[b]Please enjoy if you want to... or don’t... I won’t hate you... I also have no idea why my stories have this odd layout I just like it[/b]
Shûb had spent hours cutting down menial enemies.
Dregs, goblins, thrall, the usual.
They made him pretty mad.
Now he sat in his hole away from the fighting.
Sometimes guardians would wander a bit too close to his hole, but didn’t know there was a hole there at all.
They would all turn away before they noticed the hole... Probably because it was in a boring spot.
It was good enough for Shûb.
Shûb had a faint glow.
It lined throughout his armor.
It was green just like the glowing crystals that lit up the dark spots in the hole.
Shûb had no idea why there was a glow.
Strange hive magic probably.
Loud gunfire and a sudden boom startled Shûb.
He got up and started to lumber out of his hole.
Shûb was pretty mad.
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“The moon is lost to us again, back in Hive hands, word is they let an ogre out of his cage to dig around in rundown human civilization, which means they really don’t want him down with them, if the Hive wanted him gone, he’s dangerous, now we must flush this ogre out.”