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You fight off the feeling of nausea long enough to make a speech.
Behold the power of putribillius, here to protect you all from the evils of this world. But he stands alone, and he would you continue to aid ungrateful fools? Be enlightened, keep yourself safe! My people are spread throughout, search and you shall find the way!
You remove your self from the people holding you up, run into an alleyway and poof out using your gas form. It'll leave some impression, you'd bet.

You manage to force yourself towards the tower, and then you decide it'd be a fun time to excrete some sort of black tar. It is rather uncomfortable, to say the least.
You also can't contact put, and you're vomiting tar again. You pull yourself inside the tower and pass out.
You have a dream then. Which is sort of odd, as you don't actually dream or sleep for that matter. You see the creator before you.
HEY, Good job on saving a good 53,596 souls from destruction. oh wait, you got a few in a bottle, that means you have a minus 3 on that! But, that puts you up a rank in your alignment! You get to pick a new god to represent!
What!? This was not the intention!
Hey, I don't make the rules, bud. OH WAIT! YEAH I DO! At any rate, there's nothing stopping you from doing enough evil to return to your spot under lawful evil. So, here are your choices!
A sudden light blinds you, and the next thing you see are many spotlights, and three curtains. A curious little jingle is playing in the background.
First up, the prim, proper and practical god of avarice and money! The one and only Cornu illud Copiae! He's the one I put under lawful neutral, he's got some great things going for him!
The god really doesn't look like much, to be entirely honest. He looks like a dwarf who has a bear long enough to create clothes out of. Which he did, actually. Other then that, his teeth and eyeballs are made of gold.
The creator nudges you a bit, and holds you tightly before whispering into your ear: I'm not supposed to tell ya this, but he's kind of a dweeb. Got some great perks though. money, mainly, and some convincing and trading bonuses!
But, gentle-entit, this is not the end, oh no, not by far! Next up the the ever aloof, ever intimidating and most of all just plain cool! The one and only, DEATH!
He looks like a vague shadow, to you, with a scythe that could cut the words you speak. He takes the form of whatever the interpretation of death is for the victim.
OOOOH, watch out Mort, You may have a little extra fan, soon! Also, Cornu? I suppose you've got a chance as well. Technically. BUT NOOOOOOW
All the lights go out, and the spotlight over the final curtain slowly comes in.
The curtain opens, and just about the most beautiful thing in the universe is before you. Or, that's what you guess. Being a ball of gas makes your sexual preference sort of non-existant.
And here she is, the mysterious one and only lady of luck, Fortunaty! I'll be honest, to me she's easily my favorite.
Oh please, you won't get my favour with nothing but a measley entity. Not to say I would mind taking him under my wing.
Well, make a choice!


At some point my brain decided the creator is Robin Williams. Specifically the genie.

You rip open the sack and jump in, trying to ignore the sticky fluid making small screams and the tiny hands grabbing you. You just go gas to avoid that little grapple.
You are 500% done with this demon bullshit.
So, taking a look around, it's basically a giant stomach. Just with more screaming and more light worming through the thin membrane. You briefly consider eating some of it, but the fact that the slime is trying to choke you makes you reconsider.
Still, how are we going to get souls anywhere.... Bottling them seems to work, but you only get 3 of them in there. You go solid again, and the hands return. They remain tiny, but the do pull out your artifact amulet.
Instantly, everything starts glowing and the hands briefly attempt to double their attack quickly falling away. You are blinded as a maelstrom of souls enter the amulet, the much too bright tornado swirling out of control.

You fell the air getting removed, and you fall to your knees in the confusion and sheer power floating about. A similar torrent of every swear word known to you is going through your mind as the artifact fills.
A loud tear sounds throughout the sack, and in flies a butcher. The short flight was clearly the highpoint for the demon's short stay in this, guessing from his squeal of delight as he flies through and rips through the other side of the sack.
Then the sack outright explodes, covering everyone near the sack in the demon's blood and membrane slime stuff. You take flight THROUGH the demon's neck and land into the other sack.
The amulet takes up more, and a small crack appears in it as it takes up more power. Then some assclown fires a ballista arrow inside the sack and you fly out again.
You smack face-first into a wall. It hurts, but the only real pain comes from the embarrassment from how silly it looked. You pick yourself up and look down at the glowing light near you chin.

Your amulet glows and floats a bit from all the soul-power. You smile in satisfaction from all the potential soul-loot you just got. You are positively gidd-
Then the amulet explodes.
Fuck
The souls come coursing out at a ridonkulous speed and go back to their empty vessels. Many sputtering and grateful people get up, and as the demon starts melting away a general feeling of relief and happiness courses throughout the city.
Most of the damage is structural, but there are very little actual casualties. When it all calms down, you are hoisted into the air by the single largest orc you've ever seen, while he uses his equally huge lungs and throat to yell about you being the savior of the town.
You'd feel great and all, but you currently feel woozy and saving people isn't your job in life....

You turn right back around and enter the facility again, looking for some dirt to throw on them.
Sadly, they were the moral part of the company, taking care and containing stuff. The old lady personally dealt with most of the sentient test subjects, and most of those were evacuated as well.
Honestly, they were more of a clean-up crew to genetic abominations from small horse. you just can't find a single damned thing that really directly discriminates them.
This. is frustrating. The only incriminating evidence is the emails, and that can be put under "faked".

Then you just go through the town and manage to find something interesting, at least. There's a solid gold ornament in the town hall. so you've got a souvenier, at least?
Whatever. You get some food for the human and mostly-human companions. Then, into the van we go towards Texas, you guess?
You're really tired now. And some food would be great too, you haven't had any prey recently. But you can drive on for a bit.
Of course, you cannot fit all your zombies inside a truck. How are you going to deal with that, and will you begin driving to Texas after that?
Or do something else, we're always improvising.

Hey, TW. About your request? How are we going to find someone to look into that?
I know of an organisation that splintered off small horse medical... But I'm not sure if they'd help us. They claim to be against their monstrous experiments.
Sounds like our best bet though,where are they?
Texas.
That's a loooong drive. You think there's anything left here?
Evacuation protocols, they must have taken the entire town... I figure this is one their open bases, that involves the town and somesuch.
Good guess.

Whaddayado?
Also, thanks to JHYMERS for giving something to do.
Maybe I should make something happen if don't know what to do.

You return the kiss, and after a few seconds you release eachother again. Diane is blushing to the extent that she can probably pass for a pretty convincing fire hydrant. However, after the little rush of feels, you can't help but ask what it means.
Well, me finally trying something I've been considering for a long while. But you know... First it was because I didn't want to get zombie diseases. That little compatibility problem was fixed later on so....
You sort of needed to figure it out and then you just sort of decided to...
I dunno, I just got the courage all of a sudden.
Since when does a badass like you need to work up courage?
In case you haven't gathered, getting raped tends to do things to your psyche. Seriously, don't try to figure out my feelings. They are complicated and self-destructive.
Duly noted. At any rate, we might be dealing with a post-dog rush here, so let's just slow down before we do something we both regret.
I suppose I always was a bit of a bitch.
You're the most adorable little serial killer ever and you're wonderful.
Always the flatterer, aren't you?

You leave the alleyway despite a minor amount of awkwardness hanging about in the air, and get a little look at the situation. Your zombies have been recruiting people from the surrounding buildings, but nothing seems to be left.
If you'd have to guess, the evacuation protocols also apply to the city. This town is empty.
Now where do you go?

You gladly return the hug to Iris, and extend an arm towards your other two female companions. Diane gladly follows up on your invitation, but TW stays where she is.
The hug is still pretty sweet, but TW refusing it makes it sort of sad. Ah well, you can't have everything. You and Diane let go of eachother, while Iris remains attached to you.
I love you, zombie-dad!
Her calling you dad gives a sort of shock through you. You eyes shoot open, and you sort of freeze in place, even after Iris jumped away again to take a look at some ravens eating bodies. She's probably a bit too curious for her own good.
Snowflake, could you take care of her, please? Congrats on learning how to speak, by the way.
It mutation. No effort from me.
However, that still leaves one question unanswered.

Diane, can we speak in private for a moment?
Is this about my... wants? It's really nothing. Honestly...
Still let's go somewhere, I've got another thing to say.
She sighs, and comes along anyways. You go into a little alleyway and begin your little talk about the fact that your bodies must be more pliable then originally thought. Then, you shameless pull the topic back to what she wanted.
You're just not going to shut up about this, aren't you!? But fine, you wanna know what I want!? Heh. Here. You. go!
She grabs you harshly and kisses you on the mouth.

At some point, I have acquired shippers. Now the crack ships are starting to appear.
I will take it as a mark of quality and move on.