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Slinger of Darkness, Chapter 2: The Man Called No One (c) 2018 L.O.C. "Ugh!" I wrinkled my sensitive nose in disgust. "Hasn't civilization gotten its shit together yet?" I complained to Oliver. Oliver looked up at me with his googly mutant eyes, one lower than the other on his fugly face, so fugly only a mother could love it, or a man whose ass he'd saved on numerous occasions. His twin horns weaved through the air as his head twisted back and forth but otherwise he didn't seem too bothered by my appreciation. I stepped through a muddy street of the small shanty town where refugees built terribly designed homes, fire traps basically, and t

Slinger of Darkness, Chapter 1:  Dirty Deeds © 2018 L.O.C. The foul smell of rotten human flesh made my nostrils involuntarily flare and my brow wrinkle in disgust. I knew the brain eater or eaters remained in the stately mansion of the deceased. They would need to rest for several days after such a feast. My sour face scanned the shadowy hallway as I tipped-toed past the bodies and I glanced briefly at the lifeless eyes of a young woman, the top of her head a dark maggoty hole like a discarded hollowed blood orange. Damn, I missed fresh fruit picked from the orchard of my grandparents. Days long gone and replaced by nothing but unquen