Chapter 3
You bought a machete.
You went loco.
You chopped up a few people and got thrown outside. Literally, thrown.
Military BASTARDS!!!
Ow-ow-ow. Steps are evil.
You manage to stand and brush yourself off, and you may or may not choose to at this time make some obscene gestures at those retards who threw you down twenty-something flights of very painful stairs.
"Miss a step, alchemist?" a voice asks darkly.
"No," you retort, "I hit every bloody one of them, thanks."
Uh-oh.
It's Scar again!
He sees you!
RUN!!!
Oh no! Oh no!
Oof…WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
You just went kablooey.
You are now a chibi-smear on the sidewalk of downtown Central.
Yeah.
You died.
The End.
Or…is it?
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