Scot got up, got his weapons and prepared for a morning patrol. He heard screaming! But it was just a girl screaming at him. He was used to that. Not everyone is used to a big furry werewolf. He was patrolling for demons and other monsters.
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He has a team of other full time werewolves. One is a mage named Flex that controls magic. He is very powerful. One time he killed five demons. Not even Track could take him down. Track is a demon that we hunted down for years, until we found Flex. He smashed Track like a bug. We're hunting a special type of demon called the Strangs. They turn people inside out. Their leader's name is Garth, someone you don't want to meet--someone that not even Flex could take down.
This morning Scot was worried there was something wrong. The air was still. The town was quiet. It was usually hustle bustle. He had forgotten that it was Christmas morning. But still the demons were everywhere this time of year. He suddenly felt rumbling. He knew what was happening. "Here kitty kitty," he chuckled. This was a tunnel worm. This one had already tangled with him. It ran like a shy puppy. But it was going to another victim. The victim was bone in five seconds. The carcass landed on Scot's head. He ran and am nam nammmed or ate its face. It wouldn't stand a chance.
Meanwhile, Flex, who was in the woods, was taking on Adagos. The fluffy demon dog of doooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeee as he likes to say it. He likes to suck people's brains out. The dog turns into a skeleton. It started to reach for a gun and a silver bullet. Flex was scared but still strong. He took the bullet with his magic and shot it at the skeleton and killed it but, when he did, it triggered probably the wost undead problem they'd ever gotten. People locked them selves in their homes. Undead were easy to Scot and Flex but there were a lot of them. Dun dun dun.
He has a team of other full time werewolves. One is a mage named Flex that controls magic. He is very powerful. One time he killed five demons. Not even Track could take him down. Track is a demon that we hunted down for years, until we found Flex. He smashed Track like a bug. We're hunting a special type of demon called the Strangs. They turn people inside out. Their leader's name is Garth, someone you don't want to meet--someone that not even Flex could take down.
This morning Scot was worried there was something wrong. The air was still. The town was quiet. It was usually hustle bustle. He had forgotten that it was Christmas morning. But still the demons were everywhere this time of year. He suddenly felt rumbling. He knew what was happening. "Here kitty kitty," he chuckled. This was a tunnel worm. This one had already tangled with him. It ran like a shy puppy. But it was going to another victim. The victim was bone in five seconds. The carcass landed on Scot's head. He ran and am nam nammmed or ate its face. It wouldn't stand a chance.
Meanwhile, Flex, who was in the woods, was taking on Adagos. The fluffy demon dog of doooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeee as he likes to say it. He likes to suck people's brains out. The dog turns into a skeleton. It started to reach for a gun and a silver bullet. Flex was scared but still strong. He took the bullet with his magic and shot it at the skeleton and killed it but, when he did, it triggered probably the wost undead problem they'd ever gotten. People locked them selves in their homes. Undead were easy to Scot and Flex but there were a lot of them. Dun dun dun.
I like the way you use words to make sounds in people's heads. I don't understand the title though. True horror usually has ordinary folk or extraordinary folk who are in someway helpless trying to deal with an overwhelming power. This seems more like powerful folk fighting other powerful folk.
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