Hiccup
Odd hiccup in my reality, currently. Sitting in a beat up ass old truck, waiting on Ares to finish negotiations with a shady ass contact of ours. Mid negotiations, a random stray ally comes wandering up wanting to talk, of all things. Circumstances being what they are, we can't exactly shoo him away or let on to what is happening. So rather than finishing out our business and going back to the safehouse we're currently occupying, we're stuck here humoring this guy's 'enthusiastic' ramblings about the glory of the Wretched Man. Only, he thinks he's 'God.' Nattering on about the coincidences of life, numerology, encoded messages from strangers that know him on sight. How his life 'miraculously' changed as soon as he made contact with these strangers, and he found well paying work as soon as he laid hands on drug addicts and advocating for their children to 'come home.' Begins showing us images of runes and sigils that he ...
