Chapter 31: Have God, Will Travel
Murder Cube dropped Francis off in the garden around noon. It rocketed off into the sky once he was clear of the blast zone, a glowing white trail of carcinogenic smoke billowing out behind it.
Francis watched it go, feeling like a child of divorced parents returning home after a weekend visit. He had a lot of questions for Murder Cube. Chief among them was what the hell to do about Jack.
Francis wasn't sure how he felt about his new champion. Jack had seemed cool, until he got all weird and turned into sand. But maybe things like that were normal where he came from. Francis doubted that, but it was a possibility. (After all, there were people who willingly ate vegemite.)
An alert popped up in Francis' vision shortly later.
| Congratulations! You have gained a new follower. Jack Dust the Life Cleric: Battle Medic (20) has chosen you as their new god. They have claimed the vacant position of: Fucker in Charge of Keeping You Fuckers Alive AKA Doc
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