I’m walking past an outdoor wedding that’s taking place on a scenic overlook. It’s filled with the usual bevy of slightly awkward but mostly happy friends and family. Suddenly I see a dark, impish shadow-creature running at the gathering. I try to look closer and pick out details, but its features blur and fuzz in the afternoon sun, and the only thing I can make out is the ghoulish grin on its half-human face. It darts through the crowd, jamming needle-tipped syringes into the wedding guests, causing them to cry out in pain and shock. I see the thing race past the bride and groom and jam syringes into their necks that are clearly labeled, “SOCIETY’S EXPECTATIONS.” The shadow creature gives me the finger and vanishes, while the crowd of wedding-goers bends over and screams in agony. I see the bride’s face morph and bulge with dozens of skittering lumps, as if roaches are underneath her skin, moving frantically about. Suddenly her skin pops off in ragged tatters, revealing a giant, expressionless fly-head. The groom follows suit: his eyes squirt out and his nose peels away, and what was once human is now replaced by a giant praying mantis face. In a matter of seconds, I’m surrounded by chittering, hissing insect-people. They charge toward me, their spiny limbs raised in murderous rage. I open my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. My imaginary companion from childhood days—a talking velociraptor that goes by the name of Death Relish—trots up to me. Attached to his saddle is a small arsenal of exotic weapons. “What would you like Kent?” he asks. “Lightsaber? Laser gun? Micro-missiles?” I ask, “Do you have a combo?” He says: “Sure thing! Its near my shoulder—third one in.” I mount Death Relish and raise the Saber-gun-missile-launcher. He rears back and roars, and I roar with him. A second later we’re charging into a disgusting crowd of Insectoids, my multi-function weapon simultaneously shooting, cutting, and blowing the bejesus out of my foul, carrion-eating enemies.
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