Do Your Worst

*Valentine* · 10-16-2018, 05:57 PM

Valentine slogged through the swamp with little regard for what might be lurking below the water's murky surface. He'd reached the point in his life where he felt he could take on whatever life threw at him. That was probably not true but he really didn't care. If an alligator chose to come after him he'd beat the shit out of it and be on his way. Or die, but he was old so...so what?

Yes, he still had important shit to do - he had a woman to love, grandkids to heckle, and slavers to massacre, etc. - but they'd all get on just fine without him. Except maybe the slavers who would probably carry on blissfully ignorant to what had almost befallen them, but he could always try his hand at haunting and fix that.

All that to say he didn't give a hoot about what might be lurking in the water. Or, for that matter, what might be lurking in the fog that was now rolling towards him. He eyed it skeptically and noted that everything it touched was cut off from view. That struck him as promising so instead of heading away from it like a good little boy Valentine frisked into it and was immediately enveloped in white.

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