Hello, people of the internet. This your insane author here to bring you a special announcement. First, I would like to apologize to the lack of writing. Exams have been happening and I just couldn't find the time. Second, since 413 is coming up, as well as summer, I will either have no time or more time. I will try to type as much as I could. But I'm going to Florida soon so I don't know how that'll be. And Finally for my announcements, SHOUT OUTS! Shout out for Pyrusblade and gsunny6 for the reviews. For Skylord-Xenysis, talisebrown1234, and AGuyWhoCan'tWrite for the follows. And for Darkrai's Daughter and AGuyWhoCan'tWrite for the favorites. Thanks to all who supported me from the beginning to now. DISCALIMER: If I was Hussie, I would not have a 4 year old dell laptop. 3 year old Mac at best.

The Asshole, More Weapons, and Crazy Girls

ANDY : BE THE ASSHOLE

Andy is not longer conscious. Again. So we will just go to the next stupid kid, who is also the asshole.

A young douche bag sits in front of his dumbass computers, also known as The Station. This young dick face just watched his friend get kidnapped. What will he do?

DUMBFUCK: DO SOMETHING

You can't. Not only is the overbearing guilt weighing you down, but you are also being trolled by a girl with a nasal problem.

gradicalChaos [GC] began trolling sadistGiorna [SG] at 11:41

GC: Sup, k4ndy k4d3?

GC: 4r3 you r34dy to g3t th1s sh1t st4rt3d?

SG: What shit? the shit i let loose by being a fucking dick to PG, making her block me, again mind you, which caused her to somehow get kidnapped by some demon asshole from hell?

GC: Uh no bro, I m34nt f1n1sh th3 b4s1c proc3ss 4nd conn3ct1ng w1th your s3rv3r pl4y3r.

SG: my server player? what about PG? how can i play this stupid fucking game if my god damn leader and client player is in danger?

GC: H3h3h3h, you sound l1ke K4nkr1.

SG: I sound like...Kankri?

GC: Y34h! H3s th1s dud3 from my t34m. R34lly l1k3s to t4lk. 4 lot. H3 m34ns w3ll though. K1nd4 cr33py som3t1m3s tho.

SG: So to make me feel better, you compare me to a creepy troll who talks a lot.

SG: Thanks, Latula. That really makes me feel better.

GC: 1m sur3 h3 do3snt m34n to 4ct cr33py! K4nkr1s 4 r4d guy! Sur3, h3 m4y 4ct r34lly cr33py by compl1m3nt1ng th3 w4y my h41r flows 1n th3 w1nd, but h3s 4 good guy. R34lly.

GC: Trust m3, wh3n h3 s4w th3 whol3 k1dn4pp1ng th1ng on the mon1tors, h3 fr34k3d out! 1t took thr33 trolls to c4lm h1m down.

SG: Three?

GC: Sk1nny troll, w1ck3d str3ngth.

SG: Ah.

SG: Wait a second.

GC: Wh4t?

SG: You knew. About PG getting kidnapped.

SG: You knew and didn't say anything.

GC: Bro, bro. B3for3 you fl1p your l1d, l3t m3 s4y th1s.

GC: 1 would hav3 told you, 1d t3ll you 4ll you n33d to know how to stop 1t, c4us3 th4t sh1t 41n't cool. But 1m not 3x4ctly 4 T1m3 pl4y3r mys3lf. Th4t's D4m's t3rr1tory. 1 d34l w1th M1nd stuff, not T1m3. 1 don't know wh4t would h4ppe3n 1f th3 guy d1dn't t4k3 h3r. M4yb3 th3y f1ght 1t out or st4rt 4 k1sm3s1s or som3th1ng, 4nd you'd 4usp1t1z3. Wh4t 1 do know 1s th4t 1 4m no K33p3r of Hum4ns 4nd m3mory stuff. Th4t's 4r4n34. Sh3 m4k3s th4t pl4ns 4nd th3 sch3dul3. 1 just follow. 1m not r34lly sur3 why but wh4t3v3r. 1 s1gn3d up for th3 hum4n tr41n 4nd 1 4m pr3p4r3d to t4k3 th3 R1D3!

GC: Wh4t 1m try1ng to s4y 1s, l3t f4t3 t4k3 1t's cours3, bro. Don't try to stop 1t 31th3r c4us3 b4d th1ngs w1ll h4pp3n 1f you do.

SG: Alright, fine. I'll take your word for it.

GC: Now, l3t's g3t th1s p4rty st4rt3d!

GC: UH, c4n you t3ll m3 wh4t I g4v3 you th3 l4st t1m3?

GC: 1t w4s 3v3ryth1ng r1ght?

SG: By everything, you must mean the modus, the cards, and the disks.

GC: OH! Th3 Str1f3 D3ck!

GC: Th4t's why you fought your hum4n lusus w1th knuckl3k1nd.

SG: Do I use anything else?

GC: H3llz y34h! Bro, bro. Pr3p4r3d to b3 4m4z3d.

A blue light flashed on your bed. When the light vanished, a pale gray-blue box is in it's place. You get off your comfy chair and walk cautiously towards the box. It's not like you don't trust her, but you would like to be safe. You pick up the box. God Damn, this is heavy. You open the box and look inside.

Holy mother of Skyrim.

Inside is a pair of matching bronze gauntlet. You pick one of them up. God, even if you worked your entire life, you'd never be able to afford one of these. For the amazing detail to the metal work on the hand. You slid the gauntlet on your hand. The inside has some leather cushion, and fell really really comfortable. You stretch out your fingers then clench them, watching the metal move and showing bits of leather.

You hear a ding from your computer.

GC: H3y, you l1k1ng th3 n3w w34pon?

SG: Yeah but uh

SG: How?

GC: How wh4t?

SG: How did you make these beautiful things?

GC: 1 don't re34lly know.

GC: 1t w4s just 1n th3 box.

SG: Where did you get it from?

GC: 1 dunno.

GC: W3 w3r3 just s3tt1ng up 4 coupl3 hours 4go form my t1m3 4nd B4M! Four box3s 4pp34r out of no wh3r3.

GC: W3 thought 4bout throw1ng th3m 4w4y but s1nc3 1t h4d your s1gns on 1t w3 w3r3 4ll l1k3 N4h! L3t's g1v3 1t to th3m 1nst34d.

SG: So the guantlets were already in there?

GC: Y34h, pr3tty fr34ky 1f you 4sk m3.

SG: No, The other three we empty with just notes and cards. Yours just had the hand metal thingy.

SG: Why?

GC: 1 dunno. 1 try not to th1nk 4bout wh3r3 4ll th1s stuff comes from. G1v3s m3 b4d v1b3s, you know?

SG: I guess I can agree with that.

GC: 4ww y34h. Tot3s my go4ts!

SG: Yeah.

SG: So, I'm just going to attach this to my strife deck now.

GC: W41T!

SG: Wait what?

GC: Th1s 1sn't your str1f3 w34pon.

SG: What?

GC: 1t's not. 1m looking 4t your t1m3l1n3 r1ght now, K4ndy K4d3, 4nd you don't us3 thos3 m3t4l h4nd th1ngs for som3 t1m3 1n th3 futur3.

SG: Are you serious?

GC: Compl33ly, brom3o.

SG: Ugh, fine.

SG: So what do I use?

GC: 1 h4d to 4sk th3 douch3 f1sh bully of my m4t3spr1t3 but 1 th1nk 1t's c4ll3d...Box3r...f1sts? R1ght? B3c4us3 1f h3 w4s ly1ng 1m gonn4 k1ck h1m to hum4n T1m-Buck-Tu3.

SG: Kinda. They're called Boxer Gloves.

GC: Cool. So 1 don't n33d to doubl3-k1ll som3on3?

SG: Double-kill? How do you- You know what? I don't want to know.

GC: H3h3h3h3

SG: Where are the god damn gloves?

GC: 1n your hum4n lusus's r3sp1t3block.

SG: He's not my lusus.

SG: Whatever that is.

GC: You know, your hum4n gu4rd14n.

SG: My cousin.

GC: Y34h, wh4t3v3r th4t 1s, your w34pon 1s 1n h1s room.

SG: Why his room?

GC: 1 dunno. H3 put 1t 1n ther3 for you 1 gu3ss.

SG: What, does he know about the game?

GC: How should 1 know? Wh1l3 h3 s33ms pr3tty fr34k1n cool, h3s st1ll just 4 hum4n. No off3ns3.

SG: No, I get it. But him being human makes me curious.

GC: N4h, 1 g3t 1t. Your lusus 1s pr3tty sl1ck.

SG: He's not my lusus.

GC: Suuuuuuur3 h3s not ;]

SG: Seriously.

GC: 1 und3rst4nd. :]

SG: Here, I'll make a face now.

SG: -_- +

GC: Wh4t's th3 plus s1gn for?

SG: It's a middle finger. GA taught me that.

GC: Oh! 1 s33 1t now! Cut3, K4ndy K4d3.

SG: Can we go back to the topic at hand, please? You're starting to annoy me.

GC: Sorry, not sorry!

GC: So w34pons, r1ght? W3 got th4t one don3.

SG: Not really.

GC: D1d you g3t both d1sks from your lusus?

SG: Not my lusus, and yes, I did.

GC: Good. Now cont4ct th4t 4ss4ss14n g1rl 4nd pl4y!

SG: Seriously? That's it.

GC: W3ll, wh4t d1d you 3xp3ct?

SG: No advice? No cheat codes?

GC: H3r3's som3 r4d1c4l 4dv1c3!

GC: Don't d13 4nd w4tch out for kn1v3s!

gradicalChaos [GC] creased trolling sadistGoirna [SG] at 11:58

You don't understood girls, and you doubt you ever will. You hear another ding come from your computer.

godlyAssassian [GA] begain pestering sadistGoirna [SG] at 11:59

GA: Hey

GA: We need to talk

God fucking damn it!

I love Latula, I really do, but her quirk is a real pain in the ass. Anyway, thanks to anyone that made it this far. It's been a big help! I was also wondering, What's better, Wattpad or Archive on your own? I was hoping to write this somewhere else but can't chose between these two. So now for a new segment, story time! Once, when me and Cara we going to the Library with Kade, I put a bow in his hair and a pink scarf around his neck. His cosin saw this and scolded him for walking out in public like that. It was kinda funny but I felt really bad about it. So I bought him a can of soda. Cheered him right up. Anyway, Witch Of Blood, out!