Krrreativ?

Ahem ahem.  Jeg vet ikke om dere er klar over det, men jeg er en GIGANTISK KJEMPENERD.  Dette utarter seg på mange måter, men en av dem er at jeg liker å skrive.   Det er lenge lenge siden jeg virkelig har gjort et forsøk på å skrive noe som ikke involverer å gi noen så  hatten passer via tekst over the interwebz.

Så!  På tide å poste noe kreativt som ikke bare er flere paragrafer med verbale angrep!  Men bare så dere vet det, jeg skriver veldig usammenhengende og det er skjeldent jeg gjør noe ferdig.  Så dette gir nok ikke så mye mening.

Kjapp bakgrunn:
Casey er en ubrukelig fyr som ikke gjør mye med livet sitt. En vakker dag dukker Kyle opp, en humørsyk og kjip drittsekk som også tilfeldigvis jobber som en slags talentspeider for overnaturlige makter. Det viser seg at Casey har uante krefter (duh) og Kyle har, særdeles motvillig, blitt instruert om å veilede og trene Casey og forhåpentligvis sørge for at han ikke får seg selv drept. Men før Kyle får tid til å sette i gang noen som helst form for opplæring bryter det klassiske helvetet løst og for Casey får uttrykket “praktisk erfaring” en helt ny betydning. Desverre er Casey fortsatt ubrukelig og Kyle er en utålmodig jævel. Hurra hurra hurra.

Denne delen av historien finner sted etter at en gjeng med udøde (herreh for et teit ord) monstre har gått berserk i gatene og Casey og Kyle har dratt ut for å stoppe dem. Onward!

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Casey stopped and stared, jaw slack, at what was moving towards him.  They had probably been regular people at some point, but now they were walking abominations, flesh rotting off their bones as they lumbered forth, faces twisted into expressions of agony and desperation.  They seemed to be fighting every single step they took, like unwilling puppets on a sinister master’s strings.  Casey felt like someone had dropped him straight into a zombie film.

“Hey, Boy Blunder,”  Kyle’s voice snapped him out of his shock.  “Here.”

Casey’s stomach churned as Kyle handed him, of all things, a sword.  With a shaking hand he accepted it and subsequently nearly dropped it as it proved far heavier than expected.  He looked from the sword to Kyle in utter confusion.   “What am I supposed to do with this?”

Kyle rolled his eyes.  “You stick the pointy end into the monster.”  He said slowly.  “I realise that sticking pointy things into other things is probably a completely foreign concept for you, nerd-boy, but I’m sure you can extrapolate.”

Casey’s jaw clenched at the insult, but as he opened his mouth to answer that he’d had at least one girlfriend, thank-you, something sailed through the air and landed at his feet.  He looked down, and felt the bile rise up in the back of his throat as he realised that what had been thrown at him was a human hand.
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Kyle’s eyes narrowed.  “They are slaves to the Necromancer’s will.  Even though their bodies are decomposed and withered, their souls are still trapped inside their broken husks.  They feel every scratch, every blow, every limb torn off by their own hands, and they are powerless to stop it.  They want to scream, but their mouths will not obey them.  They want to die, but their bodies defy them.   They want it to end, but the end eludes them.  Forever.”

Casey stared at him for a few seconds, then lurched forward and emptied the contents of his stomach, only narrowly missing Kyle’s shoes as the Guardian leapt backwards.

“Fuck’s sake!”  He yelled.  “That was meant to make you take this fucking seriously, not vomit all over my Goddamn shoes!”  There was a roll of thunder above them and Kyle winced. “Sorry.”  He addressed the skies.

Casey wiped his mouth and straightened, almost losing his balance as the world around him spun.  “This is insane.”   He mumbled.  “I can’t be your guy.  Find someone else.”

Kyle rolled his eyes.  “The system isn’t wrong, kid.  And if you’ve already forgotten, you just manifested something pretty strong just a few moments ago, and I’m not referring to the puke that almost got on my shoes.”   He pointed at the scorch mark that had been a zombie a few minutes ago.  “That shit right there?  Not everyone knows how to do that.”

Casey shuddered.  He didn’t want to admit it, but he couldn’t deny that something had happened.  He just didn’t fully understand what.  “How am I meant to control this?  I did it because I panicked, not because I actually had any damn idea what I was doing.”  He felt his stomach churn again as he remembered just how close the lumbering zombie had been.

“Yeah, you screamed like a girl too.”  Kyle snickered.  “But seriously kid, that just proves that it comes naturally to you.  You can if you have to, now we just have to make you do it when you want to.”

“How?”   Casey stared hopelessly at the scorch mark that he was responsible for.

To Casey’s surprise, Kyle grinned.  “Insert training montage here.”  He said.

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A few minutes later, Casey found himself standing outside a run-down manor.  The paint was coming off the façade in large chunks, most of the windows were broken and the door looked like it would come crashing down on anyone that tried to open it.  “How is this helpful?”  He asked.  Kyle ignored him and stepped up to the door and pushed it open.  It creaked threateningly, but opened without incident.

“Mallory!”   Kyle shouted as he made his way into the manor.   “Sober up, we’ve got another one!”

None of this made Casey feel any more confident, but he followed Kyle inside.  The floorboards creaked far worse than the door had and he wondered if he stepped a bit too hard, he’d get an impromptu tour of the basement.  Kyle seemed oblivious to his concerns as per usual, and was wandering brazenly through the house, looking around for what Casey assumed was this Mallory-person.

“How can anyone live here?”  Casey wondered.  Most of the furniture was in a bad way, tables missing legs, a couch that looked like it had been ravaged by a very angry animal, and a thick layer of dust covered just about everything.

“What?”  Kyle looked over his shoulder at him, and the look in his eyes spoke volumes about what he thought about Casey’s intelligence.  It was a look Casey had gotten used to by now.  Then he seemed to remember something, and he smacked his forehead.   “C’mere, kid.”  Kyle waved him over, and when he was within arm’s reach, Kyle slapped him across the face.

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Sånn!  Btw.  Jeg fikk nettopp leilighet.  Jeg flytter om en uke.  Shitbrix.