40:59:50…

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU…" Mad Dawg had been holding the 'U' in this curse for nearly an hour now. After Delilah had disappeared, Dawg had been so horrified by what had happened, all he could do was fall to his knees and attempt to swear, but for a good hour, he hadn't been able to. Seriously, he had been trying for over an hour to get this single, solitary curse out… but nothing.

"WHY!?" He shouted up to the sky, having finally gotten out from the depths below, returning to 'hell', or at least to the level he normally did. He felt like he was going to cry, but he didn't feel sad, he felt angry. "WHY!?" He shouted again, looking up to the light which he had been told was Heaven. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!"

There wasn't a response, which was expected, but Mad Dawg felt like maybe he freakin' deserved one. After everything he had gone through, he didn't want an explanation for why he was in hell, he knew why he was… he didn't want an explanation for why what had happened had happened, but he wanted an answer as to why the only option now was to destroy the hotel. He wanted to know why the only option was to betray the one woman or demon who actually wanted change, who wanted to help people be better than they were! Why was the only way he could get out of here, by damning so many others to an eternity of pain!? Everything Dawg knew about God suggested he wouldn't want that!

Even though there was a literal clock ticking down to his damnation, Mad Dawg sat down on a rock he found as he began walking back to the main 'city' for lack of a better term, and quietly contemplated everything which was happening. There wasn't a good answer, there wasn't a good response to any of this! And now, he had to choose between two terrible options. Hurt himself, or hurt his friend.

"And yeah, Charlie's my friend." Mad Dawg thought matter-of-factly, shutting down any mental arguments before they could begin. "She's stuck up for me, went out of her way to help me, admitted she made mistakes and tried to change… she's my friend. Could… could I explain this to her? Maybe I could tell her what's happening, and then she'd agree to help find some compromise. Yeah! That could work!"

However, his mind flashed back to what he had seen below, the bodies left in chains and wires, those 'redeemed' by the hotel, and fear took over once more.

"But what if telling her…"

"…hURTS SO MaNy MorE?" Virus finished Dawgs' thought, and the mutant recoiled in annoyance and surprise at his sudden appearance. Virus looked at Dawg, and his body twisted inhumanly, like he was a snake made of clay, and the melted, damaged mask came dangerously close to Dawg's face. "WHAt if telLINg her caUSeS heR to SPIrAl INTo INsaNitY? To folLOW ThE PAth oF HeR dADdY? Heh, wHAt if deLilah'S lYin' tO ya? aND aLl tHIs iS jusT A BIg Ol' LoAd oF It?"

"Look, just… just stop and think for a second." Mad Dawg ordered himself. "What if Delilah's right? What if there really IS no way out? Charlie's never fully explained how the 'redemption' thing works, beyond a wing and a prayer…" He didn't like where his train of thought was going, but sometimes, the truth could be knew that ALL too well…

"Delilah's an angel. She can't lie, right?" Mad Dawg bit his lip, thinking things over, trying to find a good answer where none existed.

"wHaT iF... WHAt if BY dEStOryInG tHe HOTeL, yOu're rEAlLy SAVING All thOSE InNOCEnT SOuLS?"

"NO! DAMN IT, NO!" Mad Dawg snapped, angered. He whirled around on Virus and met his melted mask. "I know what you're doing! And it's not gonna work!"

Mad Dawg shook his head and forced himself onwards. Virus, at the best of times, would tell him to kill someone. At the worst, he'd tell him to kill someone. Really, Mad Dawg didn't know why the DJ was following him, and he really wanted him to stop. The only times Dawg had ever got Virus to shut up was when he called out his sisters' death. But, by doing that, Dawg felt like he was falling to his level.

Mad Dawg did that once, he wasn't gonna do it again.

"HEy, dIPsHIt. Did You eVER stOp aNd wOnDeR How i foLLOweD yOu intO HeLl? LIkE, We'rE from ANoTHER dimEnSion. IT maKES SENse HoW yOu goT HERe, bUT hOW DID i Get hEre?"

That flat, almost annoyed statement made Mad Dawg freeze in his tracks. That… was a very, very good question. How WAS Virus down here?! He wasn't dead, so Virus couldn't be his 'punishment', now could he?

"Kace, YOU GOtTa aSK yOUrSELf SomEtHIn'. HOw FAR arE y'WIllIN' t'GO tO GeT BAcK HomE?" Virus asked, seeming… genuine in his question. It didn't answer his previous 'how-am-I-here?' question, but Dawg didn't much care for that answer.

"I'll do anything… but I won't do that." Mad Dawg replied, pushing Virus away, who began to float beside him, as if casually gliding on the air.

"WeLL, WE dON't HaVe Much Of a CHOiCe now! eiTHEr We MAn UP AND BlOW Up tHaT HOTel, OR YOu aIn't SEeIn' LenA, MArCuS, raY, jEssE, mAko oR aNgELA, EVER. AGAIN!"

Dawg hated giving Virus anything to hold onto, anything to twist into an idea which could hurt him, but he was scared, kinda. What if Virus… was right? What if Delilah was telling the truth, and anyone who was 'redeemed' was killed?! Charlie couldn't've known about it. If she did, she wouldn't have been so determined to get him to come back! She could've taken some other poor sap who needed 'help' and sent them through, but she chose to help him regardless!

"That's him?" A figure blinked, raising a brow as he looked through a scope at Mad Dawg. "Hrgh… not exactly what I was exepctin', but whatever…" At that moment, Dawg disappeared into an alley. "Agh, shoot… Still, I got yer scent, you ain't getting' away from me…


34:22:18…

Mad Dawg had a plan. It was stupid, reckless, and downright insane, but it just, might, work. Dawg didn't want to destroy the hotel. He couldn't! It meant so much to Charlie, and it was a sign of hope for souls in hell, whether they knew it or not! Plus, the devil clearly didn't like it, so sticking it to him was another reason why Dawg was looking for alternatives. But… he was beginning to wonder if this alternative was worse than his current dilemma.

He pushed open the doors to the hotel and walked in, trying to keep his head low. Thankfully, there was no one there to greet him, so he assumed the others were doing… whatever it was they were doing. Getting into the elevator Dawg exhaled, and hit a specific floor.

"I can't believe I'm actually going to do this…" Mad Dawg thought, shaking his head. "This is insane! This is suicide! This is- totally something I would do." Dawg couldn't help but smirk and shake his head at the pure insanity of his plan. It very much seemed like something he would do. Something so stupid and reckless that it had a surprisingly good chance of succeeding.

"Well, here goes nothing." Mad Dawg sighed, walking down the hall, before coming to an open door, glowing with demonic energy and sigils floating about. Sighing, Dawg confidently strode into the room.

"Hey, Alastor!" Mad Dawg spoke up, sounding far happier than he felt. "Listen, are you busy? I was hopin' I could talk to you."

In mere moments, Alastor appeared before Mad Dawg, grinning as always, and motioned to a table and chairs. It was clear he was excited about this, and he didn't even know what was happening.

"Well, pull up a chair my lupine lad! What can I possibly do for you?" It was clear for the way he was speaking and moving, Alastor was loving every single second of this.

"I… hoo boy… I need help." Mad Dawg sighed, sounding defeated as he accepted the seat, flipping it around and sitting on it, resting on the back.

"Oh, really? And what could you possibly need my help with? Seeking revenge? Need help learning dark magic? Did you finally find the special someone who's stolen your soul and you don't know how to talk to them?!" Alastor listed off a few scenarios, various items appearing from thin air as he did so. "I'll admit, Angel Dust may be better suited to help with that last one, but still. I'll do what I can!"

"No, no. It's none of those. I've got- well- I've got an Angelic problem, so to say." Mad Dawg coughed, stumbling over the words slightly as he tried to explain his situation without making himself seem desperate.

"Oh, REALLY?" Alastor asked, leaning forward, now clearly intrigued. It was honestly more of a struggle for Mad Dawg to keep up the 'laid back' act than he expected.

"Yeah. I haven't told anyone this, but Delilah's been coming after me more and more." Mad Dawg admitted, rubbing the back of his head. He knew everyone knew about him and Delilah after that stupid broadcast, but no one but the Angel, the devil and himself knew what came after, and he wanted to keep it like that.

"Hm. That's rather odd." Alastor mused, scratching his chin. "Why would she be so interested in you? Sure, we all saw what you've been through in your past, but that hardly seems like the kind of thing to get an Angel up in arms over. Tell me, has she said why she's looking for you?"

"No." Mad Dawg lied, and he had a strong feeling Alastor knew he was being lied to. But, he also knew this was the kinda thing the Radio Demon was looking for. Entertainment. He'd find Dawg's struggle amusing, he'd drag it out, he'd try to get him to come clean, but when he didn't… well, Alastor would just try again. And again.

"Y'know, I have to admit. After seeing the trials and tribulations you suffered through at the hands of that feeble-minded mess, er, Viral, was it?" Alastor asked, suddenly shifting gears.

"Virus."

"Ah, yes. A very fitting name for one who's mental instability and narcissism seemed to seep out into everyone around him." Alastor nodded before getting back on track. "I have to admit, Mad Dawg, I honestly believed you were merely playing us all for a fool with your stories of heroes and terrorists. I guess that'll teach ol' Al here to think twice before declaring something to be rubbish or not."

"Eh. Whatever."

"Ah, come now! Where's the insanity, the compassion, the humor?!" Alastor pressed. "Even in your darkest of moments, you try to make yourself and the world laugh! I have to admit, I like that about you!

"You saw what they did to me…?"

"Well, yes! Did you think I'd miss out on that?!" Alastor laughed, and Dawg felt his stomach churn. Yes, he knew Alastor had seen what had happened, but hearing him so casually mention it made his skin crawl.

"No, now that I think about it, I doubt you would." Mad Dawg conceded with a nod. He didn't want to get angry with the Radio Demon. Partially because he needed his help, potentially. But more because Dawg didn't know who would win in a fight between them. Yeah, Dawg was built of stern stuff. He had tanked a lot in his time with Overwatch, but he hadn't really ever gone against demon magic. So, sitting before someone so much of heck feared, Dawg decided to play to Alastor's weakness. His pride. "That's why I came to you. Realistically, you're the strongest demon I know."

"Oh, my boy. Flattery will get you nowhere. But please, do go on."

"No, I'm serious." Mad Dawg shook his head. "Look around us! Charlie may be the devil's daughter, but she genuinely wants to help people. Vaggie's just another mortal soul, nothing more, nothing less, then we get to those assholes at the studio, like Vox and Valentino." Mad Dawg knew he was beginning to get to Alastor, as he noticed the slightest hint of a scowl form at the mention of the Screen demon. "Those two are all talk and no show. They have power because they run a business! Not because they have powers which make people fear them!"

Mad Dawg took a moment, and paused, noting Alastor nod in agreement. From the look in his eyes, he seemed to be agreeing with everything Mad Dawg had said thus far, so, Dawg continued.

"And then there's that asshole at the top. That pompous apple prick who supposedly 'runs' this place! What the heck does he even do?! You're at least down here, scaring the souls outta everyone, and yet all he does is hide out in some castle! Not to mention he thinks he's the smartest man alive who can trick anyone into a one-sided deal which he'll go back on anyways!"

"Really now? And what makes you think my word is better than his?" Alastor asked with a slight laugh.

"Because I respect you."

Alastor blinked, his smile disappearing for a moment as he was floored by Dawgs' statement. He looked down at Mad Dawg, as if he had just admitted to being his son. That… wasn't what he expected.

"I'm sorry, could you please repeat that?" Alastor asked, Dawg noticing all the colour and pulsating energy seemed to have disappeared for a minute.

"This is gonna sound crazy, but I'm being one-hundred percent honest." Mad Dawg admittedly, speaking slowly as if he was in a confessional. "Out of all the demons I've met down here, the overlords, the royalty, all of em'. I respect you the most, because you don't act like you're something you're not. You're Alastor, the Radio Demon! All of hell knows it, and all of hell fears you! And if any demon has an issue with that, then it sucks to be them, because you sure as heck ain't changin'!"

Mad Dawg smirked when he saw Alastor seemed truly pleased with his statement. Hopefully he could get the Radio Demon to help him…

"Kace, my boy. I'd love to help you with your Angel problem." Alastor spoke in a surprisingly calm tone, although he smirked when Dawg bore his teeth at the use of the name 'Kace'. "But there are matters you, I, and even ol Lucy Lu himself cannot begin to combat! And this… well, this is one of those issues. We can't interfere with the Angels."

"So, you're telling me you wouldn't fight an angel if you got the chance?"

"Now, now. I never said that." Alastor said with a wave. "BUT. In matters like this, there is clearly more to this drama than we know about, and I would prefer to see it unfold to its final act, rather than cut it short."

"So, you're totally useless. Good to know." Mad Dawg growled, before turning his back and leaving, not seeing Alastor seem genuinely offended by his remark. But as usual, the Radio Demon merely grinned, as if knowing a joke that no one else did. He turned to his shadow, and nodded.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that…" Alastor spoke up, his voice becoming eerily clear. Mad Dawg, however, was done. He couldn't care less what Alastor had to say. He was running out of time, and he needed to get a plan together, and he was beginning to think of-

"Right here, right now. I'll put this offer out." Alastor suddenly said, appearing in front of Mad Dawg, startling the mutant. I don't want to chase you down, but I know you see it. You run with me, and I can cut you free. Out of the drudgery and chains you're trapped in."

"Uh-huh." Dawg skeptically raised a brow, looking up at Alastor. He had a feeling this was what the Radio Demon had been waiting for ever since he met him.

"Provide, to me, the best entertainment you can be. And in exchange I'll truly set your soul free. No more contracts, no more stipulations, just you living your best eternity, doing what you do best!" Alastor continued, explaining the deal to Mad Dawg. "You work, you rest, your life is such a mess, so why not trade it in for something better?"

"What kind of entertainment are we talking about?" Mad Dawg asked, leaning against the wall, refusing to give Alastor the edge in this little 'showdown'. "Because, I know, far better than you do. That the best entertainment comes from reality. And really now, I do agree with you. There's no better show than me, but still I gotta ask, how can you guarantee I'll be free?"

"Ha! You think you're something new, with that whole show you do. But here's the truth kid, you've got nothing on me, here. So perhaps you should do yourself a favour and listen clearly." Alastor remarked, leaning on his cane. A bit annoyed by how Dawg seemed to disregard who he was, and what he had achieved. "I've been around much longer than you, and if you think I don't possess powers beyond your wildest nightmares, you're very, very wrong."

"Okay, that's cool. But how does that help me?" Mad Dawg skeptically asked, raising a brow.

"I can keep you from being found." Alastor remarked, smiling as he saw Dawg's eyes widen in realization at what he was implying. "I can give you a way out, a way to spend your days down here perfectly fine and happy."

"…interesting." Mad Dawg mused. He didn't like that, he wanted to leave hell, but… if he couldn't, this could be a way to get around destroying the hotel! Then, he could find another way out!

"I can give you amnesty. You won't have to do anything you don't want too!" Alastor continued explaining.

"Again, interesting." Mad Dawg mused, thinking it over. "But, I know you Al, you aren't the kinda demon who'd offer a deal without something major on your end. So… what do you want?"

"Oh, not much, really… In fact, I'd say this is probably extremely sided in your favor!" Alastor laughed, before looking down at Mad Dawg, his eyes glowing again. "What I want… is you."

"NOPE!"

"No! No! No! Not like that!" Alastor hurriedly tried to explain himself. "What I want, is every now and then, for you to become that monster."

Mad Dawg stopped, then looked at his hands. Alastor wanted him to become the Nekro-Lycan? Why? Did he just want to watch Mad Dawg kill demons? That couldn't be it, he could easily do that himself if he really wanted too! Why would he-

"I want to become that monster." Alastor added. "I want to take your body when you become that… BEAST."

What.

"What?" Mad Dawg quietly asked, looking back in utter confusion. But this time, Alastor seemed… different. He seemed to be having dark smoke wafting off of him, as if he was tapping into some otherworldly form. His eyes were glowing orange, and his teeth flashed yellow.

"I want to see what you see! I want to rip those in your way apart with your hands! I want to feel the depravity, the chaos, the confliction! I want to remember what it was like when I first began killing, and I want to relive it as a ravenous cur!"

Mad Dawg simply blinked, taken aback by Alastor's words. THAT was what he wanted!? THAT?! Honestly, Dawg didn't know if that was better or worse… But to let Alastor possess him? That seemed like a really, REALLY bad idea. First of all, this was Alastor. Second of all, this was a demonic possession. Third, what was to get Alastor to leave once he had Dawg's body!? Actually, he didn't have to! And if Alastor took Dawg's body, since he was an Unjudged, that meant he could use it to escape!

"Let me ask you something." Mad Dawg piped up, thinking things over. "How can you help me with the stuff going on with Delilah? If I say yes to this, can I still go through the hotel and leave?

"Ahahahaha- no." Alastor said flatly. "There's no way out of here, my boy. But, Mad Dawg, I don't think you have much of a choice right now. Think about everything happening around you. Delilah put a target on your back once, what's to keep her from doing it again? And don't think you haven't angered many denizens of hell with that stunt you pulled at the Cathedral." The way Alastor spoke, it seemed clear that he thought Dawg felt like he had no way out. Unfortunately, there was a way out, just a really dangerous one. And Dawg was about to head down that path without a care in the afterlife.

"Well I hate to tell you Al, but that just won't happen. So, thanks, but no. I think I'm good to go." Mad Dawg said, turning his back to Alastor again. "'Cause I won't give up and be your puppet. Now I do respect you, and that whole show you do. You had something, really had something. But time is moving on, and your curtains are no longer drawn. Maybe what hell now needs is me…"

With that, Mad Dawg walked off again, waiting to see if Alastor was going to throw some sort of counter offer out. But from the corner of his eye, he could still see Alastor watching him, grinning as always, but there was a sadistic gleam to his eye…

"Well, that could've gone worse." Mad Dawg conceded with a sigh as he got back in the elevator. "He could've attacked me, or forced himself into my body, or any number of things, really. But I don't like that look he had. He knows something."

Getting back into the elevator, Mad Dawg sighed, hoping for a few minutes of silence while he thought, only for the elevator to stop a floor down and another demoness to get in.

"Mad Dawg! You're okay!" Vaggie exclaimed, sounding relieved. Dawg did smile when he saw her. Despite their differences, Vaggie was nice and he had to admit, she was nice to be around, he kinda reminded her of Pharah in some ways… the more 'mature' and 'guardian'-like figure in his life. "Charlie told me what happened, and how you just disappeared without a word! We thought you may have gotten taken to heaven or something without saying good-bye to us." She finished her remark with a smirk, but frowned when she saw Dawg fidget awkwardly. "Mad Dawg? What's wrong?

"Vaggie… I'm scared." Mad Dawg finally admitted, and Vaggie didn't expect how vulnerable Dawg seemed when he said those three words. She had seen hurt, she had seen people acting like they were hurt, but now she saw Mad Dawg, and realized he was being one-hundred-percent honest.

"What's wrong? Please, you can talk to me." Vaggie spoke in a gentle voice. Dawg's response was something she never wanted to hear.

"If I had to hurt Charlie in order to help people, how would you react?"

"Define 'hurt', Niño." Vaggie frowned, and Mad Dawg didn't answer. Her eye narrowed as Dawg backed up in fear somewhat at her glare. "Mad Dawg. What did you do?"

"Nothing! I swear!" Mad Dawg squeaked. "It's just- it's- it's personal, okay!?" He blurted out, and then cursed himself for saying what had destroyed his old relationship with Overwatch. "Look, Vaggie. I've gotta make a really tough choice, and I need to do it on my own. I have to ask you something…"

"Yes?" Vaggie nodded, signalling for him to ask his question. She wasn't exactly thrilled that Dawg seemed to have admitted to, or considered hurting her girlfriend, but she could also tell that ever since that Angel showed up, things had been getting worse for him.

"If hurting someone you cared for meant you got to leave here, and go back home, or even heaven, would you do it?"

"No." Vaggie shook her head after considering the question for a minute. "I'm a weird case, heaven wouldn't be heaven for me without Charlie." The Salvadorian demoness remarked, not sure where Mad Dawg was going with this.

"What did that Angel do to you?" Vaggie asked, then noticed the timer on his wrist. "What the hell is this?!"

"I don't have time. I just- I need- AGGHH-!" Mad Dawg stammered out before growling, clawing at the sides of his head with his long claws, drawing blood. Vaggie took a step back, but didn't draw her weapon. Something was wrong, she could feel it. The elevator came to a stop, and Mad Dawg looked to the doors of the hotel.

"Lo siento, Vagatha. Tengo que hacer esto por mi cuenta…" Mad Dawg said, shaking his head. Vaggie wanted to stop him, but she didn't. She felt like she made a mistake as she watched him run away.

"No lo olvides nunca, estamos aquí para ti." She said quietly, before steeling herself. She needed to find Charlie, and they needed to find Delilah. That Angel was going to answer some questions they had, whether she wanted to or not.


Walking down the street, Mad Dawg was beginning to formulate a plan, but there were two more things he wanted to try before committing to this plan. He needed to find a phone…

"Well, at least I haven't gotten shot yet." Mad Dawg sighed, looking for the small things to be happy about. Honestly, it was kinda nice, he had just had a stressful day, and didn't need to worry about-Bang!

"AGH!" Mad Dawg screamed in pain as he was shot in the lower abdomen. "DAMN IT!"

Falling to his knees, Mad Dawg looked around, then grabbed a cardboard box in an attempt to hide. Only to be shot a second time, his disguise not helping him in the slightest.

"CRAP! DAMN YOU VIDEO GAME LOGIC!" He cursed, running off as he felt something… weird. The bullet wounds hurt-

"NO, DUH!"

-but they also burned, as if there was something different about these bullets. He looked down at winced at the festering blackened wound on his arm, it seemed almost pulsating as if some sort of parasite was digging into it. Mad Dawg looked around, and then dove through a window into a store, only to get up and crash through another window, and another, and another, and another… his mind was scattered, so he assumed he was going insane, not knowing he had jumped into hell's premier window store. And was presently breaking most of the stock. He finally smashed out another window and tore off running. He didn't know what his plan was, but right now, standing around and getting shot wasn't a great idea either.

Mad Dawg ran off on all fours, noting out of the corner of his eye, a figure jumping off of a rooftop, presumably the shooter. Mad Dawg didn't know who they were, and doubted they needed a reason to try and shoot him (they were in hell and all). But he wasn't about to just let himself get shot a third time!

"Okay. Plan B!" Mad Dawg thought.

TWENTY MINUTES LATER…

The world spun, everything was a blurry mess, and then Dawg finally seemed to regain control of his body. Lifting his left hand, he shielded his eyes from the soft lights above him. Slowly, the mutant pulled himself up and looked around, and saw the demoness he and Alastor had met not long after Mad Dawg had first arrived in hell. That seemed like an eternity ago…

"Oh, you poor, poor thing…" The woman sighed as she bandaged Mad Dawg's leg up. "What happened to you, sweetie?"

"Urgh… Where…" Mad Dawg growled, pulling himself up and looking at the smaller (although, most demons were pretty small to him) demon. "Miss Mimzy?"

"Hiya, sweetie." Mimzy smiled warmly at him. "How are you feeling?"

"Rgh… been better… where am I? What happened?"

"Well… I was hoping you could tell me that." Mimzy remarked. "You showed up at the club, saying you had to speak to me, then you tripped over a low stair, bashed your head off the bar and knocked yourself out."

"Oh.' Mad Dawg blinked. "So… I didn't run in in the middle of a gunfight or something?"

"No. You just tripped and bashed your head something awful." Mimzy shrugged.

"Oh."

There was an awkward silence, Dawg feeling his pride take a few blows.

"How long was I out?!"

"About fifteen minutes." Mimzy replied, and Dawg sighed in relief. "Actually, I wanted t'ask, what's with the timer on your arm?"

"It's… personal." Mad Dawg coughed, awkwardly. "Uh, Miss Mimzy, do you have a phone I could use?"

Just down the street from Mimzy's club, Mad Dawg stood in a phone booth, his body shaking aggressively as he had to force himself to push each button, then stood there in sickly silence as the phone rung several times.

"Hello?" He heard Velvet's voice on the other end of the line, and said nothing. Mad Dawg's voice failed him, as if he wanted to say something, anything. But he couldn't. The anger and disgust were still too close to the surface.

Click

"No. Not them. Never them." Mad Dawg growled, digging his claws into his hand until they drew blood. He didn't care what he had to do… he'd never go back there again. He would never be part of their 'group'. He wished he could get Angel Dust out of there. But Dust had his own life, his own problems, Dawg had enough to worry about.

Mad Dawg sat down, returning to an alley nearby, and sat down. Exhaling deeply. He was tired, oh, so tired. He just wanted to go home! He just wanted to see his family! But now, he was running out of time, and he had to make a choice.

He needed to find another store that sold weapons…

Tick…

29:22:03…

Tock…

29:22:02…


So… Happy One-Year Anniversary!

The story is coming to a close…

But it's gonna get SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much worse for Mad Dawg… and most of the cast, actually.

Maybe I should give him a vacation at some point, send him to a beach episode…