Patricia Wilson
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Truth chuckled mirthlessly, seeing the notification. Time to explore the city, hit up the university, maybe start scouting districts for raiding. Great thinking. Hey Genius, why don’t you take a look out the window. Truth did. Blinding white lights lit up the area around the apartment building. It was night. “Eh. Fuck it. I still want to check out the city. And I haven’t seen a hint of Ghūl either.” Truth muttered. He wheeled the iron horse out of the apartment, calling for Thrush as he went.…-
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Truth started whistling as he pulled apart the sofa. He didn’t know how to whistle but saw no reason to let that stop him from trying. Springs- could use those. Plenty of iron there. The cloth was rotten but synthetic, making it still somewhat useful. The wood was so far gone he could carve it with his nails and zero effort. The stuffing was mostly rats' nests and other less palatable things, but perhaps it would burn? Or just absorb sound if he tossed his device somewhere. Yeah, that sounded more…
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They drove over in silence. The apartment building was four stories, blocky, and unadorned. The apartments were arranged around a central courtyard that people had thrown their garbage into for years. The miasma of rot, of fermenting excrement, overwhelmed the senses. Despite this, the building appeared to be mostly occupied. “Any of these places have working toilets?” “A few. My late master wasn’t picky about such things.” “Lead me to one that does.” Thrush did as commanded, and the…
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Truth took two explosive steps towards the alley, stopped hard, and doubled back for his iron horse. He had a He hopped on the two-wheeler, pulling out the short stabbing spear he looted back in the village. Truth smacked the chained demon into life, and in a shriek of spinning tires, he bolted for the alley. He had no idea how to do this. The spear was too short to tuck under his arm and use like a lance. The alley came up fast. He’d figure something out. The young man laughed as he ran down the…
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“Summon humanoid system interface. Hey, explain why I am somehow magic-resistant.” Truth was filled with piss and vinegar after his nap. The System growled. “The point of body cultivation and everyone has been telling you this from the first time you heard about it, “I am… locally overruling the will of God with body cultivation?” Truth looked askance. “No, of course not, Stupid. You are just attuning yourself to a higher degree of reality. All still God’s creation, just a better…
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The system slowly materialized, still looking casual. Excessively casual. In other circumstances, hopefully soon occurring circumstances, Truth would have described the look as “unwisely casual.” “What?” The System demanded. “Your not gimped edition appears to be mostly lies and, just FYI, there are asterixis next to everything. Which I assume is not good.” “How dare you!” The System flushed with outrage. “I would never tell you such obvious lies. Apologize at once!” “I’m…
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Truth “thoughtfully” relieved Loudmouth of his spear. He gave it a quick once over. It was just a long, polished bit of wood with a broad metal head. Maybe it had ritual significance? You could hardly call it a weapon. Though with his current body, that calculation changed. He looked down on Loudmouth. He didn’t have a way to tie up the villager. Nor did he have a way to gag him. Truth sighed. He carefully kicked the unconscious man once in the head. Hopefully, the brain damage wouldn’t be too…
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“Alright, so everything is terrible. I’m basically naked here-” “No “basically” about it.” Muttered the System. “Alright, I am buck naked in the middle of the desert in the middle of the Ressilaud Free State. A country where I would not voluntarily come on a bet but apparently will come on business.” “Heh. “Voluntarily.” “God, you are such a joy to be around.” Truth muttered. “Before I can figure out… what to do with my new life, I need food. Water I can get from the…
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The carriage bumped up the unpaved road. On the other side of these jagged hills were coffee farms, lush and green. Excellent paved roads ran up and down them, heavy with wagons carrying the precious beans to be processed for export. This side of the hills didn’t get as much rain. It was dry, scrubby, barren, home to a few small homesteaders failing to subsist on their subsistence farming. You lived here because you couldn’t afford to live anywhere better but weren’t ready to give up just yet. The…
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Truth stared blankly at the rude little ghost/sprite/hallucination thing. There was a lot to unpack there. “Presumed dead?” “You Truth digested that for a minute. “Better for my loved ones that I am, in fact, dead?” “Amazingly, Starbrite does honor its contracts. Your siblings will have received a very generous pension, extremely generous given your… let's call it “pay…” as well as innumerable benefits. Not sure how much time has passed, but it’s safe to assume Harmony serves…
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