User blog:SirHammerlockDaThrowbackGuy/Americans and Mamono

Hello there! It is I, the new guuy that couldn't work a wiki profile and is now overcompensating and trying to reach the dankness level of the great Reptile King!

Notice me Senpai.

Oh God, typing dank and senpai hurts me inside. Well, I suppose you're ready to be done with my inane ramblings, so enjoy the story!

Chapter one: Grass is not a bed _______________________________________________________________________________________ Ben groaned, clutching his head as he awoke.

"Thatt was my first, and my last time drinking", he muttered. He glanced around, his hangover successfully dammpening the shock that he now sat in a field growing what appeared to be purple apples on bushes.

"Hmm. This is quite odd", he said,standing up. He brushed his dark brown hair from his bright blue eyes, his mind fumbling with reality as a man would with a bar of soap. He absently fiddled with the steel chain around his neck, a large cross hanging on the end. He bent over, feeling an explosion of pain with each movement, grabbed the purple apple, and bit it.

Bam, no hanngover.

Ben froze, gawking at the fruit. He dropped it to the ground, watching the dark juice seem to defy gravity and swirled upwards into the sky.

"What the fu-" his curse was interrupted by a shout. Ben turned quickly at the female voice, causing his cross to swing out in an arc, glinting in the rising sun.

"Oh, hi, do you know...where...", Ben trailed off as he looked at the woman.

She was quite attractive, fair, tanned skin, amber eyes, crimson hair. Oh, yeah, and she had the lower body of a snake. Her eyes were fixed on his cross, an odd look of terror in her eyes. She twirled after a moment, and shot away. Likely to get more lamiae. Ben ran the opposite direction. He wasn't ready to die. _______________________________________________________________________________________

Amari zipped back to town as fast as her tail could push her. An Order troop! Here! She had to alert the local militia.

Her parents had told her to go out to the field. There had been some strange noises and smelled of Magic; though it was unlike any magic she had ever felt.

Amari came into view of the guards posted on the gate and began to furiously wave her arms. Upon getting their attention, she screamed one word.

"ORDER!!"