So here is my little Teaser, to get people (You) interested. See what you think, any advise to what you think of my teaser is much apppreciated. I want to give the Captial Wasteland a Darker more sadistic outlook, rather than what we usually have on here.
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Teaser

The town of Megaton was dark and erie. Some walked the streets, but everyone had either gone to bed or was in Moriarty's bar getting drunk. I was one of them getting drunk. The bar stank of cheapness and death, but that was reasonable coming from the goul who I had not caught his name. And the cheapness was from everyone inside. The wasteland had been good to me, but I had not been to it. I had killed many people and ghouls out in the wasteland. Everytime I wandered around in the wasteland, I fell apon a poor group of scavangers or wastelanders who had no future, but to fall to my gun of choice.

I guess I seemed like a friendly person to them, but behind that "friendly" look was a dark and someone with no future. I was a gun for hire, and was accepting any contract that came my way. Nothing was out of line when it came to a contract or some kind of job. Whether it be killing a scav. team or killing a horde of wandering ghouls in the old subway systems. I was on it.

I sat drinking my whiskey when a woman with red hair eyed me from across the room. She was obviously the town [censored], and I wasn't drowning my sorrow's with the whiskey. I walked over and handed her some caps. She accepted, and we went to her room. I looked around the room as she sat on the bed, patting a spot next to her telling me to sit. I closed the door behind me.

Woo :goodjob: i'd like to see the whole story. 1 thing, check your grammar.

Its good. Please continue or you'll have a unpleasant visit by the ENCLAVE.

Looks good, and I like the idea of giving Fallout a darker, grittier feel. You're just going to have to watch the content though, to make sure you don't break any rules. After all, this is a PG-13 forum and Fallout is a M-rated game. We all know what comes after the M rating...

Aside from that, as cake said, make sure to watch your grammar and spelling. If you write this carefully, I foresee a great fic.

EDIT: Hmm, I think they added more emoticons since the last time I had access to a real computer.

Thanks everyone for the input. I hope that this is a good chapter. I decided to make the Teaser a Prologue as well so if you read the Teaser, Chapter 1 will make sense.


Chapter 1

I awoke the next day, drunk, irritated, and in need of another drink. The local [censored] was gone, I was glad she had left. Her sight would have just irritated me more than I was. The room stunk of cheapness, just as the rest of the bar had. I got dressed, and walked down the stairs and sat at the counter. The ghoul walked over to me, cleaning a glass.


“What will you have today stranger? Another whiskey.” He placed the glass down, and rested his decrepit hands down on the counter. My scar down my eye was irritating me, and I couldn’t help but rub it.

“I’ll have another whiskey. And also a beer if you have any?” I said reaching for some caps in my dark dirty jacket pocket. The ghoul took them, and began filling my glass of whiskey, and handing me my beer. The beer was warm, but what wasn’t in the wasteland. I took a quick chug of my beer, and nursed my warm stale dirty whiskey. The ghoul had not closed the whiskey bottle the night before, and it had collected some dirt inside.


The ghoul returned to his business while I nursed my whiskey, and chugged my beer. The red head was at her usual spot, leaning against the wall with her left foot pressed against the same wall. It was about ten o’ clock, and I was down to my last couple of caps. It was not looking up for me. I had no job or contract. my attitude towards others was questionable, and I was irritated. My clothes were worn to almost unimaginable disrepair. I was at the bottom of the bottom less pit, and I had no way of knowing how to get out.

The hours went by, and I still sat at the bar counter, nursing my weak dirty whiskey. Several people had walked in, and the ghoul had taken their orders while I sat alone and irritated. At about noon, I was deciding whether or not to stay and waist my last twelve caps on another whiskey and beer. Things quickly changed when a blonde slender, nice looking woman walked in. She wore a typical sun hat that covered her neck and face from the wasteland sun.

I looked at her nice slender legs. I wasn’t interested, but when I could find them, I usually just looked. She sat next to me, and looked at me with a quick smile. The ghoul walked over, and stood cleaning another glass.

“What will you have Emily?” she looked at me again, and I could see she had glanced at my scar running down my left eye.

“I’ll have what he’s having?” she said crossing her legs at the stool. I couldn’t help but keep looking. She knew, and still she hadn’t made a fuss. The ghoul smiled his grim ugly smile, and went to grab a whiskey and beer.

“What is your name stranger?” she asked with a smile. I looked up with astonishment, why would she want to talk to me. There were plenty of other guys to talk to. They all knew she was the hottest thing in the bar, and the local [censored] knew it as well.

“My name?”

“Yes? your name.”

“Ben... Ben ‘The Butcher.’” I said holding out my hand. She had a gentle handshake, and was beginning to look good. I took a hit of my whiskey, and finished it off.

“Is that the last whiskey? Ben ‘The Butcher’” she said as I looked for my remaining twelve caps. I looked up at her, giving her my complete attention.

“I guess so. I’m kind of low on funds. Nothing to do lately but drink!” I continued to rummage through my jacket, and other pockets where I had placed caps previously before.

“Let me buy you another, Ben. I’ve got a fortune, more than that [censored] Tenpenny. My father and I lived back west, and we made a fortune in hunting for out of the way towns and settlements.” I looked around once more, and accepted her offer. The ghoul returned, and she asked for another whiskey and beer.

“My names..”

“I know your name. The ghoul said your name when you came in. Its nice to meet you Emily!” I said nodding at the ghoul as he quickly returned with my drinks. All the men were jealous of me as Emily and I sat talking about an offer she had. I could tell that they just wanted to shoot me right then and there. I didn’t care, I was the best gun in the Capital Wasteland.

“I have an offer. I want you to go to a small settlement just a few miles from here. Its called ‘Big Town’. Full of teen’s and young advlts.” She looked directly into my eyes as she continued, “Super Mutants have attacked, and have taken several of the settler’s. I don’t care about them. But ‘Big Town’ is my main priority. Kill them or capture them. If you kill them all, you can be awarded at least 150 caps. If they are captured, and you take them to the Slavers. You will be awarded 360 caps. It does matter on how many die if you capture some. At least six of the settlers must make it to the Slavers or you will be given a random number.”

I thought for a moment about the offer. Killing was my thing, and the Slavers were not my kind of people, even though I did do some side jobs for them in the past. I looked at Emily, and with a quick shot of whiskey I accepted. I had everything I needed, except a weapon. My last weapon had been busted when I fought a Super Mutant in D.C.

“I’m going to need some of that payment now for a gun or some kind of weapon. I don’t have any caps... Well I do have twelve.” Emily looked at me with a smile, and pulled out her bag, full of junk and caps.

“Here. But this counts as part of your payment?” she handed me 100 caps.

“I understand.” I said placing them in my pocket.

I took that caps, and walked out to get a weapon. This job would be fun. Lots of killing or some kind of injury. I walked into the local general store, and without thinking much. I bought a six-shooter, a sawed-off double barrel shotgun, and some ammo for both. I was back down to my twelve caps. Good ol’ twelve loyal caps. I walked out, and headed towards Big Town.

Great job Max. I really like the dark dankness of the story, and characters. Can't wait till Ben "The Butcher" gets to Big Town. Hopefully some serious killing will happen :chaos:

Off to a good start. Let's see more.

Thanks guys. I hopefully will have Chapter 2 finished later tomorrow. Great writting takes time after all Keep the comments coming everyone. Any other criticism will be helpful.

Nice job!

Chapter 2

I walked along the cracked and broken road as the wasteland sun beat down on the scorched earth, and myself. I could see in the distance that a Radscorpion and another Radscorpion were fighting over a piece of a rotting wastelander. His or her body was badly decomposed, and luckily the small breeze was flowing away from me, rather towards me.

I continued on, looking around the depressing sea of brown and death as the Radscorpion’s continued to fight over the rotting wastelander. I quickly lost sight of the two as I quickened my pace as the roaring sound of a Yao Guai echoed through a busted causeway bridge. Although I had fought many Yao Guai in the past, this was something I couldn’t take with a six-shooter or a small hand-held shotgun. Their large claw’s and teeth were something to fear in the wasteland. In the past, I had been hired by a small caravaner and his guard to assist with their trek to New Orleans. I guess they had heard of me from word of mouth at a bar in St. Louis I frequented when I worked in the mid-west.

The caravaner and the guard had payed good. To bad they didn’t take my advise during the night, and were killed by a group of Yao Guai that was passing through. I had not been at the small camp with the caravaner and guard because I knew that the fire would attract Yao Guai or even worse creatures or vermin. They had been attacked during the night, and were given no help by me. By that time, I had done my share of bad jobs, and learned what not to do when traveling to New Orleans (New Orleans was a terrible place to travel). The Yao Guai gave the caravaner and guard no chance of escape or breath to defend them-self's. The Yao Guai tore them to pieces, and even killed the two Brahmin that were carrying the caravaner's goods.

After the Yao Guai had left, and the camp burned in the early morning sunlight. I returned, and took all I could carry. I had buried the caravaner and guard along with their two Brahmin after I packed what I could. I had placed the extra goods and junk on a tarp which I dragged all the way to New Orleans. I had a great time getting the profit, but I with unrestrainted joy, spent it all on booze and cheap women until I was down to my last twelve caps.

Back on the road I could see Big Town in sight. Its defenses were little to none, and the walls that surrounded the town, could easily be knocked down by a Super Mutant or some other wasteland creature. I could hear some people talking as I walked around the walls, and saw a small bridge that lead into Big Town. A man in a officer’s helmet, and cheap leather armor stopped me suddenly.

“Who are you? What is your business in Big Town? I will kill you if I have to!” the man said as two others wearing cheap beaten Brahmin clothes approached, weapons drawn.

“I’ve just come to trade. I heard about Big Town, and thought it could use some trading?” I looked around as two more people approached. This was starting to look like it was going to be easy. Fear usually messed with someone’s thoughts and actions during times like this. I could have easily killed them all without blinking, but I was here to capture them and kill some maybe.

“If you don’t mind, you will have a guard following you during your stay here in Big Town.” The man in the police helmet said holding his old rifle at me. Not a friendly action.

“Sure? I don’t mind being followed around. Is the guard going to watch me eat and sleep as well?”

“Yes!”

“Ok. I don’t mind?”

I walked off the creaky small bridge and was escorted by a small guy named Shorty. The whole place of Big Town was nothing more than a few beaten old houses, and a few piles of junk used to probably fix problems in the already weak defensive walls. I was escorted by Shorty to the Club House. Several bunk beds, and regular beds were placed across the walls of the room. I looked at Shorty, his black hair, and tough guy attitude made him look more like a [censored], than a tough wastelander.

“Where do you sleep, Shorty?” He pointed to a small mattress on the floor. It was filthy, and was stained.

“Thats some bed! Where do I sleep?” I asked looking around. I really didn’t want to sleep here, but I would have to observe and gain their trust before I did my killing.

“Over there. The second bunk.” Shorty said grabbing for my duffle bag. I quickly pulled away, giving him a stern glare. He stepped back, holding his six-shooter to my stomach.

“I have to check for anything that could be harmful. Please?” He said in a tough tone, but with a young teenage voice.

“No one is checking my bag. I will do it myself, I don’t trust anyone with my things. Understand little boy!”

Shorty looked at me, pulling the hammer back on his six-shooter. I stood with a smirk on my face as I laid the duffle bag on the floor, and unzipped the already screwed up zipper. I pulled out my sawed-off shotgun, and then closed the duffle bag.

“What else do you have in there? Everything has to be taken out. I don’t trust you!” Shorty looked at me, trying to intimidate me with his six-shooter. I held out the sawed-off shotgun to Shorty, as he quickly let his guard down. I reached for my six-shooter, placed at my side. I quickly pulled the hammer back, and fired three shots into Shorty. He fell to the ground as the smoking barrel of my six-shooter sizzled a bit before I heard a commotion outside. Before I could open the door, several rifle and pistol rounds shot through the door, and through the thing walls.

“Holy [censored]!” I yelled to myself as I fell backwards on my ass. I fired several more rounds through the door, not hitting anyone I don’t think. The gun fire erupted once more and I took cover behind another wall. I heard footsteps approach the door. It was the man with the police helmet.

“Shorty are you alright? We heard gunshots. Is the stranger alive?” The man asked as he placed his hand on the busted door knob that had been shot several times. I looked around and grabbed Shorty’s six-shooter, and any ammo he had on him. I took cover behind the wall once more.

“Yeah I’m alive, but your friend Shorty ate three of my lead friends. You shouldn’t try to kill me or I might be forced to kill you! And we don’t want that do we?” I said looking at the door knob.

The knob spun around even though it was not needed, the door knob was hanging on the door, nothing really holding it up. I checked my revolver, and quickly cracked it open as I took out the spent rounds, and placing new one’s in. I grabbed my sawed-off shotgun and placed the revolver in the holster. I pointed the shotgun at the door waiting for them to open it. I was sweating a bit, but it had been awhile since I had last had a stand-off with a group of townies.

“We’re coming in! If you shoot at us, you will die in there. Do you understand wastelander!” the man with the police helmet said in a stuttering worried tone. He was no man, but just a young advlt. So much could have worked for him, but he had come across me, and I was not a kind person.

“Thats fine. If you come in here, I promise you that you and your friends will die. Just lay down your weapons and step back from the door or I will blast you all without a flinch!” I heard the footsteps step away from the door, and could hear them placing their weapons on the ground. Idiots.

I rushed out the door. Revolver in hand, and my shotgun ready for action. I shot a woman in a red jump suit in the knee, shattering it instantly. She fell to the ground crying out as I fired my revolver at the police man. I shot him in the thigh, and another in the shin. A blonde young man tried to reach for his gun, but I unleashed a barrel from my shotgun, blowing his brains and skull all over his friends. The others stood shaking in fear as I kicked their weapons away, and walked off throwing them into a fire.

“What are you going to do with us?” a woman said in beaten leather armor.

“Help your friends, and I want some rope. You are know slaves to Paradise Falls. Hurry and help your friends. We have away to go till we reach Paradise Falls.” I said reloading my revolver, and replacing the shotgun shell with another. The woman in red cried out even louder as they tried to place her on a stretcher. The police man was in shock, and did nothing but lay there on the ground. After a few hours of prepping them to move. I chained the two able bodied Big Town resisdence in the Club house while I rested in the "hospital". Tomorrow we would move out to Paradise Falls, and I would gain my reward.

Looking good :goodjob:

Good job Max! Hopefully the darker side of Ben will come out soon. He seem's a bit crazy already, but you need to exspress more of it. Chapter 3 should have more of Ben's crazed side. Keep it up!!

I love this storyline.. a next post when?

HAXLOL! Awesome. Continue. Now. Right now.

Its a pretty good story but I have a hard time just reading stories that happen in the wastland OF washington d.c. I would like to hear of stories of outside vaults like ones in mexico or Europe :ahhh:

Max hasn't mentioned any Vaults in the Capital Wasteland, and the story so far takes place outside of any Vault.

Definitely looks good Max. Can't wait to read more and to see just how crazy and vicious Ben can get.

very, very good writing. please keep it up.

OOC: Well here it all those who are gracious readers of my story. Keep giving me advise etc. And also I have one question. Should I post Chapter 4 also? I finished Chapter 4 after I had finished Chapter 3 because I had nothing better too do with my time. So in your post, tell me if I should. I would gladly do it, but I don't want you all to have to much to read?

Chapter 3


I woke up two hours later to screaming and terror. I quickly shot up from the bed that was conveniently placed in the hospital’s kitchen. I grabbed my shotgun and revolver, and shot out the door. The screaming was coming from the Club House. It sounded like the women in the red jump-suit. The screaming was getting on my nerves as it echoed through the small houses, and was almost like a screech. I opened the door furious, the policeman was unconscious, and the woman in the red jumpsuit was screaming even louder. The pain had gotten to her already, even more than before.

“Shut her up now!” I said holding my revolver close to me. The woman in the beaten leather armor stood kneeling next to the screaming woman crying a bit, trying to shut her up. “I said shut her up now! or I will kill her. I don’t want to attract any Radscorpions or Super Mutants nearby. But they’ve probably already heard the screaming!” I stood, pulling the revolver’s hammer back.

“I’m sorry, but she needs medical attention. And she’s our doctor!” The woman said holding the woman to her chest. I stood thinking for a moment as the other young man with dirty wastelander clothes, who I guess had just come from Little Lamplight sat in a corner with his knee’s to his face, cradling himself to calm down. I looked around, and got a piece of shredded cloth.

“Here! put this in her mouth so she won’t be so loud.” I handed the piece of shredded cloth to the woman as she tired to hold her still. I knelt down and held the screaming woman’s shoulders, and head back against the wall as the other woman wrapped the cloth around her mouth as a gag.

“There we go. I think she should be quiet until we can get her some medical attention at Paradise Falls.” She said wiping her brow, and sitting in a nearby torn chair. I stood up, and placed my revolver in the holster. I gave the woman a grim face, that showed I didn’t care if the woman lived or died. Even though inside I wanted more caps.

I walked out and returned to the hospital. There were a few medical boxes and a few Mentat’s, Jet, Psycho, Beer, and a good load of Stimpacks. I found another duffle bag, and placed the two boxes inside along with the Mentats, Jet, and Psycho. I took the beer and opened one. The wasteland was not really to hot, but it was just enough to need a cool beer. The beer felt good down my rough dry throat as I chugged the first one down quick. The other bottles were not so cool, they were a little warm. No big deal. I opened another and chugged that one as well. I placed the other three in my first duffle bag, and searched the other houses for some food for the travel.

“This has got to be one of the dumbest [censored] job’s I’ve ever been hired to do. Escorting teenager’s to Paradise Falls! Why couldn’t the slavers just meet me here? [censored] wasteland!” I thought to myself as I walked into the Town Hall. It was not loaded with food but enough to last us till Paradise Falls. I looked in the basemant, when I suddenly began to feel light headed. This was not a feeling I got when I had just two beer’s. It was unusual to me. I stumbled a bit, and gripped the hand railing before I fell down the rest of the stairs. What was happening to me, I hadn’t drank anything out of the ordinary or anything like that. I carefully made my way down the rest of the stairs as I saw a figure in the far left corner of the room. I quickly fell to my knee’s, just barely able to catch myself before I fell on my face. I was breathing hard, and I realized I was sweating profusely as sweat beads dropped from my face. I sat down breathing harder as I tried to focus on the figure in the far corner. It didn’t move, but my vision began to get blurry. What the hell was in those beers?

I tried getting myself to my feet, but fell to the ground as my legs buckled below me. Something was in those beers? This would never have happened if I had a beer from Moriarty’s or somewhere else in the wasteland. I felt at ease as I fell into unconsciousness. I was helpless. Those damn Big Town settler’s had drugged their beer or something. And I was falling prey to it, I was helpless with nothing to counter it.

Lol, I fapped.

WTF how did you do that, just from his story? There hasn't been any reason to do that, and that was something we didn't need to know.

Anyway Max

GREAT JOB!!! I think the story is progressing well. Though his darker side hasn't show itself fully yet, it is still early on in the story. Keep up the good work, and I say POST CHAPTER 4 I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS!!

Chapter 4

I awoke sometime later. It was nearly dark, and there was nothing but silence. My vision had returned to normal, and my leg’s did not feel so unstable. I looked around, and realized I was in a small pool of sweat. I was clearly dehydrated. I needed some water quick. I reached to a duffle bag that carried some water. I quickly grabbed two bottles and chugged them down quickly. I was feeling better, and looked around to remember where I was. I saw the figure in the corner again, I reached for my revolver, and quickly stood to my feet.

“Who are you?” I said pulling the hammer back on my revolver. The figure didn’t move or make a sound. “Who are you? Tell me who you are?” I demanded as I raised the revolver. Not a single response of anykind, I fired a burst from my revolver and the figure dropped into the dim light. A mannequin! I laughed at myself for a moment before returning to the main floor. It was early evening, and the sound of the people in the Club House was silent. I walked in to check on them. They were all asleep, and the woman in the red jumpsuit lay their silent. Her wounds were bad, but I was glad of it. I relished in the grim view as the man awoke from his corner.

“GET UP! EVERYONE GET UP!” I said quickly drawing my revolver, and firing my revolver into the ceiling. Everyone shot awake, and looked at me in fear. They huddled together quickly. I relished in their fear of me. I was the one with the power, and in complete control. I had never thought of a gun of any kind as a step above anyone, but a equalizer. I stood in the middle of the room, and continued. “We are leaving! Everyone get ready to move out to Paradise Falls. Anyone slacking will be shot immediatly without hesitation.” I walked over to the other room that was full of old bunk beds, it was filthy. I grabbed some bags, and threw them at the able man and woman. The Policeman sat, I guess the woman had gaged him incase he began to scream as well.

I sat in the chair as they gathered their things. It was quick and efficient, just the way I wanted it to go. As soon as they finished, they loaded the woman in the red jumpsuit on a stretcher, and handed the Policeman crutches. Just his presence irritated me, I couldn’t handle it. I walked over to him, and got right into his face.

“If you slow us down for any reason, I won’t hesitate to kill you. I’ve done it before, and I’m not as nice to people who slow me down as I am to those I kill in a fight! Understand [censored]!” I walked out, and continued to Paradise Falls as they followed behind me.

We walked for a few miles away from Big Town before I told them to stop. We needed a rest. I was still recovering from the effects that beer had cause me. I grabbed the beer’s from my duffle bag, and threw them out into the wasteland. They crashed and shattered against a large rock as the wasteland roared with distant wasteland creatures. Near the South I could hear Yao Guai fighting each other or something, while to the East, just barely visible. Torches burned as Raiders moved through the night, probably to Big Town. I had cleaned that town out of what was valuable or helpful. They would find nothing but dead bodies, and empty pockets.

We sat for a few more minutes before I told them to move out again. They did as they were told, and we continued on. The night sky was nice and pleasant. A cool breeze blew through dead empty tree’s and bushes as we walked over rubble, gravel, and broken tree branches. The two able bodied Big Town settlers were tired. They made simple mistakes as they walked, that could have been quickly countered by someone more awake. I was somewhat refreshed, but my eye lids did feel a bit heavy. But we continued on through the wasteland towards Paradise Falls.

The wasteland was just that as we moved through the empty mindless wastes. The cool breeze had stopped, and the two Big Town residents continued to barely make it. I sighted the Paradise Fall’s recognizable statue of a boy holding a ice cream cone with ice cream on it. I had never actually seen ice cream before, but I had read about it in one of my Grandfathers old books. It told about how children before the war had eaten it during the Summer season, and for fun. I crested the hill top as I looked down on Paradise Falls. It was not my place, but they were kind people to me, even though they would double cross me in a heart beat.

We walked down the small rocky path, and made our way to the Paradise Fall’s guards. They were just a bunch of lowlifes, similar to me, but they had one single profession where I was willing to do anything. I usually didn’t do it the “ethical” way, but I always go payed.

“Stop! Who are you? What are you doing here?” The slaver guard asked with his bandoleer's slung across him, and holding his old beaten assault rifle. I stepped forward and greeted him. It was better to insult them upfront rather behind their back.

“You [censored] pig! Who do you think I am? I was told to bring the settlers from Big Town here. Where is ‘Emily’?” I asked gripping my shotgun. The man smiled and laughed.

“Your one tough mother-[censored]. Emily hasn’t been here for long. She just barely got here, not get these pricks inside and then talk to Emily. She has your payment.” He said allowing us to pass. I thanked him with another insult and continued into Paradise Falls.

I opened the doors, and Emily unexpectedly was standing at the sign that read “Holster Your Piece” and a picture of a revolver crossed out. She held out her hand with a small bag of caps. It was hefty, and I took it happily.

“Thanks for your help Ben. They didn’t cause you any trouble did they?” Emily asked checking them over. I smiled, and held my shotgun up.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle. Thanks for the caps, I’ll be on my way. See you around Emily.” I said walking back. Two slaver guards stopped me, and stepped in-front of the doors. I looked at them, and then at Emily. “What the hell is this? I did my part of the deal. Let me leave!” I said waiting for something to happen.

Emily just smirked and turned to the fresh new slaves as she eyes me. “Put him in the pen with the others. Strip him of all his things, he has no business being here anymore. Our deal is done, and so is ours!” Emily said looking at a man approaching. He was in nice fancy clothes, I knew him from jobs I had done for the Slavers in the past. He grinned with his two body guards behind him.


“Thats fine Emily. He ripped me off in the past, put him in the pen as Emily asked!” He said as they disarmed me, and led us to the slave pen. I was double crossed, and was willing to get some serious payback. And soon. They locked the pen door behind us as slaves already in the pen walked up and talked to the others. I walked away, and went to a corner alone. Payback was going to be good! Emily and Euligy would get the best of what I was capable of. I sat the rest of the night thinking of my revenge. If they thought they were bad, they had never seen my true side. They say human mind is capable of anything imaginable, but I was more than capable. Emily and Euligy would pay slow and painfully. The others who stood in my way would quickly be put down. But now was time for thought.

Time for Bens bad side cant wait

Thanks guys for the feedback. Chapter 5 will be up tomorrow, and maybe Chapter 6 as well. Depending on how I feel? But Chapter 5 will be up for sure, and I can promise you that "The Butcher" side of Ben will show itself very soon.

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