The Nomad Chronicles

I float up out of bed... I am Deathgawn, the demon. I feel parasite wriggling about in my dream body. I send my nanobots after them. I rip off my centipede disk on my chest, and my silver centipede crawl all over my dream body. The nanobots force the parasites to the surface, and the centipedes sting them, and carry the parasite to the black hole portal on my chest.

TAKE THAT, FUCKERS.

[I]Target: Nomad. Dream body manifest. Engage! Engage! Engage![/I]

Who just-

Red lasers come at me from all directions. I wrap my cape over me to deflect. I have a cape? It's my vampire cape. WTF? No, time to consider that now. The lasers singe my flesh, and burn through the cape. My witchblade forms over me automatically, and I hit my energy belt button... Beneath the cape I morph into a red energy vampire, possessed by a demon. Me. A red flame burns behind my eyes. I have slicked back black hair with red streaks. I am wearing leather armor, black and red. Red spikes come out of my fists. I turn off my defenses, and open my cape, absorbing the energy into me.

The Templars of Urth, spook fucks in suits and dark glasses, turn up the heat, giving me more power. Tickles. Idiots.

I write in the air with my finger, in big fat burning red letters:

[COLOR="red"][B][SIZE="6"]LOL[/SIZE][/B][/COLOR]

I write it over and over again, until there are dozens of LOL's floating in the air. The Templars become confused. I grab the words out of the air, throw the letters at them. I make the letters 2D, which makes them sharp beyond belief. The LOL's spin through the air, and slice the Templars up. They die, and then come back at me again through sky portals.

I teleport behind them, over and over, biting their necks, and draining their energy. Soon, they don't have enough energy to respawn. Now, they looked like dried husks of corpses, barely breathing. They are littered about the landscape. I morph back into Deathgawn form.

I summon a 50 gallon drum of gasoline. I pour it all over the Templars. NO! NO! They plead.

"Don't you know I am the Juargawn, the Juar god? Don't you fools know I am the god of lucid nightmares?" I say in my head, then decide to torture them with silence.

I pull out a pack of American Spirits, and light a cigarette, then toss it behind me. The scene erupts into flame. I laugh, and create a portal to MARS.

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