Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20191002145636

The great monsterwars were won centcuries ago, monsters were forgotten as time passed, even Order had seemingly diappeared nearly 200 years ago. After that Humans had fought couple wars among themselfs, some for territorial reasons, some from political reasons, and some from general disputes about something.

Sure there had been mysterious disappearances, some "monster" sightings, but there was never any proof, or confirmation that any monster would exist anymore. they were just tales told by lunatics or people high on some form of substance. How ever, after the sightings there often had been a mysteriously started fire in abandoned building somewhere nearby, or explosion that had been claimed to be a meteor strike, Hillbillies playing with dynamite, or something other along those lines.

You had been in a war, the war had been over some political reasons. You had had your squadmates blown to pieces right next to you, and others falling in deadly traps set by the enemy forces. How ever you were one of the lucky ones to return home. Though calling you lucky was a long shot. Haunted by nightmares, your dead squadmates mocking you in your dreams, blaming you from what ever things, an your dreams you were still in the very active warzone. Though the war had ended, the major opinion of your home nation had turned to very anti-war attitude. Just for being a soldier, especially soldier that has seen action was the literal antichrist for majority of the people. That had inclueded your own parents. especially as your own brother who had served with you, had not returned. They went as far as blaming you for it.

Haunted by your dreams of the past, you had became a drifter. A man with no home, allways on the move, Who nobody wanted to hire, and nobody wanted to give a room and board.

Eventually however, you had arrived in to a small town. and by some miracle, you found a noticeboard, and you were hired as handyman by local libary. Part of the pay was a room in old and now abandoned church. Though the apartment itself. You would have to share it with another libary worker. She was a woman, using an electric wheelchair, and wearing huge and ugly eyeglasses, you both would have your own room, though the doors didnt have locks on them.

She had sworn that you would be in big trouble if you ever opened her rooms door, and you had no problem of following that rule. Couple weeks had passed since your arrival. You had made friends with the town sheriff. thuogh your room mate had been cold and distant as long as you had been sharing the apartment. Though last night you had had quite an odd dream. As usual, The dream had started in the jungle, your dead squadmates taunting you, but it had suddenly turned to something much pleasent. Your housemate had been giving you some head, and as you had woken up she had quickly left your room. After that you had sleps well for the first time in a long time.

This morning, you had broken the rule, You had opened the door to her room, after she hadnt aswered to your knocking. You had seen the wheelchair that had been empty, and the completely missing engine, and just couple pedals where the engine should have been. You also noticed the hole in the roof to the church itself. and the eigtlegged monstrosity, who looked a lot like your housemate, apart that she didnt have those ugly glasses, eight eyes on her forehead, and spiderlike lower body, coming trough the hole in the cealing.

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