"So. You must be John?" Asked the man in military garb.

John nodded.

"Yup. That's me." John said

"Wow. Your really….. Volumus." Said the man

John's vision flickered red.

~I want to kill this mother fucker.~

John's hand reached towards his throat. Only to pause.

That look....

It was the look of a man who was aticpating deep pleasure.

~He wants me to kill him? The FUCK!~

John couldn't help but fear a sense of fear at the mans actions. Those that don't fear death are the most teriffying sorts of people out there.

They'll do anything. Nothing stops them.

"And you're crazy." Said John

"It's a age of blood and anarchy John. To be sane is the real madness."

"What's your name?"

"Charles. My lable grunt is Charles."

"You mean name right?" Asked John

"You call them name's. I call them lable grunts. Tomatoes Tamatoes. Up down. Forwards Backwards. They're all the same soup." Said Charles

John couldn't help but look at the man with something close to fear.

John always thought that meeting truely insane people like this was rare.

The one's that live in their own little societys. With their own laws. Their own rules. And their own systems.

But Charles was the second one that he had met this week.

~I hope this guy isn't anything like Dude.~

If John had to deal with another person like that he might just die for real.

KAK!

John turned in the direction of the sound. Was it a stray attacker? Another enemy coming to end his life? Those thoughts ran through John's head every time he heard an unfamiliar sound.

But no. It was just Jean. He had clapped his hands.

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"SO! AM I TO ASSUME THAT YOU THREE ARE THE WARRIORS THAT I HI—— I MEAN TEAME UP WITH?!?!" Asked Jean

John nodded.

"Well I'm a warrior. I'm not sure about the rest of them."

Cassandra nodded.

"John. How could you think I'm not a warrior. I literally went hunting with you?" She said

"I'm one of those things too." Said Charles with a cocky grin on his faces and his hands raised.

"Cool. So Unless there's anyone else that's going to show up. I'd say it's high time I tell you the mission I have assigned for you guys."

Echong through the room was a incorporial voice.

"Ummmm. Ummmmmm. Ummmmmmm. I'm here. Ummmmm. I think."

"EXCREMENT! I'M OUT! I FUCKING HATE GHOSTS!" Charles spun on the balls of his feet and promply sprinted out the mansion.

It was quite easy for him too because the front door was open.

~I could have sworn I closed it.~ Thought John as Charles sprinted from the scene. He had decided to give up on processing Charles as a person. He would be like background noise.

"I'm. I'm not a ghost. My name's Rob. And. Ummmmmm. I'm a warrior."

"Where are you Rob?" Asked Cassandra

"I'm right infront of you. I'm currently staring intesnly at you brests." Said Rob

Cassandra's jaw dropped.

For a solid three moments, she just stared off into the distance, a look of incomprehension on her face.

Then finally, she mustered up the wit to respond.

"They're not much to look at. I'm preety skinny." Said Cassandra.

"Yes. But I've found that girls have a easier time triangulating my location when I stare at their two mammaries with the utmost intensity." Said Rob

"Well. I don't know where you are. SO COULD YOU PLEASE STOP!" Yelled Cassandra as she put her arms around her breasts.

"Okay." Said Rob

"I knew there was one missing." Said Jean

"Huh. An invisible man. How orginal." Said Jean with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

~How is everyone just accepting this? An invisible man just randomly announced his presence. Think of the connotations. When you're showering. When you're asleep. It doesn't matter when. You'll never know If Rob was there with you.~

"I'll go get Charles." Said Cassandra

She turned around and walked out of the room.

John stood there for a few moments. He was frozen with shock.

John had been an accountant. He was just an ordinary accountant.

~HOW THE FUCK!~

And the world burned down. Now, madness was just the everyday mediocre.

"Haaaaaaaaaa."

~Okay.~

John and Jean stood silently in the room for a few minutes. Both of them looked awkwardly at the ground and twiddled their thumbs as they waited for Cassandra and Charles to return.

"I GOT HIM!" Yelled Cassandra

Following behind her was Charles, who had a detached expression on his face.

"Ghosts. Ghost. No ghosts please." Charles murrmered

"I'M! I'M! I'M NOT A GHOST!" Yelled Rob

"I'm just a invisible person."

"I honestly don't know which one's worse." John whispered to himself.

"SHUT!" Screamed Jean

Jean made a zipping motion with his hand.

"ALL OF YOU! JUST SHUT!" Jean yelled.

The group shutted. They turned their heads to look at Jean.

"There's a dangerous squad of Troll five kilometres south of here. I want you to kill them all." Said Jean

The group nodded.

"Will there be transportation?" Asked John

"No. I only have so much gas. I need to save it incase I need to retreat." Said Jean

John sucked in a deep breath.

"Well….. Octillion SHIT!~ John yelled to himself

This was going to be gruling.

...…

Sweat dripping like a waterfall. Panting like a man who had just run a marathon the speed of car.

Burning leg muscles like that of a man who had just squatted eight hundred pounds.

A heart-thumping at heart attack levels.

This is what entailed a long walk for John And this is what he was going through right now.

"HAAAAA. How much longer?" John asked Cassandra.

"It's only been ten minutes. Settle in for an hour, buddy." Said Cassandra.

~Another hour! Another hour! FUCK!~

It wouldn't be a dragon. It wouldn't be a super Poweful troll. And I wouldn't be Diabites.

It was going to be Walking that killed John.

He was sure of it.