Chapter 2.

"Out of my way!" shouted a burly axe-wielding merchie, "This is my kill! You will die!"

The loud shouting stopped our two heroes on their tracks. In front of them, the merchant bearing an axe twice his size was running after a rocker. He hit it once, missed hit it again and finally landed a nice clean blow at the fiend. Unfortunately it was not strong enough to kill the Rocker. The overgrown insect hit back with the guitar and knocked the merchant off his feet.

Even while lying down and bleeding, the merchant was still screaming "Out of my way! This is my kill! I have the power!"

The blue-haired swordie stared at the merchant "Why does he keep on saying the same words?"

Jappa exhaled and replied, "that's coz the owner of that bot is stupid. And that only goes to show that the author is watching too much violent anime and has the lingual capacity of a retarded parakeet trained in a VHS rental shop."

"Ummm.. but why are there bots in this story if this story is supposed to be about something else?"

The huntress shrugged and smirked. "I have a hunch this is all part of the author's plan of injecting some of his stupid ideas in this poor-excuse-for-a-fic. That's another sign that the writer is suffering from faddism coupled with attention deficiency syndrome. If I were him I'd..."

Japp was finishing her sentence when a wave of blue energy directly ripped off from dragonball or whatever streaked a few inches (Yes, always inches away.) from the front of her and Gynn directly into the area where the bot was killing off oversized faded-green grasshoppers with wooden guitars, which is of course probably one of the dumbest concepts for an MMORPG enemy.

The bot vanished in an instant, leaving only a burnt circle on the ground and a few bits of jellopy from his stash. Gynn DoubleWordedSurname turned to check where the blast had come from and found a brown-haired evil-looking cowboy-mustached man in a white robe and funny-looking antennae that hardcores would dutifully correct me by saying "horns". His right arm was still smoking from the blast.

"What's a high-leveled GM doing here?" asked Gynn.

The GM stared at Gynn for a very long time, during which nothing seemed to move. Except for the proverbial camera doing spins and zooms or whatever.

And except maybe for Jappa.

"Hey, aren't you GM Valla from our author's other fic?" asked the huntress as she started to recognize the face.

Trance broken, the brown-haired GM replied, "Yeah, I WAS supposed to be a GM from Awakening Adam."

Jappa and the awe-struck Gynn approacehed the robed man.

Jappa then followed up her question, "then what the hell are you doing here in our fic?"

The man called Valla fanned his smoking right arm with his left hand and replied, "I'm currently out of work. The author put off working on A.A. just before my scene was about to be written just because he saw a cheap-ass tagalog film named "Gising na Adan" (translation: Adam is Awake, a very strong Euphemism if you still can't quite catch it). I'm a struggling character, I need to eat. Even if this fic is crappy, if it gives me more exposure, I'd bite it."

Jappa smirked. "We're on the same crappy boat then. Shall we continue with the story?"

"Oh, yeah!" the GM put on a serious face again. He stared at Gynn once more and replied in a deep, booming tone just to keep the mystery burning, "I'm watching you."

Another second passed and the GM just vanished, in his place, six gajillion Baphomets appeared.

"Whoah! That's a lot of nuts, erm, Baphomets!" shouted Gynn.

Jappa crossed her arms and made no attempt at moving. "Cheap plotdevice for a cheap story."

"I can do this," said the challenging swordie, "I'm supposed to be the protagonist so I can do this!"

And so the swordie attacked and killed off some baphomets but got cornered by the surviving Baphomets. And yes, that's about as vague as it gets. The author is assuming you can see what he is seeing so he doesn't need to describe anything. Use your imagination for crissakes. I don't even care how a swordie can kill Baphomets anymore.

Jappa still stood motionless from where she had been standing since the Baphos appeared. "Mention me after this pre-packed plot scene is over."

"Damn, this is over for me," said the worn-out swordie as twenty more devils circled him. But we all know it's never really over when the hero says stupid things like that. Dead giveaway.

And without further ado, a large blast of white energy from a nearby field exit wiped out the remaining Baphos.

A priest with flowing, skyblue hair stood at the end of the field where the blast had come from. He had strong Pronteran features, a pronounced nasal bone, well-tanned beach skin and hazel eyes.

Gynn immediately noticed the man and exclaimed "Hey, why is that man more manly than me? This is supposed to be MY fic."

"The name's Jan Konstantin, asshole. I'm supposed to be your rival/bestfriend in this fic, ergo, according the to the rules of manga an anime, I have to look hellot better than you. Also, I saved your ass so you are now indebted to me."

Though fallen and injured and being healed by Jan, Gynn's shook his fists in an angry fit.

"Hey, who you callin' asshole, asshole!"

Jan shrugged and then continued bandaging the wound. "I dunno. It comes with the character."

Jappa finally got tired of not being in the scene so she approached the two clueless dolts.

"Are you two finished with the mandatory quarrelsome introduction? You've eaten enough paragraphs already."

Jan looked at Gynn, both men sporting puzzled faces.

"What par-u-graph is she talking about?"

"Dunno. She's really weird. Pretty and half-naked but weird."

Jappa's blue eyeballs rolled from on corner of her eye to the other. "You know Mr. Jan Konstantin, your name really sounds mighty familiar, like it's from a mainstream movie character or something..."

Jan immediately took a defensive stance. "You must be imagining things! I'm as original as it gets! I'm an ex-priest with a mission to rid this world of demons trying to destroy mankind using my kick-ass exorcism spells."

"Riight. Cough Ripoff Cough" retorted the bored huntress, "somebody here should start considering creative juice transfusion. This fic is definitely not getting any better."

"I INVOKE THE POWER OF COINICIDENCE!" shouted the white-haired priest.

"Coincidence? Damn, I hate it when that happens."

After saying that, the huntress was silent. Why? Because I want her to stay that way! I am creative! I just happen to get a lot of direct inspiration from what I...
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Back to the story.

Then, more Baphomets appeared out of nowhere. How? I dont know! Plot device, dammit.

"Hey Jan, use your powerful light thingies again so this chapter can be finished already."

Jan shrugged. "I cant. There's a rule wherein allies become 10x weaker when transitioning from a bad guy to a good guy. It's a sidekick thing, sorry."

"Damn," replied the swordie. He then took out his lucky coin and said, "I guess this thing doesnt give me luck afterall."

Just then, an energy blast came from the coin and instantly wiped out the enemies in a very deus ex machina fashion. Sorry, no card drops in this story.

"Wow, I thought this coin was just an ordinary heirloom given to me by my grandfather to protect me in times of need."

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Jan Konstantin looked at the glowing coin in disbelief. He whispered to himself, "It's the cursed ebon boyar coin of the half-god Anubis!"

The huntress then followed up, just to say that she wasn't being left behind for this chapter, "The what? That sounds lame."

And then Jan didn't say no more, because not saying what things meant when asked to do so is the essence of keeping something mysterious. "I'm coming with you guys now to whatever place this plot will be bringing us."

Jappa then nodded. "We'll be heading towards fan fiction hell for collaborating with this story. I hope you've already accepted that."

And so the duo has become a trio. And they are now ready to face their greatest challenge yet.

End.

Author's Notes: More nonesensical narration for this chapter. Most of the items for this chap actually came from older half-week RB fics that didnt quite make it... of course, I just had to inject my own writing stupidity at some parts too, because hey, nobody sees your own stupidity better than you, but only months after everybody has seen it for themselves.

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