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Chapter 5

“Stupid!”
“Moron!”
“Poop head”
Three brothers sit in an ally. They look at each other through masks. One happy, one sad, and one angry. “We never should have left HER house!” the one in the sad mask moans. “And Hate,” he points at the one in the angry mask. “should never have lost the map, now we’re lost!” “Not my fault Depression, you stupid a**.” He responds. “I’m hungry…” The happy masked third whines. “Shut up Mania!” the other two yell. “I’m sorry,” He whimpers, “but I miss Miss Sara.” “I know you miss her, and we do too, but nothing can be done.” Depression comforts. “Yeah…we’s just homonculi, no power, and no money. We can’t do ********’ nothin’”

Chapter 4

A Tarshian merchant ship flies by. I’m walking thru. Hi, my name is Big C, or you can call me by my codename, Banta. I’m a soldier under the banner of the Dark Lord of Tech. I’m his right hand man. I can build (or wreck) anything! I also run a build and repair shop in my spare time right here on Arcinsign. Right now I’m on my way to the burrows to see if I can fix a Speedfloat for some visiting cult. An Error 404 from what I hear. I’ll see what my nanites can’t do. Ugh, Earthlings get uglier every time I see them…especially ones from the Fallen Empire of Texas….their stupid too, Hah, the Texans!
I’m getting bored of walking. I think I’ll spread some power. I can control gravity and magnetism, and I have an obedient army of nanites. Flying’s a cinch with my power. Here we go…whoosh! I love flying…it’s the only way to go. Ah, here we are, Burrow 666, (How corny), press the button and…
“Bing” the doorbell sounds. Banta walks into the Burrow, his tools at the ready. “Alright where is the Speedfloat?” Banta yells. “Over there.” A large humanoid figure booms, pointing to a wrecked heap in the corner of the burrow. “That ?” Banta asks. “Yes, that” the massive occultist responds. “Ooo, you let gremlins get a hold of it, didn’t you?” Banta sneers. “So?” The cultist replies. “As Craig, leader of my cult, I saw nothing wrong with gremlins,” Craig picks up a large weapon, “Do you?” “What? Oh no, course not…” Banta let’s a little sweat drip from his chin. Banta fixes the machine 1 hour later and asks for payment. The shortest of the group stands up holding a large rock. Banta backs away slowly. “Don’t you want your payment?” the short one asks. “N-no…that’s okay…” Banta stutters as he backs into a wall. “Oh, we insist.” The short one whispers. “There you are Banta…when did you get here?” a thought spreads through the room. The cultists look back to see Axel doing his I’d grin if I had a mouth thing. “You know this guy?” Craig questions. “Sure…He’s a good friend of mine and the right hand man for Tecnos…why?” Axel says with mouth positioned firmly on the ‘neck’s’ back. “T-t-t-the Dark Lord of Tech’s Right hand man?” the short one stammers. “That’s what I said.” Axel laughs. “Ugh, sorry, didn’t know you had importance.” The short one cries, “Don’t hurt me!” “Yo Banta, let’s ditch this place. I know where to get the best Carkian burgers around.” Axel shouts. “Anywhere but here.” Banta replies.