


If your fallback for “fucked-around and found-out” is reporting to a country on the other side of a whole-ass contintent or even farther by water, ya done fucked-up.
Might as well keep on flinging prayers at the most inconcievable imagined deities possible, as every moment these blessed souls continue to draw breath is a miracle beyond their own comprehension.







This world is the reverse of that. Here, there are no Goblin males, and the Sword-saint is green. The Human Slayer is still a human dude and a virgin though…