@Kenshi@MajorGremlin@ZAVAZggg@Dark Cloud Jesse continued grimacing. He couldn't catch a break here.

"Well god damnit. Its bad enough to be a dancing clown for the grim reaper, but now it seems I am in a land of gods who mock me as well." Then he saw the strange creature. A meme chasing Rick.

"Should we do something about that?" He asked to anyone in earshot. But the questions was answered when both Rick and Trollge were shot at by National Guard soldiers.

Zyx was already well down the hallway, and thus far out of earshot of the others, though he did make note of the rattling gunshots.

Meanwhile, Trollge had landed and torn the floaties from his arms. Dodging a few of the bullets, he turned his attention from Rick to the soldiers.

"U̡̜̳͔͎̗͎̲̜͓̜̎̔̍̑̔̍͒̃̀̀͝ ̢̨͚̣̞̟͎̩̮͈̩̤̬͆̀́̅̉̀̍̾́̄͛͐͡F̨̳̥̳̫͇̩͙̱͎̳͚̽̐̓̔̒̈̀̽̽̔͒͠U̼̦͍͇̮̪̫͇̯̠͙̩͒͗͋̈́̅̊̾̏̆͌͛͗C̨̧̛͓̜̝͇̝̻͈̙̹͂́̿̈́́͆̅̓͒͠K̨̖̘̦̫̫͎͙͎̊̔̅̆̓̓̾͛̿̄̚͟ͅÌ͓͈̗̤̯̳̯͍͈̖͑̄̂̅́͋̏̾̽̓͢N̡̢̛͖̹̺̣̹̳͖͈̞̿̋̍̍̈̀́̑̿̑̀̍͟͜͢͡ ̢̢̞̗̭͙̩̠̯̩̤̲̱̘͊͊̈̾͌͌̄̄͗̃͒͘͘͢͝͞Ẇ̧̟̬̟̘̖̳̘̘̪̞̔̆͗̊̽̾̿͗̍͘O̡̢̥͍̪̯͉͓̫̲̣̔̏͗͊͆̈́̈́͑͌̚͝T̟̼̫̹͈̝̦̬̂͒̅̇͊̊̑͜͜͝͠͠ ̧̡̠̬̠͔̘̤͎͔̱̈̒͗̀̑̓̐͋̓́͗͊̚͟ͅM̡͍͙̮̯͙͙͚͕̬͈̆̉̎̎̈̐͌̂̐̿́͒͜͡ͅ8̧̨͓͇̫̭̟͓̲͕͊͊́̍͆̋̇̏̈̓̕͡͞ͅͅͅ?"

Hunching over, Trollge's breathing became labored, his shoulders heaving heavily. Whipping up and back, he tore free from his suit, revealing a mass of shadowy tendrils topped by a hellish face. Its mouth twisted into a disgusting grin and eye sockets completely void of both flesh and light.

"D̢̫̳̼̤̤̘̠̤̬͔͇̱̟̃̈̒͛̃́͋̌̂̅̇̆́̕͟͞I̪͖̮̭̰̙͓͈̙͎̦͖̣̩̤͐͋̊̇͑̃̎̽̋̂̿̆̇̕̚E̡̛̛̛̳͇͚̪̖̫͎̞̭̟̺͌̀̽͛͗̓́̓̀̄͟͢͠͝ͅ!̛̗̭̣̪͈̗̩̮̯̪͉̞̌̽̒̈́̿̇̈͛̉̎̊̽̅͜͜͢͞!̨͕͕͔̣̱̰̻͈̣̘̜͍̪̍͐͆͋̀̈̀̆͐̌̒̅̏͘!̨͚̭̹͔̝̺̫̙̖̥̥̮̑͗̀̂̏̾͆̈́͐̎͋̋̚̚͜͜͡!͖̠̼̖̙̠̜̟̰̦̖͚̺̫̂̐̂̍͋͛̋̽̍̍͐̾̎͘͟͠"

The deafening sound of gunshots suddenly rang out, causing Higgsbury to rapidly block his ears until Rick started panicking. A damn bullet almost grazed the taller scientist! “What did we do!?” They already had some sorta freaky humanoid ghoul tailing them for some unknown reason, now they’ve got guards on their asses again! They were screwed!

Pathetic sounds and swears spewed from Wilson as he clutched his head and spasmed. “Why now!?” He’s dealt with death already, each more gruesome and painful than the last -- but, because of Them, he and the other survivors were usually revived, starting all over from the beginning again, and again, and again for Their amusement! He had a feeling, though, that within this world, death was permanent.

Once he was placed on his feet again, he immediately ran around in circles before ducking behind Rick, who was now yelling at the armed men. Wilson’s head tilted as he listened.

Was Rick really famous or something? Or was this just some more drunken blabbering?

“Mr. San--” Higgsbury would then cut off at the freakish sight of the nearby abomination morphing into the true stuff of nightmares! “What the hell’s going on!?”

@Dark Cloud@MajorGremlin@ZAVAZggg

The soldiers didn't both responding to Rick, as the odd creature Trollge became a terrifying creature. a couple ran, as the rest laid into Trollge with fully automatic gunfire. One threw a grenade even.

@Dark Cloud@MajorGremlin@ZAVAZggg

The soldiers didn't both responding to Rick, as the odd creature Trollge became a terrifying creature. a couple ran, as the rest laid into Trollge with fully automatic gunfire. One threw a grenade even.

Trollge grabbed the grenade with one of his tendrils, quickly throwing it back to his attackers just as it exploded. Letting out an inhuman screech, he charged through the fire and the smoke to rip the nearest soldier in half, slurping out his intestines in the process. That taken care of, the beast moved into the rest, tearing them limb from limb and leaving nothing but large splotches of burgundy colored blood.

@ZAVAZggg@MajorGremlin@Dark Cloud

"Aww shit." Jesse said as he watched this all from a window. What could he do if he encountered such a creature? "I'm going to need bigger guns."

But then he saw a ball of meat roll into the scene. This world was full of all kinds of strange beings. Its no mystery after all what caused the collapse. The ball of meat rolled up to Trollge. It stopped, and Meatwad's two eyes appeared.

"Hello, I've never seen you in town before." He said with a friendly smile.

The deafening sound of gunshots suddenly rang out, causing Higgsbury to rapidly block his ears until Rick started panicking. A damn bullet almost grazed the taller scientist! “What did we do!?” They already had some sorta freaky humanoid ghoul tailing them for some unknown reason, now they’ve got guards on their asses again! They were screwed!

Pathetic sounds and swears spewed from Wilson as he clutched his head and spasmed. “Why now!?” He’s dealt with death already, each more gruesome and painful than the last -- but, because of Them, he and the other survivors were usually revived, starting all over from the beginning again, and again, and again for Their amusement! He had a feeling, though, that within this world, death was permanent.

Once he was placed on his feet again, he immediately ran around in circles before ducking behind Rick, who was now yelling at the armed men. Wilson’s head tilted as he listened.

Was Rick really famous or something? Or was this just some more drunken blabbering?

“Mr. San--” Higgsbury would then cut off at the freakish sight of the nearby abomination morphing into the true stuff of nightmares! “What the hell’s going on!?”

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Trollge grabbed the grenade with one of his tendrils, quickly throwing it back to his attackers just as it exploded. Letting out an inhuman screech, he charged through the fire and the smoke to rip the nearest soldier in half, slurping out his intestines in the process. That taken care of, the beast moved into the rest, tearing them limb from limb and leaving nothing but large splotches of burgundy colored blood.

Rick didn't spare the smaller scientist a word and yet again grabbed Higgsbury, it wasn't going to do either scientist any good to waste their time in the range of gunfire and whatever that abomination was about to do.

And so Rick booked it with the little man tucked under his arm. He didn't stop running until he couldn't hear the god awful screeching that Trollge made, he found himself stopping for breath in the middle of a park and placed the scientist Wilson upon the ground rather roughly but not enough to harm the little man.

"Y-y-you can-*belch* thank me later..." he spent a few moments wheezing before sighing exasperatedly "Ho-ho-hooooollly shit...Wh-wh-what is fucking wrong with this dimension...We-we're going to fucking die if we can't escape!

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<Snipped quote by ZAVAZggg>

Rick didn't spare the smaller scientist a word and yet again grabbed Higgsbury, it wasn't going to do either scientist any good to waste their time in the range of gunfire and whatever that abomination was about to do.

And so Rick booked it with the little man tucked under his arm. He didn't stop running until he couldn't hear the god awful screeching that Trollge made, he found himself stopping for breath in the middle of a park and placed the scientist Wilson upon the ground rather roughly but not enough to harm the little man.

"Y-y-you can-*belch* thank me later..." he spent a few moments wheezing before sighing exasperatedly "Ho-ho-hooooollly shit...Wh-wh-what is fucking wrong with this dimension...We-we're going to fucking die if we can't escape!

Trollge continued to tear at the guards from afar, albeit without touching them, as though he were using some manner of telekinetic force. Turning his manic gaze upon the small ball of meat, he addressed it.

"İ̢̨̧̖̗͖̖̳͈̞̮̬̦̦͎̩̠̖̫͓͆͂̔͐́͒̔̋͗͋̐̑͋̽̇͐̈̕͢͡͝͞ͅ'̭͓̫͉͍̤͉̱̬̠̯͉̜̪̳̯̂̏͆͌̆́̇͂̈̋̽̓͂̓̊̚͢͢͠͠͝ͅM̨͕̫͎̣̮̪̬̫̻̰͙͕̜̙̜̳̮̥̞̀̉̈́̿͆̈́́̀̍̈̽̂̃͆͌͌̀̇̓̕͘͟ ̧̢̧̙͇̯̤̩̘̣̺̝̜̗̖̟̯̙̜͎͍͌͂́̽̒͌̇̄̀̑͐͊̓͑̍͐̍̍̚͘͡N̨̡̡̨̧̝̺̳̭͉̪̗͖͙̱̫̤̎̅̈́̇̂̐̉́̀͆͂́̇̔̋̚͠Ȩ̢̡̞̻̙͖̤͔̯̦̯͍̲̣͙̫͑̌̓̔̏̏̽͛͒͗͑͗̊͂̆͋͞W̗̥̬̝̗̦̘̦̫̖͂̏͌̔̾͆̇́̐̎̕͢ ̡̧̘͔̩̹̜̫̤̟̈̏́̍̀̂̐͂̆͊͢͞͝ͅH̢̢̱̦͈̪̬̗͉͚̤̟̻̝̙̱̭͇͌̒̃͊̾̿̂̔̏͒́̄́͆̉̄͘̕͘͟͟͠Ȩ̡̗̜̦̗̙̰͉̟̲̪̟̩͕͖̦͍͈̐̅͗̏̂̈́̓͗͊̒̑̿̽̐͗̕̕̚͢͟͠͝͞Ȓ̨̛̛̜͔͓̫̙͈̤̖̘͇̭̹̰̰̩̫̜̍̍̀͆̈̅̅͑͗̈̂̀̿͊͂̕̕ͅͅĘ̛̛͉̘͉̞̮̬̭̖̬̫͚̼̩̙̊̅́̉̅̃̉́̍́͊̐͡ ̨̢̛͎͍̳̼̬̝̟̩̖̜͉̳̤͉̹̻͓̣̠̭̍͊̽̍̃͒̃̆̋̒̍̓̅̽͊̇́͂̚͢͡͠͡M̧̧̭̩͖̲̭͈̯͉̝̓͛̽̑͛̆̐͊̓͗̕É̛͇̬̯̤̼̰͖̥̳̳́͑̋́͒́̀̄̅̀͟͢A̡̡̪͍͉̺̺͈̻͙̹̓͂̌́̽̽̈̑̃͆̐͒͋́̎̕͢͢ͅͅͅT̡̢͍̪̭̜͖͍̳̝̬̳̙͔͊͗̿̂͐̀͂͛͛͒̒̿͋͝B̨̹̰͔̥͍̗̜̖͉̼̲͙̩̻̥̙̙̥̦͓̦̠͎̅̀̂̂̎͋̄́̊̀̌́̒̈̏̽̿̑́̇̄̀͛̕͘͢Ȃ̡̳͔̜͉͕͓͈̳̹̫͎̋̆̎̈͋̑̆̌̏͐̕̕̚͜ͅL̢̛̮͉̟̫̟͈̩̭̗̩̝̭͎͈͔̙̙̜͈̼̱̏̌͐̊̓̅̇͒̈́̈̅̐͆̎̒̎̈͌̿̕͟͞͞L̡̛̰͍̟͓͓̹̝̼̞̩̮̱͚̳̤̦̫̣̺͖̺̖͉͊͆̑͒͆͑̈́́̈͌͆̋̿̀̿̉̄͒̎̚͡͠͠.̢̛̛͈̮̹͉̞̥̫̠̮̻̗̟̫̞̰̳̖̘̣̜̯͙͕̇̈́̑̓̋̿̒́̽̏́̉́̈̌͗́̕͘͘͡͝͠ͅ

The top Problem Sleuth in the city stands in the center of his office, organizing his desk, arranging his paperwork and requests. Currently, there were no problems to sleuth and no dames to be rescued. He picks up his GUN and unlocks the door, exiting the room, and stepping into the elevator to the first floor. It was nice to be able to leave his office, as his previous adventure had caused him to have a slight sense of claustrophobia. But now that he had defeated MOBSTER KINGPIN, he was free to explore the city as he so desired.
Normally, he'd ask ACE DICK and PICKLE INSPECTOR to accompany him on his trips to the pub, but the two had currently traveled to the ELF KINGDOM to investigate a pickle robbery. PS had stayed behind as he preferred more traditional jobs such as saving HYSTERICAL DAMES, and had been tuckered out on such fantastical tomfoolery.
As he stepped outside, taking a deep breath of fresh air, he doffed his hat to a passerby, making sure that the CANDY CORN inside was not dropped. He began swiftly walking across the sidewalk, with his hands in his overcoat pockets. Arriving at the storefront of his destination, he looked through the glass windows to the pub, seeing it alive and bustling. He distastefully recalled the PROHIBITION ERA, and was glad that he could fuel his IMAGINATION whenever he so desired. Pushing open the door, he sat down at the booth and cleared his throat.
"I'll take a glass of whiskey on the rocks." His voice was deep and slightly raspy, complementing his rugged appearance.

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Rick didn't spare the smaller scientist a word and yet again grabbed Higgsbury, it wasn't going to do either scientist any good to waste their time in the range of gunfire and whatever that abomination was about to do.

And so Rick booked it with the little man tucked under his arm. He didn't stop running until he couldn't hear the god awful screeching that Trollge made, he found himself stopping for breath in the middle of a park and placed the scientist Wilson upon the ground rather roughly but not enough to harm the little man.

"Y-y-you can-*belch* thank me later..." he spent a few moments wheezing before sighing exasperatedly "Ho-ho-hooooollly shit...Wh-wh-what is fucking wrong with this dimension...We-we're going to fucking die if we can't escape!

As Trollge completely ravaged the poor guards, Wilson couldn’t help but watch in absolute shock. He didn’t even bother to cover his ears over that terrible screech. “Thank the stars that thing’s on our side.” For the moment anyway, sorta, maybe. Signs of a smirk itching to break through twitched at the corners of his mouth. Now, if luck kept going well; maybe one of the guards could shoot off a tendril or two? Wilson’s fairly quick on his feet, he could probably rush in there to grab and --

Speaking of grabbing, the unfortunate pipsqueak was snatched up by Rick again, and away they went, with Wilson crossing his arms and accepting his fate as ‘One-to-be-carried’.

Once he’s on his feet again, his mouth opened only to quickly shut again. The taller man of science was right, and Higgsbury found himself nodding a tad. “Y-yes, I… Appreciate the ride, fellow scientist.” He sighed as well, giving Rick’s knee a few pats. “Maybe there’s a spot we could lay low for a while? Take a breather to think, yes~?”

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As Trollge completely ravaged the poor guards, Wilson couldn’t help but watch in absolute shock. He didn’t even bother to cover his ears over that terrible screech. “Thank the stars that thing’s on our side.” For the moment anyway, sorta, maybe. Signs of a smirk itching to break through twitched at the corners of his mouth. Now, if luck kept going well; maybe one of the guards could shoot off a tendril or two? Wilson’s fairly quick on his feet, he could probably rush in there to grab and --

Speaking of grabbing, the unfortunate pipsqueak was snatched up by Rick again, and away they went, with Wilson crossing his arms and accepting his fate as ‘One-to-be-carried’.

Once he’s on his feet again, his mouth opened only to quickly shut again. The taller man of science was right, and Higgsbury found himself nodding a tad. “Y-yes, I… Appreciate the ride, fellow scientist.” He sighed as well, giving Rick’s knee a few pats. “Maybe there’s a spot we could lay low for a while? Take a breather to think, yes~?”

"Yeah y-you know your right, ho-hopefully Morty is doing okay I really am rooting for my piece of shit grandson...So you uh...Hungry?" Rick was aware that the question may be a sensitive one but he thought he'd ask out of formality "Ever had shezsuaun?" he asked.

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"Yeah y-you know your right, ho-hopefully Morty is doing okay I really am rooting for my piece of shit grandson...So you uh...Hungry?" Rick was aware that the question may be a sensitive one but he thought he'd ask out of formality "Ever had shezsuaun?" he asked.

It didn’t take long for Wilson to proudly plant his hands on his hips and smirk over the taller guy agreeing with him, but that softened once this ‘piece of shit grandson’ was mentioned. ‘M-mind your language, Mr. Sanchez. How ungentlemanly!’, was what Wilson would’ve said if he had the chance. Instead, Higgsbury resorted to pouting and dismissing. The lucky dog had family dragged into this world with him, but that might not have been too great of a thing. Who knows what other horrors lurked around! And that grandson couldn’t have been that bad enough to deserve being torn to shreds by some crazy-ass monster, right?

All of that was instantly forgotten though.

“Hungry?” Damn right! Wilson was beaming! Drooling, even! But he was quick to go almost blank-faced, raising an eyebrow. “What in science’s name is that even…?”

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It didn’t take long for Wilson to proudly plant his hands on his hips and smirk over the taller guy agreeing with him, but that softened once this ‘piece of shit grandson’ was mentioned. ‘M-mind your language, Mr. Sanchez. How ungentlemanly!’, was what Wilson would’ve said if he had the chance. Instead, Higgsbury resorted to pouting and dismissing. The lucky dog had family dragged into this world with him, but that might not have been too great of a thing. Who knows what other horrors lurked around! And that grandson couldn’t have been that bad enough to deserve being torn to shreds by some crazy-ass monster, right?

All of that was instantly forgotten though.

“Hungry?” Damn right! Wilson was beaming! Drooling, even! But he was quick to go almost blank-faced, raising an eyebrow. “What in science’s name is that even…?”

Looking around Rick searched for the familiar shape of a giant yellow 'M' and as he spotted one in the distance he pointed to it just as the sun crested it like a holy beacon "Th-there is the place of wh*belch*ich shezhuan is sold, they sold it as a promotion for the movie Mulan. AND IT'S THE BEST SH-S*belch*HIT YOU'LL EVER TASTE!" he exclaimed as he told Higgsbury as if he were reciting a prophecy.

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Looking around Rick searched for the familiar shape of a giant yellow 'M' and as he spotted one in the distance he pointed to it just as the sun crested it like a holy beacon "Th-there is the place of wh*belch*ich shezhuan is sold, they sold it as a promotion for the movie Mulan. AND IT'S THE BEST SH-S*belch*HIT YOU'LL EVER TASTE!" he exclaimed as he told Higgsbury as if he were reciting a prophecy.

Wilson turned to glance at what Rick pointed to, with the lens of his dark goggles giving a delightful glow courtesy of this ‘holy light’! Lo and behold, in the distance towered a great and magnificent golden M. This ‘shezhuan’ thing’s kingdom! Wilson ooo’d and aah’d while his grin stretched ear-to-ear, filled to the brim with awe! So much awe that everything else was just a garble to him for a moment, all until it cleared just in time for Wilson to hear about its taste.

His gloved hands balled into tight fists while his face went dead serious, and ever-so-slowly, he craned his neck to look up at Rick again.

“I want it. I want it now…” It felt like his life depended on having just one little taste. This was for SCIENCE! He couldn’t die happily without trying this heavenly meal!

@ZAVAZggg@Kenshi

Jesse noted the odd creature talking to the ball of meat, but went to catch up with Zyx.

"I think there might be bigger problems than this cult. Cults are horrible, but did you see that thing take out all those soldiers?" Jesse asked Zyx

Meatwad, meanwhile, noted how Trollge was killing armed men.

"Wow, you sure didn't get along with them." He then tried to piece the situation together, and his eyes lit up as he smiled at Trollge "Are you a superhero?"

@ZAVAZggg@Kenshi

Jesse noted the odd creature talking to the ball of meat, but went to catch up with Zyx.

"I think there might be bigger problems than this cult. Cults are horrible, but did you see that thing take out all those soldiers?" Jesse asked Zyx

Meatwad, meanwhile, noted how Trollge was killing armed men.

"Wow, you sure didn't get along with them." He then tried to piece the situation together, and his eyes lit up as he smiled at Trollge "Are you a superhero?"

Zyx shrugged.

"Not see it no, but I did hear it. In all honesty, I'm not too concerned about it. Caliborn is a far worse threat, trust me."

Meanwhile, back in the streets...

Trollge let out a distorted laugh, one that sent fear rushing through the bones of all standing nearby, provided they had any.

"̨͈͚͇̙͍͔̼͓͔̺͔̝̥͎̦͈͉̱͋̾͂̓͒̈́̇͋̒͛̌̾͊͌̽̊̌̓̚͟͠H̨̨̝͈̤̰̪͈̺̮̳̺̟̟̖̽͆̓̒̿͛̓͒̑̀̉̑̌̈́̚̕̚͘ͅͅͅȨ̟̘̖̖̣̟̘͎͖̍̓͊͊̉͒͆̒̏̒̊͢͢͞R̢̡̮͓͙̝̫͓̤̝̝̬̝̲̊͂͑̎̀̓́̓́͑̃̕͜͠͠͡Ó̧͈͙̼͓̗̪̭̭̣͊̆̆̀̄̾̀̇̎̕̚͢ͅ?̡̧̯̱̗̣̜̣͉͖̗͙͈̪̦̹̄̑̿̓̽͆̐́͗̋̄̓͒̓̽͜͟͞͞͞!̧̨̬̤̠̗͔̣̟̼̳̫̜͓̜̖̹̀̎̓͆̉̂̄̿̊͑̅̉̈́̊̑͝͠ ̨̡͓̘͎͉͕̣̖̯̭͕̯̝̮̯̦́̃̓͑̍̈́̏́́͋̑͑͒͐́̈͛̆͋͜͢͝ͅŅ̢̨̡̡̛̛̞̤̜͈̻͙̫͍̃͋̐̓̋͒̎̓̊͒͘O͈̣̦̞̩̮̗͉̖̘͚͍̠̲̝̲̱͊̀́̑͑̇̽̄̓͊̊̒͊̍̏̇͠,̡̦̥̺̹̺͍̠̫̭̠̭͇̗͓̭̖͗̏́̇͒̑͛͂͋̉̽̆̕̚̚͘͟͞͝ ̢̨̖̼͉̺̥͈̬̯̹͓̱̀́̌̈̊̏̿́̈́̇͘͝͞Y̗̥̞̯͔͇͉̝̣͓̳̠̦̞̒̒̀̄͌̈͑̉̆̈͌̊̚͝Ọ̹͔̝͍͖͓̗̙̱͌͊̆̎̈͌̇̓̓͘͜͡U̡̪͙̩̫̜͕̳̙͔̖͑̎̾͆̐͗̈̓͒͗͡'̛̥͖̪̠̫̬̱͇͍̭̖̬̪̖̏͊̾̇̿͌͊̎̇̆̓̒̚͜͝R̢͓̺̼̺̳̪͓̠̞̟̆́̀͐̅̍̆́̃̾̆̂̉ͅͅE̢̢̨̧͉͈̳͈̯͖͎̹̰͙͚̅̅̐̈́͊̓̆̿̀̅̈́̆̿̈̈́͘͟͢͞͠ͅ ̛̱̘̟̖͚̱͚͚̹̳̯̤̉͋̏̈͗̄͌̊̃͋̋̀͘͜͢͝ͅT̢̨̛̩̥̰̹͈̤̤͇̥̬̬͔͙̋̀̿͛͑̀̃̾̿̋̂̾̕͢͞͝A̧̛͓͈͇͖̜͍͍̣̤̙̪̗̔̏̒̍̐͐̑͌̌̋͡͝͠ͅĻ̝̟̭̱̹̦͎̠̹͈͙̰̝̀̈͆̑͂̀͋̈́̾͐͂̃̉̏̅͟͢͢͠͝Ķ̡̟̯̣͓̖̰͙̳̙͔̣͔̈̿͛̉̾͊͗͊͗̌̇͒͑͆̇͊͢͜͟͡I̡̡̢͓̝̼̣̺̙̹̖̠̥̮͖͗͋̌͂̂͂̆̆̆̐̍̐̚̕̚͢͞N̡̝̼̼̭̗̪͍̦̗̮̳̰̻͗̌̐́͗̄͑̀̅̀̀̚̚͠Ģ̨͕͕̻̝͈͉̳̖̗͍͇͚͍̄͒̎̿͐̐̍̄̿͐͒̐̾͑͘̕͜ ̢̢̧̛̤̜͎̲͈͓̬̞̲̲̯͕̙͕̩̓͐͗͌̒̎̇̋̄̃̀̌̍͒̓̕͞T̛̲̭̩̹̗̺̗̙̖̭͓͐̃̐͒͌̇̒̀̎̀̇́͢͜͟͞Ơ̧͙̻͖͉̲̠͙̱͎͉̰͖͂͆̿͗̒̉̐͑̾̑̌͘̕͟ ̛͎̗̖̼͙̲̝̯̹̹͉̱͔̭͖̬͖̥͗̌̓̀̉̈͒̆̊̓̇͒̊̐̽͝͝T̨̧̮̳̗̫̜̥̙̞̗̘̫͍͎̩̿͆̈̑̐͆̑̊̉̀̄̌̉̚͢͠͝͠͝ͅH̢̨̪̦͔̦̫̯̙̬̞̜̍̐̂͂̈͛̌̓̋̈͛͋̚͜͞ͅĘ̡̧̺͔̼̠͓̳͓̱̳̪̬͋͋̀̒̇͗́̈̊̓̊̆͌̕ ̧̨̥͕̙͖̞̟̟̠͊́̀̾̀̏̚͢͡͠͡͠V̨̝̫̬̜̞̱̘̭̖̊͐̀̇̏͑̓͐͐͗̔͜͝ͅỊ̡̢̨̣̖̯̝̩͈̮̯̦͒̄͊̈̄͊͂͐̐͒̓̃̽̆̚͢͢͡ͅL̡̨̟̥̠͉̳͖̭̳̭̘͈̜͂̒̌͐͆̎̆̋͂̇̑͆̀͠L̢̨̢͍̲͓͉͔̪͔̩̀̈́̏̌̐̔̈́͐̄̀͌͌̆̿͢͟͟͝ͅĂ̧̡͔͕̺͍̥͙̩̠̝̲̼̅̐͒̉́͌̊͂̎͂̀̑͗͘͟͜I̡̨̡̧̨̧͎͚͓̘̯̺̗̻͈͑́͐͗͋͐̀̋̂̌́̕͘͘͢͡͞Ñ̨̡̛͇̰͉͚͇̯̝̠͚͚̟͙̲͊̊̋̉̃̽̈͗̅̅̈́̀̔͗͟ ̨̧̛̳͕̺̘̙̜̦̫͈̤̲̙͓̱̭͐̓̏̆͒͂̇̎́̎͐̆̽̃̈́̕͡ͅO̡̡̧̙̖̥̙͕̼̠̭̩̺̗͍͊͑̆̉̓̇̂̽̇͒̅̀̈̕͡F̧̱̙̫̞̭͇̝͉͚̰͉̱̍͌͂̀̉́̅̀͛̒̒̋́͘͢ ̧̧̞̗̱̮̻̟̮̼̱̲̥̱̖̞̯͊̌͛̋̒͒͛͊̌̔̈̀̍́̌̽͘̚͟͢͝T̨̨̨̢̛͍͈͚̣̺̼̠̎̎̑͛̍̓̿̅̂̚͢͝H̢̛̛̭̲̹̝͈̱̠̹̺̫͓̠̣̻̫̾̔͆̿̈̈́̾̂͛͋̎͂͛͡͠ͅE̯̻͍̫̞̰͙͉̯̣̺͐̊͆̈́̿̏̒̐͞͝͠͝ͅ ͇͉̠̜̠̩̙̪͖̱̠̯̺͙̊̉̓̅̓̈̃̅͑̓̿̌̓̏̿͘̕͟͜͞͝ͅͅͅŞ̡̛̙̤̳̗͈̤̬̞̉́̌̑́͛̒̃̚͢͝T̡̛͔͔̥̘̺̖̱̩̪͉̺͔̘̬̰̑͑̑̈̌͆͑̃̀̄̀͛̿̚̕͜͟͝͞Ǫ̢̛̟͇͖̝̼̠̜̖̖͙̺̹̒͗̆̄̏̒̀̄̔̍̊̔͘͢͟͞͝͝ͅR̨̠̙̹̠̩̱͈̮̗̃̽̓̈̎́͊̆̕̕͘͟Y̧̹̣͓̟̰͚̪̫̻͔̱̟̣̯̘̫͖̲̅̊̋̌̋́̌̏̌̏͒͒̍̾́͛͘͘͢͠͠ ̡̛̯̰̻̗̫͔͎̤͇̬̤̙̳͎̻̘̭̄̀͌̈̓̈͗͛͂̌̓͆̎͌̋͂͆͜͠M̨̢̺̱͕̗̖̣̼̖̱̹̩̞̤̮̲͑̋̎̾̿̅͗̀̔̔̓̒̀̈́̇̊̎̕͟͢͡͡ͅȲ̡͔͚̩̪̲͇̣̞͎̪̺̘̻̹̜̻̔̀̓̌̂́̀̐͊̅͆̍̈́͂̃̎̕͢͡ͅ ̨̢̛̠̮̬̖̞̘̰̆̒͂́͂͊͐͜͡͞D̢̡̨̡̢̡̜̯͈̳̼͎̳̠̪̭̼̖̟̾̊̅͑̎̒̀̓̃̿̈́̈̈͛̓̏̋̏͡E̡̧̨̨͚̤̞͕̭͉̯̠̲̪̽̈̋̀́̇̈́̓̾̿̍̆͂̂̆͘͜͜Ä̡̺̺͍̘̹̻̗̻̜̲̩̻͙̳͍́̒̀̈́̐̆͊̑͌̽́̌̈͒̀̿̈́͗͜͟͝ͅR̡̨̛̺͉̭̥͔͔̥̤͇̺͍͕̯͐͋̊̇̾̍͆̀̋͐͆͐͗̑̚͢͜͜͡͠.̨̛̞͇̼̘͈̯̳̪̥͆̇͐͒̅̔̿̽̀͘͢͟͠"̨̛̝̗̼̤͔̗̭͈͔̀͌̓̒̓̈́͋͆̈̕͟͜͡

As Problem Sleuth sipped on his whiskey, his IMAGINATION level rose. If he were to construct a FORT, he would be able to access the IMAGINARY WORLD. However, he would rather not trifle with such matters. His time in the imaginary realm was done. What wasn't done was his glass of whiskey. He finished it off and stared at the table in a hard-boiled manner. Lots of things he did were hard-boiled. In fact, he may well be the hardest boiled person alive.

Wait, no, that sounds a bit wrong. Problem Sleuth was not literally boiled. He also was not hard, literally or figuratively. But he was hard-boiled, even when making sexual innuendo. He was used to that sort of stuff.

After he paid for his whiskey, he stood up and headed outside. He was slightly wobbly but regained his balance shortly.

He had yet to catch up on today's newspaper, so he placed a coin in a newspaper rack and got to reading. He was striding down the street with no real destination in mind. All he was really doing was basking in the fact that the world is real.

He walks up close to a ruckus. He barely noticed before he looked up from his newspaper. There was a strange monstrous individual wreaking havoc in the streets, killing armed men. This looked to be a problem in need of a sleuth. And if this individual were to continue its rampage, then sure enough a dame will end up getting injured. And as he was a hard-boiled, brave detective, he would undoubtedly die fighting if dames were involved.

He lie in wait with his KEY at the ready, waiting for things to get hairy so he can prepare an ambush and begin a perfectly timed STRIFE.

@ZAVAZggg

"We're going to have to kill the thing eventually, probably." Jesse said as he followed Zyx

Meatwad looked at the ground in what seemed like disappointment. In reality he was too dumb to remain disappointed too long.

"Want to hang out? I can be your evil sidekick the...very...bad meat." He said, smiling to himself and thinking it was a clever name "No. I am dark. The Dark Meat."

@ZAVAZggg

"We're going to have to kill the thing eventually, probably." Jesse said as he followed Zyx

Meatwad looked at the ground in what seemed like disappointment. In reality he was too dumb to remain disappointed too long.

"Want to hang out? I can be your evil sidekick the...very...bad meat." He said, smiling to himself and thinking it was a clever name "No. I am dark. The Dark Meat."

"It shouldn't be too hard," Zyx replied, motioning for Jesse to halt as they approached a flight of stairs leading down to what appeared to be the mall's basement. There was no sound as far as mortals were concerned, but an Ultima like Zyx could hear a low hum in the air. Most likely emanating from the magical wards. Calmly laying his hand on the pommel of his sword, he gestured for Jesse to follow as he nonchalantly descended the stairs.

"Get ready. I've a feeling the cult is on the other side of this door. At least a few of their members anyway, and when cornered there's no telling what they will do."

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The horrid sound of bones cracking could be heard, not only as Trollge whipped his head around to look at the talking wad of meat, but also when he silenced the final soldier's scream by liberating his ribcage from his chest cavity.

"̨̡̛̯̠̻̝̠͇̣̣͖͚̭̍̔̀̆̇̂̄͌̍͂̚͟͠͝Ḑ̦̪͔̙̗̖̘̳̫̮̱͇̲́̅͛̾͋͗̅͆̿̔̿͆̔͋Ä̢̨̩͍̝̫̹͈̜̝̱͉̥́͛̑̎̒͌͊͆̈́̔͛̅͞R̡̭̭͔͚̩̦͔͍͉̒́̉͐̓̏̋̆͆̚̚͢Ḱ̖͓̜͔͙̣̮̞̲̦̣̹͚̍̉͐̎͒̓͌̉̍̋̏͟͢͠͡͞ ̨̨̣̟̟̻͓͉͈͙͙͉̄̋̂͒̐̃̑̈̿͋̅̚M̧̢̥͎͈̘̞͚͓̭̬̙͎̿̽̈̍̊̃͐͐̈́̃̅̿͘͟͞Ẽ̢͓̰̣̮̯͖͕̤̟̂͛̍̂̆̋̏̔̿͆̚͜͟A̬̻̠̦͈͔̜̥͇̋̍̿̊̌̀͛̀͌͘ͅŢ̛͔̘̹̬̞͚͔̱̬͒̓́́̽̆̕̕͡ ̯̗̗̟̪͙̰̯͙̟̺̓́̒̃̆́̔̈̿̿̆͠ͅI̢̝͍͔̣͇̫͉͉̩̦͒̓͒̈̏̀̌͆̓̓͡N̢̧̛̦̞̬̻͙̹̰̤̥̤͇̽̓́̔̈́̾̄͗͌̽͋͡D̡̧͈͍͓͇͕͕̮̼̗͈̫̮̅̓̋̈̾̓̍̇͛́̽̎͠͞É̢̲͙͚̜̩̼͓̮͚̊̔̏̆̐͛͒̚͝Ȩ̨̛̻̣̦͚̪͚̭͙̘̞̳͊̏̈́̒̑͑͋̽̈͠͡Ḑ̲̯̫̰̼͈̗̗̪̫̞̐̊́̒̎̎͌̐̏̊̿͝!̧̳̹̜̻̳͓͔̺͍̝̮̆̑̿̍͆̓͒̄̓͂̓́͑̚͜ͅ ̤̲̗͇̦̜̙͙̤̬̭͍͉͍̇̃̅̎͒̽̓̆̀̓̂̋̃́͢͠Ḩ̘͖͖̤̲̣̟͚̙̤̂̈́͗͊̐̀͑̄̓̕͞È̥͉͍̣̺̼͙͈͖̔̀̓̋̃͆͘͘̚͟͟͠Ė͙̰̯̰͍̪̠̜̫̰̳̅̂͑̊͑͂́́̔͘͘͜͢͞͠ͅ ̜͙̪͎͈̯̤̙̹͙͖̜͔͔̋͊̋̊̈̀̀̍̈́͑͗̚̕͝Ĥ̢̙̖͉̫̳̘̳͎̬̯̌͊̓̀̈̊͆̈́͛͢͠͠E̡̹̜̙͈̟̬̖̺̟̖̓͒̒̉̂̈̀̾̔̀̒̄̚͢͢Ė̡͓̹̩̬̭̦̪͕̗̘͚̦̏͛̃̐̈̿̔̀̽̕̕͞ ̧̢̧̢̲̩̲͔̳̖͔̠̺͇́͐̃̎̈̋̅̔̔̑̅͒͗͢͝͠H͉̩̯̻͎̜̠̬͛̄̅̂͆̽͛̎̕̕͜͢͠ͅĘ̡̨͕͓͚̠̮̞̼͓̺̊̈́́̓̀͛̉̃̈́̊̉̌̽͢͢͞E̡̮͔̼̻̹͉͎̹͔̒̄̐̀͊̔͒͂͊̒̋́͘͜͟͜͡ͅ,̡͚͔̙͇̩̖̣̖̳̬̾̄̓̎̌͛͛̀͐̎̿̉͢ ̱̰̬͈̼͍͎̩͚̝͔̀͆̅̍̔̔̂̾̔͌̀̕͢͞ͅH̤̹̘̯̲̪̘̗̠̟̠̭̻̫̐́̉͛̐̔̒̿̔͗̔́̂͡Ȁ̡̧̧̜͙̟͍̥̬̼͉̱͉̍̏͋́̍̿͑̒͊͂͜͞͝͠ ̳͇̞̺̗͇͍̺̰̪̟͍̬̗̀͌͑̂̐͆̐͗͂̽̍̀̚͢͠͞H̜͍͇̥̗̻̠͖̠̣̑̀͒͗̾̽͆͂̍̔͘͟͢͞A̱͚̻̭̟͓͎̱̠̱̙̠̎̓̇͒̿́̐̇̈́̕͟͠͝͡͝ͅ ̡̛̗͔̮̳̻̗̻̻̝͎̟̈́̋̋̏̅͂͊̓̃̔͘͘͢Ḣ̨̙͕̼͙͔̞͖͔̝̬͔͍̿̆̍͂͐̈́̍̽͝͠͞͝A̡̭͔̭̺͓̬̗͈͇͒̏̉̓͊̒͆̿̆̆̋͘͘͟͢ͅ ̢̡̖̜͍͎̠̤̥̤̩͌̇͒̎̂̈̄̂̀̅͂H͈̜̹̦̭̹͍̠̲͙͛̄́̍̀̊̑̎̃͗͑̕͜ͅẢ̢̡̡̦̬̻̤͕͎͕͌͒̓͛̆̄̏̐̏̉̓̕͟͜ͅ!̢͉̠̗͎͓͙̮̱̯̓̋̉͊̽͒̈̃͘̚͜͞"̛̲̝̰͚̜̻̤̭̹͚̩̎̑̋̌̂͑͂̈̕͟͡͠

Taking the wad of meat into his arms, Trollge returned to his suit, putting it on and brushing it clean. His shadowy bulk conformed back to the natural proportions of your average man, while his hands shifted back to their human shape. His face, still stained with blood, was noticeably less twisted as it had settled back into its jollier grin. Striding off down the street, Trollge kept out an eye for more chaos he and his protien based friend could cause.

@ZAVAZggg@Kenshi

Jesse cocked his glock and prepared to headshot a bunch of cultists as soon as the door opened.

"Alright we'll see what this cult is made of."

@madface7

The thugs that previously attacked Jesse weren't acting independently. They were part of a local street gang. Problem Sleuth wasn't waiting long until one of these gangsters approached him.

"Look like you have some money in that jacket." He said "I want it." The thug said, revealing a handgun.