Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-31749612-20170710051243/@comment-30700719-20170716021420

I sigh. The dark rain clouds unleashed their contents onto the road. Today has been a butt-fuck awful day. First, I accept some courier job that requires me to go underground. Yeesh. I hate going underground. Then, I get roped into escorting the prince of some kingdom back to his castle. The Humvee I had fabricated shrugged off anything that got hurled at it. The thing was, when the Lamia smashed through the window and grabbed the guy, some Ogre hurled the Humvee. So I had to sit there upside-down, trying to escape the truck while the prince fought off his attackers. He apparently was well-learned in self-defense, but he had this annoying tactic of yelling whenever he threw a punch or kicked something into a tree. It took me hours to escape and hours more to get the Humvee right-side-up. When we finally got there, he actually charged me gold, instead of paying me.

So here I am, sitting here in the rain. I haven't been up for nearly eight hours now, hell, I've barely had a moment to myself. I get out of the car and open up the hood. Nothing seems to wrong with the—aha. A sticky blob of...something lay stretched across the air intake. The engine wasn't getting any air. I collected it all in one hand and slammed the hood with the other. "By god, I am pissed off." A drawn-out, feline yawn comes from behind me. "Hello...I've been looking for someone to—" I turn around and pitch the ball of slime right at the Jinko with enough force to send her flying. I clench and unclench my fists, and take a deep breath in. "Please, go away. I have been pushed to my limits today. The next straw on my back will elicit Doom-esque injuries and gore." I slowly got in the Humvee, started up the engine, and drove away.