==> VC: !nvest!gate !sland [caegar]

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==> VC: !nvest!gate !sland

Your name is VENN DIEGRAM.

You have just finished chatting with a good bud and a huge bitch. Somewhat unusually, you are EXTREMELY DISPLEASED.

For the past little while you have been EAGERLY ANTICIPATING THE COMMENCIFICATION (is that a word?) OF THE GAME WITH ALL YOUR FRIENDS. However recent developments have brought it to light that you probably won't get to install the game for a little while yet. You slip your TRUSTY FLIPPHONE into your pocket and GRAB YOUR EVEN TRUSTIER AND MUCH MORE DEADLY SCYTHE. When you're this upset you like to go CRYPTID HUNTING to COOL OFF LIKE IT'S THE ICE AGE UP IN THIS BITCH.

You dye your hair black with some of the HANDY HAIR DYE from your JUNIOR CRYPTOZOOLOGIST EXPLORATION KIT. You know it's kinda dorky and kiddish but this is one of your small pleasures and right now you REALLY NEED TO CALM DOWN AND CHILL OUT THOSE HATEVIBES. The hair dye is NORMALLY TEMPORARY BUT THIS STUFF IS PRETTY OLD so it is really quite unpredictable.

You walk out of your room.

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Venn walked down the hall, his scythe hitting the ground with a pointed thud with every step he took. He wasn't exactly shaking with rage, but he wasn't happy. He certainly didn't feel like talking to any of his friends right now would be productive. He was far too upset, far too CONSTERNATED, and far too unreasonable to be of any help to his friends, and if he couldn't be of help to his friends, then he wasn't going to talk to them and make their day worse.

That would just be selfish.

He descended the spiral staircase, almost feeling as though someone was watching him, but that was stupid. He knew his guardian wasn't around right now. His scythe hit each stair with a thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. The rhythm was oddly reassuring, maybe even soothing. He smiled just a touch, his old grin curving his lips once more. Yeah. This felt pretty good. He'd go out, stake out some potential cryptid locales, and come back home feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. He knew, of course, that those locales were absolutely devoid of cryptids, but if he didn't know that then they'd hardly be cryptic now would they.

He opened the door and walked into the jungle, making a beeline for one of his favorite spots. He deftly manoeuvred through the tangle of tree roots, plunging into the darkness spawned by the treetops overhead. He made sure to be quiet and still. Too much noise would scare away any potential wildlife, and since this was a cryptid hunt, he didn't want to ruin his nearly infinitesimally small chances of finding such a cryptic lifeform.

You emerge into a small clearing, a bed of moist earth weaved with the roots of the ancient trees that stood around him like sentinels. He didn't really plan to stay here long. He doubted he'd find anything here.

Although ... maybe that did mean he'd find something. It was almost impossible to know. The scientific process couldn't reason it out. He smiled blissfully, and it started to rain, pouring over his face, dripping down the razor blade of his scythe. He felt better already.

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==> Caegar: Kill someone.
It hasn't been long since you were denied your prize. You are still angry.

You need to kill someone. That always calls you down. Your blood calls for violence. It sings for want of mirth.

This piss-poor excuse for a blueblood will do. Anguis talked to him. And what Anguis wants, you take, or break.

You just have to find a point in time where he is vulnerable. You scroll forward on his timeline until he is both surrounded and has his guard down.

You smile. Motherfucking perfect.

You put your hands to your temples, touching them to the base of your horns, marshaling all your focus and

reach out and

CAUSE SOME MOTHERFUCKING HAVOC

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==> VC: BREAK DOWN

Something doesn't feel right.

If you weren't in such an IMPRESSIVELY FOUL MOOD already you'd say that something foul was in the air. You can feel it in the trees. In the water.

In the hearts and minds around you.

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Something stirred in the forest. Something wrong.

Venn turned to look at the trees, his scythe in his hand. The ghost of a smile that had been finding its way onto his lips had faded. His eyes narrowed. Creatures in the forest were moving, far too quickly. Everything in the jungle was cautious, careful. They didn't present themselves so obviously, not unless something seriously agitated them. He held his scythe to the treeline, demonstrating the blade. That should scare them away.

It didn't. The noises grew more pronounced, creeping towards him, disturbing the brush. Venn backed into the center of the clearing, as shapes emerged from the darkness. A trio of leopards.A massive python hanging from a brush on a massive treelimb. And finally, from the far side of the clearing, a tiger, the one creature that feared nothing, slowly approaching with a mad look in its eye. The creatures were panicking, even when they shouldn't. Snakes didn't panic, but the python was agitated. Coiling and uncoiling on its branch, snapping at the leopards. Venn watched them, carefully. A part of his mind was intricately cataloguing their every action, trying to find evidence. Make connections. Determine the phenomenon that had led to such unusual behaviour.

But most of him was in the hand holding the scythe in his hand, in tense muscles ready to unleash energy normally reserved only for hugs. Tensing. Waiting. Something in his face broke, and for a moment, he looked almost as though he was pleading. Not for himself.

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VENN: ! don't want to do th!s.
VENN: you don't deserve !t.
VENN: but ! w!ll.
VENN: so STOP.

For a moment the creatures almost looked as if they would heed his words. Maybe the scythe intimidated them. Maybe something about his tone.

But it didn't last. They crept forward, slowly ... paws moved over paws. A snake uncoiled. A tiger watched and snatched at empty air, displaying its strength. The trees filled with more brothers and sisters to the combatants already arrived.

A leopard flew through the sky at the boy with the scythe. He looked up at it, his face expressionless, but something in his eyes begging the animal to choose a different fate. That moment of hesitation cost him. A deadly paw with wicked claws slashed at the left side of the boy's face, and though he turned away from it, the claw caught skin and there was a flash of red that painted the boy's face and the grass before him. The creature panicked, bunching its hindquarters and preparing to strike.

It never got the chance. There was a metal blade where its brain should be.

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VENN: ! am sorry for th!s.
VENN: th!s should not be happen!ng.

The rest of the animals went wild, charging at him tooth and nail. This time, Venn didn't hesitate. This time in swift flashes of steel, the throats of the leopards were slit. As the tiger leapt at him, Venn stepped deftly out of the way while he thrust the blade of his scythe into the tiger's chest, using its own massive weight against it. The python lunged at him, but with a swift slice it was chopped in half. He looked down at the writhing beast, blood pouring from his left eye. More creatures came from the forest, quicker now, leaping from the forest floor, eager to meet their end.

Venn provided it. Swiftly, cleanly, without complication. His heart was clear. Unclouded.

In the end, he was surrounded by the corpses of creatures that did not need to die. He looked up. He couldn't say what he was looking at. He just knew he was looking at someone. his left eye had turned completely red with blood, but he could see through the blood to the truth.

Someone had done this. He had just done what was right.

He looked back to the snake he'd chopped in two. It was still writhing. That was cruel. He raised his scythe and slammed the flat end of it onto the snake's skull, crushing the brain and ending its life. It twitched a couple times and was silent forevermore.

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VENN: ! am sorry.
VENN: ! d!dn't want to hurt you.
VENN: but th!s.
VENN: !s MY K!NGDOM.

Venn made his way back to his home.

He had to get some antiseptic on his eye. And find something to cover it up. It wouldn't do to scare his friends.