A/N: Demon Slayer, bringing your GPA to a lofty 1.4

NetherOrbit: Sadly the bathing suit scene added nothing of value to the plot, so I skimmed over it.

Enjoy!

Ancient ruins lie all around Aincrad, it's our job as info brokers to disclose the subtypes that may await anyone brave enough to enter.

Steam dungeons were former facilities the Church of Cel had way back when, expect pipework under pressure, flooded areas, or some failed experiments. Fun, right?

Entredoubts are believe it or not, giant surface level structures resembling indoor shopping centers. Merchant enclaves, legal or otherwise used these to not only distribute their wares, but ensure they were purchased. Unlike classic dungeons, they offer wide open spaces, but host way more enemies. Loot though, think of the loot! (Only found in the beta as of yet)

-Argo, The Beta Tester's Survival Guide. December 30th, 2022

December 31st, 2022 - Taiyama

Shoes gently pressed against wooden floors, a palace to call my own filled with a talkative audience. I couldn't believe it, those shady fucks were right, and for it I got it all! Asuna swayed in my arms, her eyes so soft and bright as we kept in step. Must've been pretty tiring for her, she wasn't smiling at all. I freaking did it. Saved my girl, saved everyone at Urbus, got my revenge, it was all mine. Wow, I had a lot of changes to make here. First thing, replacing these hovel-grade chairs!

Dancing with my prom queen of a woman, I glanced over to other dancers. Wick wasn't there, boy was missing out.

"One second babe," I spoke smooth, "Wick's gotta dance."

"Okay," Asuna nodded with a bow.

Sure enough, I found him sitting there with Leafa. He seemed perfectly content with staying, no great efforts made to move. Seeing me, his lips pursed, Leafa standing up in front of me.

"Tai, what was that? That fight?"

"That's what he had coming," I smiled, "come on, why don't you and Wick come down and dance? The king is in the house!"

"No," Leafa crossed arms, "there's fighting someone, then there's beating them so hard their head caves in!"

Bitch was trying to give me this whole morality crap, so I turned to my bro.

"Wick my man, back me up here."

"Sorry," Wick shook his head, "I don't step into other people's stuff."

"Bro, come on."

"It's between you and her," Wick rose and closed his sketchbook.

"Hey," I lowered my hands, "why aren't you backing me?"

"I'm not, I'm just staying neutral."

"Leave him alone," Leafa stepped in front of Wick,

"Oh yeah," I laughed, "totally."

Freaking dude, hiding behind his girl like she's his mommy.

"I mean it," she leaned.

"Not disagreeing," I waved, "just checking."

Leafa dragged Wick off, heading straight for the exit. Shit, must've enjoyed some sausage on the side from that pig I outed, how pissed she got from it. Looking up at my ceiling, I had to admit, this place was a barn. Tauran looked really confused, though the ones with orange ankles looked happy. Minutes later, I had not only PoH show up, but the finest ass I've seen in years. She had this nerdy look to her, but her legs had squats written all over them. God, her butt was great. So big, perfect for grabbing and ramming, or spanking. Rest of her was good, but the trunk was where it's really at.

"Could I say I was not surprised?" PoH put an arm around me, "I wasn't. You, Sinon?"

"I kinda was," she said with great focus on me, "the pig king was really buff. But I'm happy to see justice's been brought."

"As am I," PoH nodded to her before looking at me, "flexibility was never his strong suit, nor public relations...but you and I, we'll make things right."

"Yeah man," I grinned while eyeing Sinon, "let's make shit happen."

"I'll be happy to help," Sinon bowed slightly, "if you don't mind."

Aw yeah, girl was flexing her hips all nice.

"Oh I'm sure you will," I gave her a once over, "so what's the plan?"

"Democracy is a dish best served hot and fast," PoH said, "but before we get to voting, we should consider rules. We wouldn't want people getting taken advantage of."

"Absolutely," Sinon erected her stature, "equality must be ensured!"

"We'll get on that tonight," I raised a thumb, "could we wait now? Wanna get to know my uh..."

"Constituents?" PoH smirked.

"Yeah, that."

My eyes shifted to Sinon, her expression still serious as a soldier's. Had eyes as black as night, like her hair. A rise out of me would've been putting it lightly, I was ready.

"So what's your schedule like after this?" I smiled, "gonna dance a little, wanna join the winning team?"

"For one," she kept serious, "I'm wondering what new laws you have in mind."

"I'm glad you asked," I flexed, "that right to vote."

"And what about agencies to enforce them? Altai had none."

Ass-ter or whatever the fuck that big Tauran's name was walked over to me, of course when I'm chatting with Sinon. Looked pretty mixed about me, but whatever, I was boss.

"I guess I'll be calling you king," he said, "do you know Taurec?"

"Not as well as I know your Mom," I snorted, "teach me when you've got time for it."

[-5 Reputation (Tauran)]

"I hope you consider your statements," Asterius grunted at me, "first impressions matter."

Brushed him off, got serious booty to contend with here. Hm, whose was better, Sinon or Asuna?

"Where'd Illfang go?" a random dude asked, "we're outta food!"

Speaking of contending, how much xp would we get if we killed that fat-ass? Floor Boss's a Floor Boss. Get myself Lind, Kibaou, Diavel, bunch them all together and profit. Maybe this would help.

I couldn't sleep, not for weeks. It's all mad, but I will stay on top.

Sun Dancer

January 1st, 2023 - 0020 hours

Color flashed back in my eyes, the leather handle shaking as Oran's [Dagger] punched through. Squawking with many flaps, an [Ostritch] was sacrificed, my restored sight confirming feathers before it crumpled to blue. Gasping, I stepped forward, shivering as I grasped my forehead.

"He's movin'," Oran sighed, "can you hear us, mate?"

I turned to him, finding Graye by his side, and Rika to their right. Nodding, I remained curled. My chest eased at first sign of open airways. My friends were here, but a cold wind ushered facts unavoidable. My legs quaked, eyes watering as hands shook. A fist struck dirt, only to recoil with a sharp twist, a groan bursting outta me.

"Mate?"

Everything was gone. I failed. My province belonged to another, all before I could announce my plans. What was I supposed to do? How'd I fail? Staring off to mountain-less expanse, all I could imagine was laying down. What's to stop Acherres from invading? The Vill-Dorn? My plans went from obtainable to dust, I couldn't even...finish.

"Aid?"

Hearing Rika's voice, I bit hard into my cheek. The grief I put her through, it dug away at me like a scavenger's talons. Even when she hugged me, I couldn't stop shaking. How was I in any way effective at protecting her, providing for her? I had nothing, I was nothing.

"He's panicking," Graye said, "give him space."

"Fuck that soppy wanker," Oran growled, "one more stomp and he would've killed him!"

"I know, but let's be thankful we found a way to heal him. Garr, you need to rest. I don't know how real injury is here, but you can't walk that off. You need time."

Rika said nothing, staying clung like a magnet. I've made so many promises. Yuna's announcement kept repeating in my head, pleading for a lover. A lover I couldn't save, because...because I was too slow. I failed her and Oran, I didn't go far enough. I let Heathcliff down, tore his insurance plan to shreds. I wasted their time, made it out like I was gonna fix it.

"Aid," Rika relaxed her grip as I rose feebly.

"I...need to be alone."

"Oi, where?"

"Don't...know."

"Mate," Oran joined in, "we wanna help ya."

"Don't you get it?" I growled in a broken voice, "I had plans to leave, but not like this!" I sniffled, "I was gonna leave a republic...but left a...dictatorship behind me."

"We can fight it though," Oran followed me, "we've got you, the best blacksmith, there's no way the people would be for this."

"I'm not fighting anymore," I snapped, "I'm done, okay?"

Oran stopped, a quiet budding as cowardice escaped me.

"I just...couldn't let it go, could I? I couldn't just let Tai boil over, I had to fight him. I should've known better. I failed everyone."

"No you didn't," Rika said, "we all make mistakes. Let's head on out, get away from here."

"No," I sniffled, "I've done enough damage. I thought I had what it takes to keep everyone safe, to keep what we worked so hard to have."

Sprinting hooves were heard several meters away, approaching our position. They had to be ensuring I followed Tai's decree, so I eased Rika off. No way was I having her pay a bigger price for my mistakes.

"I think you should let him be," Graye said, "he'll come around when he's ready."

Lo and behold, his cavalry arrived. Red Hooves, I should've expected it. Gazing up at my former comrades, I couldn't ignite a single spark, my fire gone. Couldn't raise a fist, let alone a weapon.

"You enjoyed the festivities...right?" I smiled weakly, "you...guys did really well."

"We did," they bent knees, "Altai, Asterius has sent us a final order. We're to return you to our goddess."

"What?" I winced.

"There's a sacred place to the northeast, you had it walled off. We must return you from whence you came."

I watched grass sway by, my feet emulating a cold the rest of my being accepted.

"What are you asking me to do?" I said.

"To walk inside the Moon Grove, She will take you. You've treated us as your equal, Altai. You gave us a greater life."

"Life..." I shook my head softly, nodding to them.

"You're not killing him, right?" Oran said.

"We'd rather die ourselves," the Tauran turned.

"I don't think this's a good idea," Oran looked to me, "mate-"

"Take him," Rika said.

A knife formed in my gut, hearing her say that. Hairy arms lifted me from grassy roots, shouldering me gently.

"Garr," Graye said, "remember to come out when you're good."

"Why?"

"Messaging gets blocked," Oran said, "oh, and watch out for bugs!"

My escorts raced forward, shouldering me as powerful legs beat against Earth. It was only with a grow of distance, an extension of thought, that I knew how bad I messed up.

Sun Dancer

-Lisbeth

I watched as they carried Aiden away, his normally bright golden eyes so hollow and dead. A cold grew inside me, my feet inching as if to give chase. Great sums of air filled my lungs, fingers curling to form fists, from hands that made bronze. This wasn't him, Graye was right. Something had to be done, leading to a heel turn.

"I need to meet Illfang," I said, "it's time to get serious."

"Why?" Graye rested on his [Glaive].

"Illfang."

"I know where he is," Oran said, "he lives in an undisclosed location, mostly for security's sake. See, after Aigen-"

"Where is it?" I said.

Oran paused again, looking at me like I was his bloody mother.

"If you would let me finish," he groaned.

"She gets the point," Graye patted his back, "to be fair, we should be talking to him anyway."

"Right," Oran shrugged, "alright, we'll lead."

We turned straight south, not exactly surprising since we were nearing northern borders. On our way, a green flash brought my eyes low.

[From Asuna: Lis, please wait. What happened was completely unacceptable! I never wanted it to go like this, let me explain]

[To: Think long and hard before you start]

I couldn't believe Taiyama, he had to know Aid was done after the second heel stomp. Was he blind, I saw how much blood spilled. I cursed at him so loudly, everyone must've heard me. Everything I tried hiding was blown over, my only instinct to get Aid out.

"So why Illfang?" Oran looked.

"We met someone a few days back," I said, "his name's Kirito."

"Oh god," Oran groaned, "that snob?"

"Oran," Graye sighed.

"Mate, that kid thinks he's above everyone."

"Anyway," I pressed, "he said he knew where your detectives are being held."

"Really?" Graye's eyes swelled, "where?"

"Problem is, it turns out to be a necromancer in charge of it."

"And you didn't call anyone?" Oran watched.

"He said the necromancer sent him to find and kidnap me, he sent the guys in blue too. Kirito wanted to get a plan together to help take him down."

"Just tell us where he's located," Graye said, "we'll have every guild on him so fast."

"He'd spot you, as long as you're living he'll know you're there."

"So?" Oran shrugged, "knowing something's there doesn't mean you can counter it."

"Kirito says his power is immense, able to control undead from several miles away. Testing him in his home court would be a bad idea."

"True," Graye rubbed his chin, "but how do we stop him then?"

"Garr had a plan with Kirito, told me it'll require a lot of silver. Illfang said it'd take two weeks to get it all. I need to keep him focused."

"Two weeks?" Oran flustered, "hold on there, love. I don't like how Tai's ruling this place today. I doubt we'd get past fourteen days with him."

"And what's to stop Acherres from going with a full on invasion?" Graye blinked, "If Garr's attempted executions-"

"He already told me," I shivered, "it got him very worried."

"Shite man," Oran rubbed his forehead, "there could be hundreds, maybe even thousands of those things!"

"We wouldn't last," Graye grimaced, "oh I'd rather not think about it. But it gives me an idea."

"Yes please," Oran moaned, "I didn't live this long to be a zombie movie extra."

"What if we got the player base to gather silver? I don't know exactly how mining works here."

"Mines have been off-limits all month," Oran said, "Garr was intending to keep a buffer zone between us and Kobolds. Plus I doubt Tai would be keen on us doing stuff behind his back."

"I've tried giving him chances," I shook my head, "did you know he was hitting on me tonight? He's supposed to be with Asuna."

"Doesn't surprise me," Oran groaned, "gonna make a wild guess that he's gonna want female ambassadors from us too."

"Wait," Graye narrowed his eyes, "that's what you'd want."

"Wanting some fun is different, mate. But yea, we can speak to the Kobolds about that. Still not sure how we can get the players to gather silver."

"Easy," I said, "you spread rumors, what kind of rumor could convince people to stock up on silver?"

"Vampires?" Graye scratched his head.

"We can use that...but that'd have side effects."

"Like what?'

"Have you heard of fan-girls?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Nope," Oran bounced with swatting hands, "nope on all that."

"Hm," Graye said, "well then that leaves us with werewolves. Wait, what if these undead fear silver too?"

"Who knows, I was going off werewolves though."

"Which begs me to ask, love. Have you at all heard of Recon?"

"Aye, I have some idea of what happened to him."

"How so?"

"I was in the ruins with him."

"Oh," Oran nodded, "so you know what became of him?"

"He left shortly after we got home," I said, "though his insistence in staying in a dungeon hasn't helped with suspicion. I didn't say anything though."

"Do you recall him with a Santa beard?" Oran followed.

"He was clean shaven," I looked, "wait when did you see him?"

"Wasn't us who saw him," Graye said, "our detectives spoke with him in the Moon Grove. Said he's calm as long as none of them displayed physical violence."

"Wait, isn't that where the Tauran were-"

Oran and him both nodded.

"Oh no," I shivered, "they're taking Aid to a werewolf?!"

"Relax," Graye motioned, "Garr's not aggressive right now. If Recon's symptoms are set off by it, he should be okay."

"Wish I knew this beforehand!" I sighed, "I'll just have to believe that."

After a long walk through a star-lit savanna, Oran motioned to us Illfang's hidden location. Wouldn't have called it obvious at all, in fact it looked like another one of those outposts Aid had built to keep watch. Had a few Tauran guarding a dirt walled structure, their polearms...looking dented. I'd kill him if I found marks that deep.

"Oran, Graye?" one guard stepped aside, "good timing, Illfang's been giving some alarming behavior."

"Like?" Graye peeked up.

"Fear, has something happened within the palace?"

"Complications, may we speak with him?"

"You have clearance, but what about her?"

"She's with us," Oran said, "this's a one time thing."

"Very well, but Illfang's rules still apply."

"We know," Graye waved me to follow as they passed through, "alright Lis, let's remember a few things. Kobolds are clean freaks, don't let Diebry fool you."

"She wasn't there," Oran said, "but yeah, hope you brought pants."

"I'm prepared," I nodded quickly, "but what am I to expect?"

"A bit of nervousness, and a lot of crawling. No sudden moves around the king, or Jeffrey."

These two weren't kidding. Hidden by tall grass within this camp was a one and a half foot tall slit, barely enough to fit myself through, let alone Oran. Since I was shortest, I went first, thank god Oran mentioned pants. My head bounced as it tapped rocks above and below, waving my hands around when it got too dark.

"This is the only way in?" I said.

"The only one they'll tell us," Graye sighed, "there's a reason why we don't come here often."

Red eyes glowed within these corners, sniffing and tapping as I crawled like a drunk through passages I could only see with my hands. I couldn't turn, especially not with everyone else behind me.

"Could we please get a light in here?" I groaned, "I don't wanna touch anything sharp."

"Oran, did you hang on to that red glow rock?"

"Uh."

"Never mind," Graye sighed, "sorry Lis, reds are the only color of glow rock these guys accept."

"Great," I slogged.

I couldn't imagine Aid fitting in here, would've literally gotten stuck at some point. Feeling around with fingers, I couldn't stop cringing at how wet everything was. Sticking to my hands, wiping all over, it was disgusting. Reaching out far and wide, I stopped when a sharp tip poked back.

"Ow!" I recoiled.

"Why are you here?" something hissed in the darkness, "already planning on it?"

"Hey Jeffrey," Oran said behind me, "Illfang inside?"

"Oh," the rodent eased, "yes Oran. Our king's given orders to evacuate, but your arrival is early. Take a left."

"Lis?" Graye nudged.

"He poked my hand," I groused.

"Please hurry up?" Oran said, "got a face full of Graye's ass back here."

"Back up then?" Graye rustled, "you're lucky I haven't had the chance to enjoy some Mexican tonight."

"No, but those Kobolds sure love their shrooms!"

Rubbing my palm, I scooted myself left, only to find no floor present as I searched. Tapping a shoe gingerly, however, a bar made its way under. A ladder brought a brief shiver through me.

"Oh thank god," I lifted slightly, bumping my head again, "ow!"

Oran chuckled at me as I grabbed onto wooden bars, tugging myself down a vertical crawl space. While my hands appreciated a drier surface, the lack of sight bugged me to no end. How was I supposed to know if the next step below me was there or not? Ugh, Aid would hate this too.

"And remember," Oran laughed, "We gotta go back up this same path on our way out."

"Positives, Oran."

"I am being positive, positively right."

"How do you two run a guild?" I looked up briefly.

"You mean how I run it?" Graye chuckled.

"Oi, don't take the credit."

"I'm kidding, Oran's the motivational piece...hard as it is keeping him still. I run the busy stuff, when I can."

My foot bounced a little, a sigh leaving me, solid ground.

"Finally," I stepped off and turned, "solid-"

My head kicked back, having met rocky surfaces yet again.

"Goddammit!" I grabbed my forehead.

"Crouch," Oran said, "these tunnels weren't designed with people in mind."

"Technically they were," Graye muttered.

"Actually yeah, you're right. They were designed to stop people."

"Could one of you lead please?" I breathed, "anymore head injuries and I'm gonna lose brain cells."

"Only if you answer me this," Oran chuckled, "are you blonde?"

"No?" I furrowed my brow.

"Then make way."

Pressing myself against a cold cave wall, I heard his shoes scrape by.

"Huh, what's this I'm feeling?" Oran said, "feels soft."

"Oran," Graye said.

"Don't worry," I said, "I'd let him know."

"Dammit," Oran walked past, "most girls jump with that."

"Move, lech!"

"I'm not a lech!" Oran laughed.

Followed these two opposing faces further, god Oran reminded me of someone. A red light silhouetted them, a hall expanding around us as we drew closer. Nearby a nest of grass, an eight foot tall Illfang paced, leading to an inescapable bump.

"How'd he fit through this?"

"he used another entrance," Oran said, "Kobolds make plenty of those, there's probably one just for him."

Illfang stopped, ears perking as he turned to Oran and Graye. His fleshy tail raised, its tip flopping.

"Your timing," Illfang said sharply, "did Tai send you? I'll never surrender my people to him."

"Fashionably late," Oran stepped forward, "but here's the thing, he didn't lead us here."

"Then why have you come? I've ordered my people to evacuate to the main nest, we're leaving this place."

"Why though?" Graye said, "we're still here."

"Won't matter, Taiyama will kill the rest of us if we stay. Where is Garr, his failure's forsaken us if I cannot leave."

"Broken," I frowned, "Illfang, does the name Lisbeth sound familiar to you?"

"No, in fact who are you?"

"She's a blacksmith from town," Graye said.

"You made a deal with Garr," I stepped forward, "for thirty pounds of silver?"

"And he promised me fewer days in here," Illfang looked down at me, "how did you get that information?"

"I helped organize it, we still need your help. There's a necromancer working against us, we're not gonna last if he's left unchallenged."

"That's your problem," Illfang whipped his tail against stone, "I will not have my people toil with death hanging over them. Your words bear no worth."

"I don't blame you for this," Oran stepped up, "but that leads to one problem, where will you go?"

"North, we'll get to Honningstein ourselves."

"But if the necromancer gets through us, what's gonna stop them from getting you?" Graye leaned.

"It's called Earth," Illfang crossed arms, "nothing breaks her."

"Except it'd take only one death," I said, "one infiltrator and you're gonna be attacked."

"That's if they find us, they won't."

"What if we simply removed knowledge of your location?" Oran said, "Tai can't hit where he can't see."

Illfang stopped, looking at our Englishman with softer motions.

"The Tauran guards above are the only ones who know," Graye stepped beside Oran.

"Those loudmouths?" Illfang chuckled, "they always hated things that don't fight stupid."

"Not all of them, mate. You're talking about Red Hooves. Besides, Tauran honor promises they make."

"We can tell them to forget about this place," Oran smiled, "oh, better! Forget and bury the entrance."

An ear folded, the rodent king's arms sliding down.

"You still hold authority with them?"

"No, but my ambassador does. I can have him erase you from records."

"If you do that...that might give us a chance at hiding."

"We only ask one thing," Graye smiled, "we need to open these mines for player use."

"I'd have to have my people seal any tunnels leading to our hold. Remove our records and I'll do it."

Oran smiled, opening his interface.

[To Korrin: Yo, you got info on Illfang's place written or marked?]

[From: Yeah, but Tai's thinking of booting my arse]

[To: Take or destroy any of it, we need to keep allies safe]

[From: Gonna get in trouble, but okay]

"Underway," Oran smiled, "just waiting till he confirms they're gone."

"So about these...undead," Illfang folded ears back, "how tough are they?"

"Does decapitation sound survivable?" I shivered, "they make it so."

"Not possible, nothing lives without a head."

"Ho boy," Oran smiled, "I'd love to show you a sea-sponge."

"A what?"

"Nothing, but accounts from our guys above indicate these beings as capable of surviving that."

[From Korrin: got em]

"Alright Illfang," Oran displayed, "no more records."

"Then I'll hold my end. Next time you see Garr, you may express my...frustration."

Sun Dancer

-Garr

My boot pressed down wet grass, the ground squishing beneath me. This fog, it blocked sight of everything, its moisture lukewarm. How far I had walked, which direction, why'd I keep asking? Why'd I come here? Stopping to take a deep breath, fog crept, only to whip away.

[The vapor rejects you...]

"Aries..." a voice hissed.

Great, another fight? To consider myself capable was laughable, a sick joke chasing me around like an identity cop. I wanted a fight then, so badly that I went against proper judgement. Why'd I do it? Cause he pushed my buttons? No, because I loved to fight. I wanted to fight and I had gotten too comfy with power.

I wanted to tear at myself just clicking these pieces together, fuck how childish I was. At least no one could find me here, but...to what end? I had to secure Rika, fulfill promises, stop Acherres, and to think I let it all go for a quick brawl. What was it saying about me, even if I won?

Rika didn't matter, my promises, Acherres, none of it. It was always about my next thrill, another victory to put on a mantle nobody but me would see. What would've happened if I won, knowing he tried taking my position? A selfish pair of eyes stared back from this intangible mirror, my answer lurking beneath. I cried out to my father, begging for guidance, anything to mentor me. A monument of promises was crashing around me, breaking at my feet. Lifting my eyes from soggy grass, a pale glow shimmered north.

Maybe the Tauran goddess was present here? I wasn't sure, whether to be happy for its presence, or mad for it. This being displayed a bipolar level of compassion for its followers, nothing like the one I knelt to. He had this planned, right? Was I on His side? Asking was pointless, the longer I let it sit. I was not. I wasn't on His side, I was on mine. This had to change.

I had done selfish things to keep myself safe, when I should've let go. When someone disobeyed me, my hand struck them down, no jury, no judge, an absolute decree. There was only one name for people like me, tyrant. The masses claimed justice would be brought, and I crumbled. Undone, by my own nature. I am evil, selfish, and barbaric.

Stepping forward with weights in my shoes, every breath brought a whisper. Aries, an alteration of living function, requiring me to harm for self preservation. My shoulders wouldn't stop shaking, without cold to justify it. Was Aries leading me like a dog, or was this nature always mine? Was it possibly both, some comedy of fate setting me this direction? Without a twist in my gut, this too was left shallow. I had gotten used to it.

"Aries..."

[The vapor rejects you...]

Staggering my way towards a wayward light, I let it all quiet down, flushing what thoughts lingered. I needed to find something, anything. I needed help from someone unaffiliated, neutral to me or anything related. Along this path of abnormally spongy soil, these round protrusions laid. Covered in varying colors of moss, a few stalks of a fungal distinction bobbed. These blisters, they moved.

"Gonna tell you right now, that's a bad idea."

I swerved, a voice addressing me. My shoulders dropped, eyes lingering on a man. His frame was thin, barely an inch of meat anywhere on his shoulders. His face was covered in a furry white beard, linked to a bowl-cut hairstyle.

A/N: Hey guys, wrote you all a little more to enjoy! Be sure to write reviews, let me know of issues you find, I will take note.

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