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Undergod Tales:4It was a jungle out there. Knifes in the dark, stray shots, blood-curdling screams and sights that made you want to poke out your own eyes and those were only your friends; the enemy was much worse. You had to be on your toes all the time or else you bought a farm. It was unclear why would anyone buy a farm from the enemy with all the hard work you had to do around them but it was far better than being killed. Apparently these farms had a lot of buckets that needed to be kicked around.Undergod Tales:4
There was a war going on, there is always a war going on. It is considered by some that the ability to wage war is the first step towards civilization;
by ~Al-jabir
Undergod Tales:3Potemujkin stepped out of his yurt, stretched and farted loudly. It made him feel rather good and even a bit proud. There are some who would call Potemujkin a barbarian but that was far from truth; he did not stutter. In fact, he was a very good speaker; he was literate and always said “thank you” after raping someone. He was also a warlord, he had his own horde and everything, and he hoped that very soon he will have his own kingdom, or rather warlorddom. It was early in the morning. The sun hadn't come up yet and the world looked gray and dull but the camp of the Germanium horde was very lively. There were sounds in the air,Undergod Tales:3
by ~Al-jabir
Undergod Tales:2Mr. Cartridge was a regular church-goer too. He belonged to the Church of Afternoon Fishing And Talking About The Weather, and he took his responsibilities as an Afternoonist very casually like every good Afternoonist ought. Every evening he prepared a fresh can of worms, checked his tackle-box for the next day and polished the Holy Rod in a clearly asexual way. Mr. Cartridge went to the church a lot, he had a lot to atone for; what he wanted the most to a-tone was his wife. He used to be a Reading-in-your-rocking-chair-and-smoking-ist, but he saw the error of his heathen ways. What made him see the light was his wife who thought that the onlUndergod Tales:2
by ~Al-jabir
Undergod Tales:1The Bishop wasn't drunk. It was bad; in fact it was more than bad, it was very bad. Emil, the young priest, was very concerned. "I'm very concerned," he said. The mass was about to start, and there was no one to perform the Ritual Of The Morning Cleansing. He wasn't trained to deal with this kind of stuff, he had just graduated from the "Divine Favor" school of priestly pursuits, and already he was over his head. It was all the Old Priest's fault really; he had to die of liver failure, the selfish bastard, leaving him to deal with the Bishop's geriatric misbehavior. Emil wasn't what you would call priest material; he rarely drank, didn'Undergod Tales:1
by ~Al-jabir
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