Till this day, I had never felt true fear. Sure, I was scared of heights, spiders, my ugly boss (may you never meet him), and all that shit. But never was the fear so pervasive, it chilled the bones, banished me unto despair and made me shit my pants and be constipated at the same time.

But now, due to the wise, nay, sagely idea of Jin to try to increase our power through the super safe and reliable method of jumping straight into fighting the biggest, meanet monsters we could get our freakin' overpowered hands on.

Now, don't get me wrong - Jin is my best friend - but this idea was truly insane.

Which is why I was watching Jin get torn apart by the Hopestealer, a monster who has been bested by none - I mean literally none - that Jin decided we must fight it to be remembered in the annals of history.

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" The annals of historical idiocy, more like; you dumb fuck! " 

But he wouldn't listen, would he?

I mean I would have said ' I told you so ', except, you know, he was kind of...er...a little bit dead. And by ' little bit ' I mean that all that were left of him were little bits.

Oh joy.

I wasn't even going to fight the monster. As I was being chewed, I was thinking about my life, my choices, my regrets...

Wait, what?!

" How in the name of the seven hells am I not dead? "

" Why the fuck am I not dead? "

" How, why, what... "

And then I passed out, thankful to the Gods for the sweet mercy of Death.

But apparently, my death was not in the goddamn plan of the Gods.