>>68153295>Knee deep in mud and bone. Sounds of screaming all around. Gunfire. The grinding steps of war.>His frills stung and itched. When the mustard gas fell, there was no time to cover them. He rips the gas-mask from his face as the breeze blows the poison away, coughing red phlegm.>He tries to take another step. Then, he clutches his chest and falls."DAMIEN!"
>Distantly, he can hear someone cry out. Inco. His friend.>With blurry, red-tinted eyes, he can make out a silhouette. Inco running up to him, looking straight forwards. He stops, then looks down at the dilo-spino, terror etched on his face. It takes him a moment to get to his knees, clutching his best friend, keeping his head off of the ground."It's gonna be alright, Damien! We're gonna get you out of here!"
"I-Inco... please, help me..."
"I... I... oh god..."
"Inco, please! I-"
>Damien is interrupted by another awful coughing fit. It's starting to go dark."-I have raygun..."
"Damien, I... I can't! I don't know how!"
>There is no response. Inco's blood runs cold. He shakes his friend."Hey, Damien! Don't play around with me right now!"
"...Damien?"
"...DAMIIIIEEEEEEEEEN!"
>Sophia pokes her head around the corner, glaring at her eldest son and his human friend at the couch."Would you two keep it down? It's 6 PM, Vinny has to study for his math test tomorrow."
"What? C'mon, mom! Vinny's just watching SnootTube in his room."
"And that's going to be his problem when I go check on him in five minutes, not yours. Now zip it! Dinner's in ten minutes."
>An exaggerated groan is Damien's only response. What a buzzkill...