The Night before "I think one of those geeky bastards slipped me a Jimmy...""Bastards..." said an older man with a slight chuckle at the word, a thin smile appearing on his faded lips. He was of course speaking of a few friends who had decided that they just HAD to go out drinking after there little get together. "Never thought those geeks liked hard alcohol..." Sure what was a better way to end a night of D 20s, Monty Python, pizza and MountainDew? Well a few jello shots, some vodka and a bit of gin, hell why not some god damned tequelia too? It was funny, none of them really had a high tolerance to the ambrosia, and after a few shots one was up on the bar, singing Journey. Hell, another two he had to stop from getting into a fight over what would win in a fight, a Strider or an Imperial Walker. After about two and a half hours in the bar, Deon Managed to call a few more sober people, in this case their parents, and got his friends home safe and sound. Then after a few more rounds of gin, the officer staggered back home, buzzed but not too drunk. Hell he only went out once a month for this sort of thing anyway.
He had do do it more often, there was no doubt about it. After all it was his only fun every month, the rest of his time filled with either work, or sleeping...maybe abit of a drunken haze but he had an excuse. Life was hard for him, sometimes he wondered if it was too hard...his friends as well as a few other people he knew often asked him to leave his job. Hell Rob even offered him a job as a play tester back at his work for...what was it? Eidsoft? Actiblizzion? Some game studio...it was...a nice offer. But how could he live with himself going after a job like that? He had to help people...had to do something important with his life...afterall that was why he was a cop, right? That had to be it...
Slowly his eyes came down to the ring on his finger with a slight frown now on his lips. He had this too...to stop anyone from getting close to him...he diden't need people like that. He diden't need some sort of lover...yet...did he really go out every day wearing that badge not to protect people, but to end his life by something other then suicide?
Hell did these questions even matter anymore? He diden't think they did, not really...not at all honesty. "I'm too ******** drunk..." He muttered in a rather oddly sober tone, slouching in his chair afterwards with a heavy sigh. He would worry about it in the morning, that is if he remembered it in the morning...
Hell if he woke up in the morning...he did have allot to drink and alchole poising was always a possibility in his mind. Slowly though, ignoring everything somehow, Deon started to shut his eyes...
The Changed
Some time during the night while Deon was fortunately still sleeping, his Pukka began to glow and then almost instantly, he was gone from the world he once knew. It is nearly certain as he fell though the worlds he would have woken up, to find himself surrounded by swirling colors and light, the confusing chaos pulling at him as moved from one world, into another.... into Athlaias.
But it was all over very quickly, as Deon was dropped unceremoniously onto a small hay bale in one of Loghedge's back alleys, still late at night, with no one else around. In fact Deon did awaken during the strange event, unsure if screaming would remedy the event at all. His drunken mind asked if this was the effect of the drinks, or perhaps something else that may cause his friends abit of jail time. Of course when he landed in this other world he glanced around him, greeted only by darkness. Of course he tried to stand yet as soon as he tried to he staggered back down into the hay...
It was conformable...besides...he was dreaming...wasen't he?
Smiling to himself and more then happy to give into the liquor induced sleep Deon shut his eyes.
Little did he know Deon would be in for a rude awakening, and a massive hangover would not be the culprit.
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