The Drill That Will Pierce The Darkness! (Gurren Lagann X WoD)

Your dog nearly bowls you over as he leaps into your arms. He starts licking your face while his tail wags behind him. You laugh while rubbing his head with one hand, "Miss me, boy? Of course, you did."

He barks again as you let him down, rolling over to reveal his belly. You rub it a little while taking your shoes off, a smile on your face. You've had this guy for four years now. He was just a puppy when your dad got him for you as a present for getting through High School. Back then he hardly came up to your thigh and spent his days chewing on your shoe. Now he was almost as big as your leg and could overpower you if you weren't careful.

You call his name:

[] Write In...

Before moving to the kitchen with mail held under your arms. You stop by the couch in your living room and grab the TV remote from between the cushions. Your dog follows you as you sit down in the single chair. The sun shines through your windows as you start sifting through your mail. Most of the bills are high, but not so much that you'll be broke anytime soon. You place the ones you can pay and the ones you can afford to put off into separate piles while hitting the power button on the remote.

You hear a whine come from your right and look down at your dog. He stares up at you with the eyes he always uses when he wants a treat. You try to stare him down, but the persuasive power of those big, black eyes is too much. You sigh happily, standing up and grabbing the box of treats from the counter as the News blares in the background. Your canine friend barks happily as you toss one of the strips of "bacon" his way. He bites it out of the air and starts chewing on it with gusto.

You smile while you watch him eat, leaning against one of the walls. Then your attention is drawn to the TV as the News Anchor says, "And our top story, last night a construction worker was found dead in an alleyway."

A shiver goes down your spine as you rush to and vault over the sofa. You sit down, hands gripping the edge of your seat as the Anchor continues his report, "Police have released the man's identity, one James Grant, and are currently looking for any possible suspects. There have been questions over whether this has anything to do with the murder from two months prior. We managed to-"

You stop listening at this point.

You feel your body start to shake as the implications of the Report hit you.

You killed someone last night. They were a monster, but no one will believe you if you tell them that. Least of all the police. They'll probably think you're crazy and arrest you right off the bat. You can't go to prison! Not now! You'll lose everything you've worked so hard to get!

As your hands run through your hair in panic, you feel something rub up against your leg. You look down to see your dog sitting between your feet, looking up at you with his tail flat on the ground. His head tilts to the side while his ears lay flat against his head.

The tension runs out of your body at the sight. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding while reaching down and scratching your dog between his ears. Panicking will do you no good. You've got to be calm about this. You'll deal with people asking you questions when the time comes for it.

For now, you've got a day off.

Might as well enjoy it.

Choose 1:
[] Head to the gym. Lifting weights will help take your mind off this.
[] Grab your dog and head to the park. Time for a quick run.
[] Head to the gun range. Your pistol didn't do much in the fight, but that doesn't mean you'll just abandon it.
[] Go to the library. Maybe you can find something about what you are in there.
[] Get on your laptop and browse the internet. Maybe you can find some information about what happened to you.

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Time for the story to begin proper. Sorry if it isn't much right now. Still trying to get a feel for everything.

I'll make the character sheet soon.