time her call was met with silence.
An orange glow appeared far ahead of her and with it the faint sound of someone weeping. Without thinking she ran towards it. Passing between tall columns of cold stone, her sandals clacked against the hard floor until she was stopped by a wall that rose high above her and out either side of her, far into the darkness. The only break in the sheer stone was a small, narrow doorway cut into the wall and within it she found the source of the anguished cries, and it wasn't Vanille.
The gilded gold doors that led into a small room were broken inwards, and half laying in the doorway a strange fair-haired girl wearing what looked like a long white dress, was sitting on her knees with her back to the huntress. The girl looked up at the house-like structure made of stone in the room in front of her and between her sobs began shouting angrily in a language that Fang didn't understand. As Fang quietly moved closer the dull light of the oil lamps placed in a semi circle around the door revealed that it wasn't a girl but a woman, and Fang gasped to see that she was cradling someone who had been hidden from the Yun by the hunched figure of the crying woman.
Had the soldiers come here too?
In her confused state Fang thought this was still her dream. But through the groggy haze she remembered that this hadn't happened. It wasn't her memory or her nightmare, but the grief and the fear was still there, and was as real as if they had been hers.
Behind Fang in the darkness, the distant sound of enraged voices was steadily becoming louder but the young woman seemed either oblivious or uncaring of their menacing voices. She broke down in another fit of despair rocking back and forth as she wailed over the person lying still in her lap. Her cries were so harrowing and filled with despair that Fang didn't need to speak her language to know that the woman was grief stricken. Fang's heart sank in sympathy at the woeful sound and she put her own concerns to one side. She had to help her.
"Are you alright?" Fang asked softly beginning to reach out her hand to touch the trembling woman on her shoulder.
It turned to face her and Fang reeled back in horror. It may have looked like a woman from behind but her face was far from human. Between the strands of long pale, matted hair and dirt that covered it's face, the creature bared it's fangs at the startled huntress and it's large eyes glowed a fierce bright blue.
Fang stumbled backwards as the thing snarled, jerking her hand away just in time to avoid its snapping teeth. The creature perused her and without taking her eyes away from the huntress, slid out from under the body it had been cradling, gently lowering it to the floor as it fluidly turned onto all fours. It's features were pale and appeared pinched - taunt skin over muscle and bone like a person sucking at their cheeks and teeth. And although its form was largely human, on all fours it stalked towards her with a bestial agility that had Fang quickly backing away to keep some distance between them. But it's eyes were the features that really chilled Fang to the bone, they were the large dilated eyes of a predator that avidly watched every movement Fang made.
Slowly it crawled into the light of an oil lamp that seemed to burn brighter in her presence to reveal every gruesome feature that had been hidden in shadow. And to her horror Fang finally saw that it wasn't dirt that covered it's face and dress, it was blood. It was smeared across it's growling face, and the demon's hands were marred and dark with it as it spread its claws onto the stony floor.
The huntress knew that if she looked away it would attack and so she kept her eyes on the demon and her hands spread out in front of her. But as she defensively took another slow step backwards her heel caught on something and she fell. Her eyes left the creature as her hands flailed backwards to keep her head from hitting the floor and with a dull thud her elbow made impact with the soft object that had caused her to trip. Now at ground level, she could what it was that had caused her to fall, and her heart dropped in fear at the sudden realisation of her fate.
There were bodies, torn to shreds and spread out across the ground.
She looked up, just in time to see the monster's long white fangs as it pouched.
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Fang gave a yell as she bolted upright in her hospital bed. Still deep asleep and dreaming, she began to defend herself from the demon that was still attacking her in her nightmare. Vanille, who had been sleeping beside the bed until the Yun began to scream and thrash, was roused out of sleep and rushed to her bedside to try to stop the sleeping woman from falling out of her bed. Fang's eyes were open but Vanille could tell that she was still asleep because her punches were sluggish and imprecise, and if the hunter had been fully awake Vanille would have never been able to get a hold on both her wrists. She held onto her arms and gently tried to wake Fang by calling her name but it just made the brunette increase her efforts, twisting her hands to try to escape the firm grip on her arms. Her face was contorted in pain from whatever horrors she was experiencing as she slept, and it broke Vanille's heart as it always did during Fang's night terrors, when she began calling for her dead mother.
"It's okay Fang. It was just a dream. It's okay. I'm here," Vanille repeated gently until Fang's face slackened and her arms relaxed dropped to her lap. Vanille held onto Fang's hands, soothingly rubbing her thumb over the back of her hand as Fang began to wake up. She blinked her eyes slowly, and Vanille watched as Fang's gaze cleared and she focussed on her sister. A relieved grin spread across the redhead's face.
"Thank Etro." Fang rasped when she that it was Vanille standing next to her bedside. The pain that flared in her damaged throat when she spoke felt like the words were clawing over raw exposed skin but she ignored it, she was just so thankful that Vanille was okay. She easily slipped out of Vanille's grasp and wrapped her arms around her sister, pulling her half onto the bed and into a fierce hug. They spoke over each other as they fussed, asking each other if they were okay, then hugging again, then pulling away to ask if they were okay again, then hugging again. It was a repetitive circle of concern and reassurance, broken only when Fang lifted Vanille's t-shirt to check for any hidden injuries. The Dia felt a cool breeze on her midriff and realised what the huntress was doing. Yelping in protest she quickly stepped back onto the floor and out of Fang's reach before she had a chance to lift her skirt as well, while smacking her concerned sister's hands away. "Fang stop it. They said I'm fine. Just a few bruises." Vanille rearranged her dishevelled clothing and rolled her eyes at the grinning, triumphant huntress who, as always, looked very pleased to have taken the beating for her little sister.
Fang's smile dropped as her gaze drifted to Vanille's neck and she saw the outline of dark bruises on her sister's pale skin where that demon had held her by the throat. Just a few bruises. Just a few bruises! Everything that had happened in that alley came back to her and so did the anger in a hot and eager flood of emotion. Growling, Fang attempted to get out of bed deciding that she was going to hunt them down and break open their hideous faces.
"Oerba Yun Fang!" Fang flinched and paused with one leg hanging over her bed at the sound of Vanille's reprimanding tone, a tone the huntress knew well and feared to hear. Vanille was a loving, warm and cheerful woman, but when she was being bossy she was seriously scary. Slowly and with some trepidation, she looked up to see Vanille scowling at her with her hands on her hips and her lips pursed. "You best stay in that bed and rest or I'll give you such an ear bashing you'll wish I'd left you in that alley," she warned and wagged a finger at the bashful looking Yun. "You think I want to wait around in this hospital any longer than I have already because you wanted to jump out of bed to play hero in a confrontation that's already happened! And look how well that turned out the first time…"
Still scowling and scolding, Vanille nudged Fang on her shoulder and motioned for her to get back into bed, to which Fang obeyed. She hissed when the movement stretched her bruised ribs, and hissed again as Vanille began tucking her back into bed a little too rigorously. Finally relaxing, she lay back down and watched Vanille move around her bed to tuck her back into bed. She felt a little guilty for worrying her sister who's eyes were red from crying and exhaustion, but she felt lucky too. Fang smiled gently and her heart swelled with love for her little sister and, not for the first or last time, she felt very blessed to have someone who cared about her so much. Vanille was alive and she was alive. That meant Fang was happy and she found herself begin to calm.
Besides, she could always hunt them down and kick their arses later.
Now fully awake she took in her surroundings and was very glad to be in a private room of a hospital and not still lying in the alleyway where she had been attacked. Through the partially open door, she could see and hear the doctors and nurses rushing back and forth, and the place had the telltale smell of a strong disinfectant.
Afraid of what she might find, she hesitantly lifted her blanket to assess the damage, ignoring Vanille's cry of protest when it displaced the blanket she had just tucked around her, and was pleased to find that when she lifted her bloodied, tattered T-shirt it wasn't as bad as she had feared. Bit black and blue and ribs were already taped up, and there was a residual taste of iron in her mouth. But on the up-side she could feel all her teeth when she checked them with her tongue and when she passed a finger over her nose she was pleased to find that is was unbroken.. However when she looked at the leg the woman had stamped on, she was displeased to find that it had been broken and her right leg was in a cast up to her knee, and that they'd cut open her favourite skinny jeans to do it. She groaned in disappointment, from experience she knew that she wouldn't be able to manage anything faster than a lumbering hobble for at least a month and for a gym and extreme sport addict like herself that was the incredibly annoying. But it didn't really matter because those things, including the pain, were only temporary. Every inch of her was still hurting, but they were safe, they were cared for, and they were alive.
Her thoughts were drawn back to her nightmare. She should have been used to it by now. She experienced it regularly, almost nightly on some months but it never lost any inch of its impact and always managed to leave her shaken, because the nightmare wasn't a fantasy but the very real memory of her tribe's massacre. But the second part of the nightmare, with the feral creature, that was new. She shivered slightly as she thought of those bright blue eyes holding her in such cold malevolence. But as dreams tend to do, the details began to fade the more she thought about it and she was too tired, and too shaken by it to even want to grasp onto any of the details. Instead she was left with the impression of grief and total despair. It was a feeling she had felt before and would have given into entirely if it hadn't been for Vanille.
Seemingly out of nowhere you suddenly thought of the cat. "Lightning!" She said aloud. Remembering how the cat's body had slammed against the wall she was afraid of what the answer might be but she had to know what had happened to the brave little cat that had come to their rescue. "How is the cat?" She said again in a quiet voice, nervously picking at a loose thread hanging from her blanket while avoiding eye contact with the younger woman. Vanille turned looked towards her sister surprised at how meek the strong huntress looked at that moment.
"She's badly injured but she'll live." Fang breathed a small sigh of relief. "I called Hope after the paramedics and he took her to the emergency vets. He says that she'll need lots of rest and someone to keep an eye on her-"
"I'll do it," Fang interrupted without looking up.
"Are you sure? You've got your own recovery to worry about, and we can look after her at the shelter."
Fang's eyes flicked up to meet her sister's. "Yes, I want to."
Vanille frowned at Fang's guilty expression, sometimes her sister could be so stupid. She knew were sister well enough to know that now was not the right time to convince the brunette that she wasn't to blame for Lightning's condition so she acted instead and gave her sister another hug. Fand tugged on her waist, until Vanille got the idea and got back onto the bed settling down next to her sister. Fang wrapped an arm around her shoulders and without thinking Vanille carefully laid her head on her collarbone in an embrace they had shared hundreds of times before.
"How are you really feeling?" Vanille said quietly after a moment and sat back slightly to look at her sister's face. Vanille's face winched in sympathy at the sight of Fang's bruised and swollen face. Her jaw and cheekbones were covered in dark discoloured marks, her lips looked sore and bottom lip was split and had been bleeding. Her left eye was swollen and half-closed, and with the pattern of bruises mostly on the left side of her face, Vanille surmised that the attacker must have led with their right. She was used to looking after Fang after she had been in a fight but she hadn't seen Fang so badly beaten in years and it hurt to look at her sister in such a state.
"Bloody awful," Fang admitted in a rasping voice and rubbed at her throat with one of her hands. Her throat still felt like the demon's heel was pressing on her neck and pain flared in her throat with every word every time she spoke meaning that she could barely manage anything above a whisper. When she had woken up the pain had been more of a general ache over her entire body, but now she was calming and the adrenaline was wearing off she was uneager to find out which one of her injuries would win out in the 'biggest bitch' competition – her ribs, her face, her leg? It was her head that was the clear winner in the end, but then the woman did hit it with a plank of wood. The throbbing where she had been struck was blossoming into heavy spasms, and from there the pain was creeping out, raking around her head to bury itself behind her eyes. "How long have I been unconscious?" She asked, narrowing her good eye to shield it from the intrusive white light of the fluorescent hospital strip lights.
"A few hours. The doctor was worried that you might have a concussion," Vanille suddenly remembered what the Doctor had told her, so she stood up and smoothed down her skirt as she made her way to the door of the private room. "I should go get her 'cause she said that she'd want to do some more checks once you were awake. I'll give Hope a call as well and tell him to bring Lightning back to our house. He's got a key," she added as she was half way out of the door.
Fang's jaw dropped. "He's got a what!" She squawked, hurting her throat and momentarily forgetting about her headache. She had no idea her sister's relationship with Hope was that serious. "And when were you going to tell me that your boy toy could let himself into our house whenever he wanted?" she questioned, but Vanille didn't answer she just giggled mischievously as she left the room and continued laughing as she walked down the corridor. Sometimes Fang really hated that laugh.
Now alone, Fang allowed herself to contort in pain, hugging her throbbing ribs and groaning at her aching head. It had taken a great deal of Fang's strength to hide how much she was suffering from Vanille but she hated worrying her sister, at least any more than she had already. Glancing at her bedside table she spotted a plastic cup of water and released one arm from her around her waist to grab a sip to quench her dry throat while wishing it was something stronger.
That doctor better have some bloody good painkillers.
She replaced the cup and carefully laid her head back down onto the thin hospital pillows to stare up at the white ceiling. This is one beating that's gonna take a long time to recover from, she thought. Even that simply action had left her feeling exhausted and aching. But it had been worth it.
When she had retold her tale of the Yun massacre and the hazy memory of saving Vanille to the authorities in Oerba, they didn't believe her until the Dia corroborated her entire story. Fang, like her mother, was unusually strong for her age and sex but Fang hadn't been able to deadlift the weight of a car again until she was in her early 20s and that had been after years of daily training in the gym. The media who had caught onto the story had called it hysterical strength, but Fang preferred to think of it as the lengths she would go to save her little sister.
Because she would. Once she'd healed she'd take this beating again, and again, and again if it meant Vanille was safe. Just the thought of losing Vanille, of losing her family for the second time had Fang covering her mouth with her hand to bite back a sob just as the door began to open. Looking to the door, the huntress quickly wiped her eyes before Vanille and her doctor could see that she had been crying.
It turned out that the doctor did have some delightful painkillers, that were strong enough to take the edge of the pain without making her too drowsy or exacerbate her dizziness. To Vanille and Fang's great relief, the Doctor's examination found that the huntress hadn't sustained a concussion and all her injuries had been tended to which meant she didn't have to spend the rest of the night or rather morning, stuck in hospital.
"The police are outside," the doctor told them while finishing a few notes on Fang's charts. "They'd like to talk to you before you're discharged. Is that okay?"
Fang rolled her eyes and gave an irritated sigh. She just wanted to go home and curl up into her own bed, but she understood the officer's desire to get witness statements as soon as possible when the events were still fresh and not open to the deceptions of time. "Yeah, thanks Doc. You can send them in." The pretty brunette, nodded her head and told them that she would have the discharge papers waiting for them when they had finished, and then left the two Pulsians alone in the hospital room.
Fang removed the blanket covering her and with Vanille's help Fang moved to sit up and slide to the edge of the bed. She grimaced in pain, the move had made her ribs yell in protest and she bowed her head, concentrating on taking large deep breaths to dull the ache that managed to bypass the painkillers. "This is likely to be the strangest statement they'll ever take," Fang mused aloud between breaths, trying to sound light and breezy even though the strong twinges in her bruised ribs made her gasp and interrupt her speech. "Well," she corrected herself with a chuckle and looked at her sister, "the weirdest statement since they listened to yours."
"I didn't tell them anything," Vanille muttered sitting beside her on the bed, and taking Fang's hand in her own.
Fang frowned as she watched Vanille turn over her hand to run her fingers over the brunette's bruised grazed knuckles. "Why wouldn't you tell them what happened to us?" She leaned down to try and catch her eye but Vanille seemed more interested in the damage to Fang's knuckles than answering any of her questions. "Vanille," Fang said sharply. Vanille slowly looked up and it was then that Fang noticed that her sister's eyes had become glazed and blank as she explained in a hollow voice.
"I can't remember anything."
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Hope you liked it guys. It was a real biatch to write is all I'm sayin.
FYI, Ger is a portable round tent used by nomadic Mongolians.
The closest I've ever got to hurting myself is when I broke my thumb playing football a.k.a soccer (I was in goal before anyone starts taking the piss), so if anyone can give me an idea of what it feels like when you're recovering from a broken rib or leg or brain injury I'd be much obliged.
Let me know what ya think. Always appreciate feedback.