Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1!
N.K. is angry at her parents.
Not only did they move again, no, but they moved into a snowy hicktown named South Park!
She was sure she would hate it there, yet surprisingly she gets to participate in the epic RPG the...
Cars are on fire, buildings are half destroyed, and the military is here with tanks and all this shit.
I feel...tired.
So tired.
I have been fighting for a long time.
My breathing is rugged.
I don't know how long I can still fight.
I look down at my hands.
They...
I'm...wearing white fingerless gloves.
They are ruffled on the edges, with a golden bracelet around them.
Drenched in blood...
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With a gasp, I wake up and automatically search for my glasses to put on.
What the fuck?
What kind of fucked up dream was this?
I place my glasses back on my nose, looking around the room wildly.
Holy cow, why did my brain, dreamed up something like that?
I need to calm down.
It helps that I can see.
It's okay.
I'm in my new room in South Park.
Not in a war-thorn Seattle!
Tired I rub my eyes.
Maybe I should get a glass of water. My heart is still pounding in my chest and I feel a bit dizzy.
Yeah, some water will do me good.
As I'm about to stand up, a freaky light from outside shines into my room.
"What the fuck?", I mumble.
It gets even better, as my door slowly opens, and a motherfucking alien steps in!
But not a cool alien, like the ones in Mass Effect. Like a Turian or Asari, damn I would even take an Elcor, not this generic white-ass, huge-head alien!
I can't even shout for my parents, as more motherfuckers enter and circle around my bed.
One alien sprays something in my face.
And I blank out.
Whatever stuff they gave me, it's not that potent. I'm not entirely sedated.
Yes, I can't move for shit, but I wake up for a few seconds, before blanking out again.
