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Agony and Misery.
I wept and wailed, I moaned and groaned. I screamed and ranted.
I really have no clue how long I thrashed about. Could have been a minute, could have been a Millenia. The suffering was good for something though, it was scrubbing my brainmeats of the Devil Clown. Hard to worry about existential dread, when every bit of flesh was singing it's torment.
Then it was over. Just like that.
I feel great. I never felt this good before.
My joints seemed to glide, smooth like silk, more flex to them as well. I slowly got off the concrete floor.
Huge Arms, corded with muscle. Capped by hands looking both gigantic and graceful, like I could crush a brick into a sculpture of David.
Looking towards my feet, my pecs blocked my view. As if my steroids took supplements. A lifted one leg then the other. Cabled flesh all the way down to humongous feet.
I ran my hand down my belly, abs of freaking steel, baby! You got an eight pack, psh, I got ten of those puppies.
Lower still my hand went and I grabbed my man tackle.
"Holy Fuckballs!"
Ladies I'll just say this, You are not prepared!
Conversely, that means I'm unlikely to get to use the behemoth for the fun stuff anytime soon.
I finally snap out of my musings and check out my location. An unfinished basement, not much to it. A washer, dryer and large sink in one corner.
Some concrete stairs lead up to what I hope is the main house. I have to sidestep up them.
My Head is slightly taller than the door frame, so about I'm eight feet tall. Maybe more. My shoulders are quite a bit broader than the frame. I pinch the knob carefully with my finger tips. Open it up and slip across while bending down and shimming.
That's going to be annoying.
I quick search of the house reveals, that it is a pretty standard One Bedroom, One and a Half bath. Attached garage. Already stocked kitchen.
I find some clothes that fit in the bedroom closet. Black socks and boxer briefs. Slacks and a button up work shirt.
Newly dressed I toss together a sandwich in the Kitchen. About a pound of Ham and Salami and some lettuce for ruffage, Mustard. Yum. It took three bites in two seconds to polish it off. Downed a bottle of water. Still starving.
Both my size and hunger are going to be problems.
The Living Room has an oversized couch I plunk down on. I found a note and a wallet on the coffee table.
You are in Cattleton, Tx. A strange event is happening there. Your IDs and Cards are valid and the House and truck are in your name. Weapons are in the truck.
Love,
Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.
The Master of Ceremonies
Okay, Creepy Stalker Clown, I'll get a feel for the town in a bit.
In the meantime, I use the half bath and checked my appearance in the Mirror.
Shoulder Length Ash Blonde hair, check. Bright cat silted gold Irises, check. Super Model good looks, check. Want to punch myself in the face, che...no wait that would hurt. Sharp pointy ears, check. They were big enough to be noticed, but not Age of Battle-craft ridiculous. A welcome and unexpected addition was a well groomed bread. So I looked like an Elf who ate his Wheaties.
I check my wallet. A few hundred bucks. Concealed Carry Permit. Divers license. Proof of insurance card. A bank and credit card. Sticky note with the account and pin numbers. Into the pocket with you.
I sat on the couch, and do what I have been dreading. I asked for the Guide.
Name: Victor Simmons Age: 51/10000
Race: Hybrid (Ljósálfar/Drogar) Level: 1 Rating: A
Class: Predator of the Deep Woods Level: 1 Rating: C
Stats Skills
Physical: 15 Covert: I / Firearms: I
Str: A / Dex: B / Con: S Comp Sci: I / Hacking: I
Mental: 12 Survival: I / Hunting: I
Int: C / Will: C / San: D Arcane: I / Ritual: I
Social : 13 GemCut: I / Craft Wood: I
Cha: B / App: A / Man: C
Abilities
One Shot I / Unnoticed I
Plant Growth I / Perfect Soil I
Tame Beast I / Call Beast I
Traits
Perfect Balance I / Home in the Realms I
Unbreakable I / Be Heard I / Regenerate I
Known Mind I / Flame Kissed I / Storm I
Yup, the damned cliché. A little different, but I could probably figure it all out in time. I don't seem to be able to select anything. No explanations forthcoming. Sigh.
"Inventory." Nope nada. I went through the gamut of standard tropes. Nothing, zilch.
Next up, I need figure out what to do.
Test if I can even use any of my abilities. Then research what the most likely threats are, and plan from there.
A quick check shows I don't have cable or satellite, it is hooked up to the net, but none of the urls I checked were valid. A world without google, youtube and no facebook, how delightful. I sure I'll find their equivalents, eventually.
I decide to head out, to find a park or abandoned lot to try out some things. I put on some work boots that were by the garage door.
The garage held a special surprise.
An old model Ford looking Pickup. Forest Green and Black trim.
"Ain't you a beauty!"
The Symbol on the front is unfamiliar. Slightly jacked up. I unlock it and pop the hood. I frown, a scifi looking engine greets me. I recognize nothing.
Closed it up and ducked down to check the undercarriage, platted like I was expecting mines. I knocked the tires, solid cores. This truck must weigh 3 tons. Maybe more. A mini Tank.
Shaking my head, I get in and, huh, I fit just fine. Bench seat in the front, little jump seats in the back.
Also back there, Shoulder holster, soft gun case for a rifle, hard case for a hand gun. Whew. Fun Time.
I toss them on the bench next to me.
Wrangled on the holster, and opened the hard case to find something new to me.
If a Smith & Wesson 500 and a Deagle had a baby, it might look like this. I clear it, pop the mag out.
Looking at the two ammo boxes in the case revealed Flat Point FMJ 500 grain bullets.
Shitballs, that's a big round. 6 fit in the extended mag and I load one in the pipe. I double check the safety and holster it.
I check the soft case. I almost pass out. It looks like a plus size Marlin Lever action if they came in .50 BMG. Sweet! Three boxes of giant brass solids. Oh, this will come in handy on a rain day. Maybe I'll need to hunt big game, like dinosaurs.
It occurs to me it still won't mean much to most Supers. What is my Life?
I strap in, and start her up. She roars to life, then settled into a satisfying rumbling purr. Gas tank reads full. I open the garage, and I eased it out.
Down the drive way. I saw I was in some kind of suburbs. My house and lawn looked plain and nondescript. Good.
The sky is clear and the modified dash clock read 12:01pm. No hurries then. I go right.
It takes a while, but I find my way to the main town. Never heard of Cattleton, TX, and it was big. Like Dallas big. One bank sign showed the date was 6/12/25 and the temperature was 101°F, But I didn't feel it, didn't even need the fan on. I was in the future, joy.
Driving around I find a IffintaBurger, well the color scheme, orange and white, speak well of it.
People gawked at me as I ordered. Only a couple of folks minded their own damned business.
Yes, I'm a Giant, now can I eat in peace.
A couple of BBQ Bacon Burgers with three large fries. A giant Dr Power soft drink, and a free refill.
Now I'm ready to get back out there.
Being stared at grates on my nerves, but I'll get over it.
Funny thing was my gun didn't even warrant a second glance. Well, it was Texas after all, I'm not the only armed person out and about.
Down the way, I got another surprise for the day.
Central Branch Mall, a massive, sprawling temple of consumerism.
I was so happy to see it. I love malls, walking around and people watching.
Food Courts with their delicious garbage.
Weird gift shops, and bizarre kiosks.
All the Malls near my old town had closed down, abandoned and forgotten.
So of course, I parked and walked up to the main entry point. Trying to ignore the droves of attention my hulking mass drew.
And that's when, shit went sideways.