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“From broken swords, the first Imperials forged a peaceful servant to tend the shrines of Eiganjo - that was me!”

“T-That’s nice, but- WHOA! That’s not exactly what I was asking about!”

The kitsune dove for cover, dipping behind the oblivious robotic steward just in time to dodge a fiery sword flung their way. Even when under assault from the furious kami floating overhead, the machine continued to ramble details about its shrine:

“This shrine in particular is home to a kami of rage and vengeance. If you aren’t careful, you might receive some comeuppance from an act that wasn’t yours.”

“Uh, yeah, about- THAT!” Again the fox ducked, avoiding another burning blade. “It’s happening right now! You’re the steward here, right? Do something!”

“For assistance, please clearly state your name.”

“What! This…Tomonaga! Now please help me!”

“Your ticket has been submitted. Please wait for a technician to assist you. Estimated wait time…calculating…twenty minutes.”

“Useless!” Tomonaga roared.

“Calm down! I’m here. The estimate’s always wrong, anyway.”

Tomonaga temporarily put his rage on hold as a young woman in worker’s overalls dashed into view, wielding a fire extinguisher. She took aim and covered the raging kami in foam, smothering the fire emanating from its swords.

“All fixed!”

Tomonaga heaved a sigh of relief and stepped out from behind his cover. “Thank you. Finally, someone who’s able to- HELP!”

The kitsune leapt backwards, narrowly evading yet another sword stabbing down. They looked up - if anything, the kami seemed even more enraged now that its flames were gone. Their gaze snapped to the technician and quickly turned angry once more.

“I thought you were here to calm it down!”

“What? No! It’s a kami of rage. That’s its whole thing.”

“Well…at least the fire’s gone,” was all Tomonaga said, before they ducked back behind their cover, and a sword sank into the space where their head just was - albeit extinguished. “Thanks…I guess?”

“Nooo problem!” smiled the tech.

[One ceremonial mech, to tend to a city’s worth of shrines? Nah, gotta be an exaggeration. Tour guide nonsense, you know?]

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getting performance anxiety the night before i'm scheduled to be executed

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[Ravnica Battlemap]Duckmantle - the Sunken Shrine 32x56

The Sunken Shrine is buried within the deepest shadows of Duskmantle, sealed away by illusion, fog, and deliberate forgetting. Not even the most loyal Dimir agents speak of it—perhaps they no longer remember. No wayfinder stone points here. No teleportation circle can find it. The only known path lies through the spectral folds of Agyrem, the district where death brushes against reality. Slick stairs descend into a waterlogged hall where warped statues and echoing whispers guard secrets long erased from the surface world.

More variation and detailed setup of this map:

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I will just say. The sheer force of black mana swag that Susie Deltarune has? Stunning. Showstopping. Incredible. I am floored. I have dropped to my knees in total respect and awe.

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“…But I’m not scared of the shadows, Takahashi. I’m scared of what’s in the shadows.”

“Of…of course! Who isn’t!”

“Hmm. You maybe, for one?”

The hulking ogre in fully blacked-out armor bristled at the accusation, even as nervous sweat ran down the small part of his face still visible behind his oni mask. “And just what is that supposed to mean, Nashi!” he bellowed.

“It means,” sighed the nezumi in question, “that I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being afraid of the dark. Though, I’ll definitely question your career choice. Lot of night work there, I bet.”

Takahashi awkwardly shifted his weight. “Well…when I hired on, I thought, ‘Hey! It’s Kamigawa! There’s hardly an inch of this place that isn’t doused in glowing neon.’ How sorely mistaken I was…”

“Fair enough! But, it seems like you’ve adapted quite well.” Nashi’s tone held no sarcasm as he pointed to Takahashi’s glowing energy blade. “Dispelling the darkness, and all that.”

The ninja’s expression immediately brightened at the mention of his sword. “Huh? Oh, yeah, thanks! Came up with the spell myself! At first I just wanted something that gave off some light. But it ended up cutting so good, the other Reckoners all ended up adopting it too!”

“So now it’s a Reckoners symbol…”

“And not just a night light!” Takahashi was beaming as he finished Nashi’s sentence. “Hey, sorry. I thought you were another heckler, about to make fun of me.”

Nashi shook his head, albeit while eyeing the blade. “I think if I’d done that…”

“I woulda had you hold the business end, sure. But still, you’re a nice guy! So…do you want to hold the not-business end? Just to try it?”

“…Are you sure?” Nashi hissed hesitantly. “It looks a little heavy.”

“Wh- No, it’s light! Just hold it! Here!”

“Relatively, or- Wait- Oh…Ohhh! Light as in…”

Takahashi smugly tapped a finger against his helmet. “What have we been talking about this whole time?”

“Light. Right.” Nashi laughed to himself while holding the comically lightweight blade.

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“It’s a lovely sword, Lady Emry.”

The merfolk blacksmith’s head rose slightly from the loch, just barely enough to say, “But let me guess: you won’t use it, my King?”

King Kenrith gave Emry an apologetic smile. “I’m afraid not. Please understand, the craftsmanship is exquisite; making a flameblade, while underwater? You truly are a master of your craft. And you uplift the entire realm with your noble work.”

“You are too kind, Milord.”

“But my role requires a certain image. A diplomatic one, which I’m sure this weapon would do no favors.”

“No. Again, I understand, Your Majesty.”

“…Well fine! If neither of you two want it, I’ll take it, then!”

Both Emry and Kenrith startled as a third stepped in and seized the sword. The woman in a white dress gave it a few experimental swings with practiced grace, grinning at the heat emanating from the blade.

“It’s perfect!” Queen Linden cried. “You’ve outdone yourself as always, Emry!”

The blacksmith tried and failed to stifle her growing smile. “Thank you, my Queen.”

“And you!” Linden turned her attention to her husband. “What’s the big idea, with refusing Emry’s work?”

“As I mentioned, I have an image-”

“Exactly! An image to maintain, of a proper nobleman, a kind king, and a good man - to Emry!”

“So…?”

“You should have accepted the gift! Take it back to Castle Ardenvale. At least hang it in the throne room! Or let Rowan use it?”

Kenrith frowned, a most embarrassed grimace. “Ah. Right. I suppose I don’t have to personally use the gift, to honor it, do I?”

“No! But worry not. I’ll use it. Both because I don’t have the same expectations on my shoulders…And also, I long to test it on that miserable fae who attacked you!”

“Well, perhaps that Oko wasn’t the politest. But…”

“He turned you into an elk!”

“I got better…”

Linden and Kenrith’s argument quickly broke down. Meanwhile, in response to both monarchs’ stirring praise of her work, Emry sank back into the water up to her eyes, hiding her returning blush.

[Kenrith does have some combat-focused abilities, but I haven’t played against a voltron list of him yet, let alone one that runs equipment. Meanwhile, Linden actively encourages attacking, so I like to think she’d be a better fit for fabled Embercleave!]

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Friendship.

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“Well, that’s one less share to divide up…No, wait-”

A cacophonous roar echoed across the ship deck, startling the newly awakened dinosaur head sitting atop it. Angry pirates of all sorts drew swords and charged. The beast shut its glowing eyes and braced for impact.

But the blow never fell. Instead they ran right past it, and collided with their goblin boatswain who had animated it.

“You fool, Dranach!” bellowed an orc, as he slammed a handheld naval cannon over the goblin’s head. “That’s another share to divide up!”

“Yeah! Your math is bad!” snickered a second goblin, jumping up and down on Dranach’s back.

“I…I’m sorry-”

Another roar stopped and silenced the mob, this time coming from the dinosaur. Weapons lowered, their wielders backing away from the beaten Dranach, who crawled to his feet with a triumphant laugh.

“That’s right! It’s a part of the crew now…I presume?”

The boatswain glanced over his shoulder. The dinosaur head leaned from side to side in contemplation, then nodded.

“Yeah! So, we deal it in. Fair’s fair. Any objections?”

Under Dranach’s glare - and the dinosaur’s - the crew muttered their begrudging agreement. But before the expedition could continue, a boarding party of vampires swung onto the ship. They ignored the newest member of the crew in favor of threatening those with blood.

“You know what we want,” grinned the lead conquistador. “Shall you give it to us, or shall we-”

One final roar knocked the vampires overboard with its force. And thus the attack was fully and swiftly foiled. The pirates voiced their thanks, albeit still reluctantly.

“Maybe your new friend isn’t so bad after all, Dranach,” grumbled the orc.

Dranach began to grin. “So, you’re saying that’s two times now-”

“Yes! Your siren friend is useful too! Casting spells and such. And, definitely worth her share as well.”

There came a sing-song laugh from the ship’s bow. There, the wooden figurehead of a siren quickened as well, enjoying eavesdropping on the conversation.

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“YOU DESERVE THIS.”

While the other Mirrans fell back, Koth stood his ground, readying a fireball for the monstrous Vorinclex’s advance. But the praetor mirrored his movements, holding position with surprising caution.

“‘Deserve’?” growled the resistance leader. “That’s not your usual tune. What’s the matter?Can’t handle the little present we gave you?”

“YOU MEAN THE TYRANNAX.”

“Sure! How’d your hunters like that?”

“THEY WERE CRUSHED UNDERFOOT.”

“Which…I imagine you’re about to say they deserved.”

“YES. THEIR FAILURE MEANS THEY WERE WEAK.”

“Okay. Then, what is it you’re saying us rebels deserve?”

“TO GET CRUSHED UNDERFOOT.”

Koth bellowed with sarcastic laughter. “I should’ve guessed! And why is that?”

“YOU SPURRED THE BEAST INTO US. YOU ARE WORKING AGAINST IT, NOT WITH IT.”

“We don’t exactly have a lot of…” Koth blinked. “What happened to your usual bluster about ‘natural selection’?”

“THAT IS MY DOMAIN. NOT USUALLY YOURS.”

Koth nodded wryly. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but…You’re right. We can’t lose sight of…us, while trying to preserve…us.”

“YOU ARE WISE. A SHAME YOU ARE ALSO INSANE.”

“And you’re a…walking contradiction. You know that?”

“I DO. I SAVED YOUR TWO WEAKLINGS, LUKKA AND NISSA, FOR NORN. AND…”

“You ended up liking them.”

“BOTH FIGHT WITH THE STRENGTH OF TEN. THE STRENGTH OF HOPEFUL FOOLS.”

“That sounds like them, all right. Minus the fools part.” Koth leaned in close, menacing despite his relatively small stature. “We’ll bring them back. Somehow.”

“THEN PROVE IT. SHOW ME. AFTER THIS.”

A thunderous thump made a ripple in a nearby puddle of oil. The trees parted to reveal the tyrannax mentioned prior, sporting new oxidized copper plates courtesy of the Maze Phyrexians.

“AS I SAID, YOU DESERVE THIS.”

Vorinclex leapt back before Koth could strike, melting into the underbrush as the dinosaur charged. Koth swore under his breath and rallied his forces.

“Form ranks! The…” The planeswalker sighed. “The consequences of our own actions are here!”

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>Umezawa? You online?

>I am, Greasefang.

>You doing okay? I know you met Adayn a bit during the whole...hike thing you guys did.

>I'm fine. I'm more worried about Koda and Vasro than anyone else right now.

>Yeah, yeah, count on the big scary older brother to worry about his little bros. That's why I'm checking on you instead of them.

>That's not a very rival boss thing to say in DMs, Fang.

>Oh, hold on. Insert mandatory "fuck you, you giant asshole". There we go, the world is balanced again.

>I want you to know that I spooked Oppira-Jiyuu by laughing at that.

>Nooo my poor nephew-in-law :(

>The law has nothing to do with any of this, Fang.

>Well I haven't come up with a cooler thing to specify that we're not related except through an upcoming marriage.

>We'll workshop it.

>Yeah, it'll give us something to do at the meeting this weekend since it'll probably just be you and me. Where's Koda at, btw?

>He was supporting Gesserith and Haruko while those two mourned. They headed to New Capenna earlier.

>Think he's gonna get arrested?

>Knowing him? 75% chance.

>Ooo those are fun odds. I bet that he won't.

>Alright, we'll see what happens. Loser has to do what winner says for a week?

>Deal!

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“Why struggle, Nissa? If compleation can save even me, just imagine your potential!”

Nissa raised her blade, just in time to block a heavy blow from the Phyrexian mount fused to Lukka’s torso. She skidded backwards to a stop, grimacing at the glistening oil that now coated her blade.

“I need no pity from fools like Norn, And I pity that you-” She hissed in pain as the oil on her blade trickled down onto her hand. Pointed thorns burst from the grip. They dug painfully deep into her palm and rooted, sealing her fate. Yet she continued to stand tall, still holding her weapon as the only thing between her and Lukka. “I…I pity that you think you do.”

“You will see.”

Lukka charged. Nissa dove to the side while casting a spell. A wooden spike suddenly burst from the ground, impaling both Lukka and his mount. Both roared in pain, but the beast was still close enough to grab Nissa and slam her into the ground. And still Lukka tried to convince her:

“You see? Our fighting would have already killed any mortal. You are evolving. Why fight this?”

Wordlessly, face-down in mud and glistening oil, Nissa still struggled. But it was too late. Two more arms burst from her sides, joining the original pair in pushing off the ground. But even Phyrexian strength was rendered moot by the foe’s massive size.

“Evolve, Nissa! Shed your restraints, and hunt!”

As if on cue, Nissa’s sword detached from her arm. It sprouted a set of spiky legs and lunged at Lukka’s face.

“YES-”

The blade pushed through Lukka’s temple. He and his beast crumpled as Nissa regained her footing.

“You see…Even this…I’ll survive.”

The newly compleated Nissa scanned her surroundings with a focused but utterly blank stare. She ignored the bodies of Lukka and his mount sinking into the oily mud, spotting her sentient weapon returning to her. Her lips curled into a serene smile as she outstretched her newly copper-plated arm. The sword crawled up and reattached itself, fusing with a web of metallic roots that erupted from the limb.

“Well done,” she sighed in relief.

[I still can’t believe they off-screen compleated Nissa. Such a weird thing to do for a member of the Gatewatch…and Chandra’s love interest…and the eventual centerpiece of Norn’s plan…gimme a minute, I’m sure I can think of a few more. I’m sorry, they just did her so dirty!]

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“I’ve got you.”

“Hmph. I need no help, thank you very much, Elia.”

The vampire priestess’s glowing eyes grew wide. She stepped back, watching as the footsoldier clambered out of his own coffin, without any help from her reanimating magic.

“Sleeping on the job then, Santana?” smirked the cleric.

“Not a chance. Forcefully laid to rest. I am ashamed to admit, I vastly underestimated the Brazen Coalition’s aim with their cannons.”

Elia nodded, silently noting the presence of artillery. “That makes sense. We trained them, after all.”

“Before their mutinous exile!”

“Right…” Elia rolled her eyes. “Ah, you know to repair your armor, as well.”

Santana proudly thumped a claw against his fully intact breastplate. “Indeed! Perhaps I am overdue for position of viceroy! It seems I can do your job better than you - and more punctual too.”

“As good,” Elia swiftly corrected. “Not better yet.”

Santana fixed Elia with a deadpan serious stare. “A pious warrior, and now a healer as well? It’s only a matter of time before I surpass…you…”

“Santana?”

Elia rushed forward with supernatural speed to catch Santana just as he fell out of his coffin. The soldier groaned in intense pain, his previous bravado immediately forgotten.

“Elia…what’s happening to me!”

“It seems like your magic is good for patching up even mortal wounds. But…did you remember to add a component to dull the pain?”

“…Perhaps,” Santana growled angrily.

“Unless you want to take a week-long retreat to workshop the spell. I strongly recommend you just let me resurrect you, at least until we get back to Torrezon.”

“Of course…I imagine you’re wildly elated by this turn of events.”

“No…Well…” Elia allowed herself a small smile. “I hate to see you suffer, but perhaps we can treat this as payback. For so readily trying to put me out of a job.”

Santana prepared a biting retort, but another bout of pain rendered him unable to deliver. Despite the obvious animosity, Elia remained by the soldier’s side, albeit while openly smiling.

[I love Bishop of Rebirth. Even a bad Sun Titan is still a Sun Titan of sorts!]

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“…Yeah, silence. That’s what you wanted. Right, boss?”

Through the Obscura agent’s communication spell, Raffine’s face contorted into an anguished expression. “I foresaw you would fail me, Gregorio, and yet I am still somehow disappointed. No, you fool. Silence, as in kill.”

“Then why did you say…Hold on. I think Mikey wants to say…Well, not ‘say’ anymore, I guess.” Gregorio briefly pushed away the spell, turning to their friend. “What is it, Mikey?”

Standing across from Gregorio, the other human in question gestured frantically at them. With webs of light sewing his lips shut, he was reduced to drawing a line across his neck with one hand, while shrugging with the other.

“Kill you? No, that’s what I’m talking with Raffine-”

“Yes, kill,” Raffine hissed with growing impatience. “Take care of him.”

Gregorio’s hands slowly balled into fists. “Well…no! I won’t hurt my friend.”

“Friend, you say?”

Both Raffine and Mikey were surprised as Gregorio said, “Yes! He’s been a great sport about the whole ‘forcefully sworn to secrecy thing.’ Furthermore-”

“Wait. So, he is magically bound to silence?”

“I thought that was what you wanted me to do! Silence him! Literally!”

“And he went along with it? Willingly?”

“Well…” Gregorio glanced at Mikey’s confident thumbs-up. “As willingly as one can, for something like this.”

“Excellent manipulation…You remain an Obscura in good standing…for now. Carry on.” Raffine nodded and ended the call, leaving Gregorio breathing a heavy sigh not of relief, but irritation.

“Talking in riddles is nice, until you need something done…Yes, Mikey, I know I bought your silence.”

Mikey lowered his raised hand, which held the enchanted euphonium he had received as a bribe.

“I’m not a complete fool,” Gregorio stated flatly. “I just decided it would be best to omit that bit from my report to Raffine just now.”

Mikey nodded in vigorous agreement.

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And so it came to pass that while walking through the grain fields of Oreskos, the Champion of the Sun was surrounded by the full radiant glory of a god. And she lifted a hand to shield her eyes, and said “Who is it that seeks to blind me?” There came a voice from on high, shaking the heavens and earth and filling the world with warmth. “Has death scarred you so that you no longer recognize the work of he that made ye?” The Champion frowned, and lowered her hand. “My parents have been dead and eaten I know not how long, and my former masters shall join them before I do. You are nothing but a supplicant, and a filcher of a supplicant at that.” There was no thunderclap. Whatever else Heliod was, he was not a plagiarist. Instead, there was a sound like a thousand curtains being thrown open, and the sun was shining so bright that every head of wheat turned to face him.

———————————————————————————————————– It’s been about a week since this puppy went live on AO3, but I managed to finally remember that I could cross-post this stuff to Tumblr! Come one, come all, and witness my personal take on the Slaying of Heliod by Elspeth Tirel! This piece first debuted on MTGLore.com, commissioned as part of an ongoing project to try and give Theros: Beyond Death something approaching lore. Interested in commissioning something of similar quality? Well, have I got great news for you! I have a Ko-fi now! Just shoot me a message here on Tumblr and we can hash out the fun details of anything you want to see me create!

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Stonechosen

[Also available on AO3.]

Alpharael’s fingers slipped, and the stone--

The stone bounces. It leaps from point to point on the battlefield with all the grace of a frog, dodging every grasping hand in a way that no rock should be able to. But it isn’t any old rock. The stone is alive, and willful, and it will heed no master. It will sooner unbirth every soldier here than be held by unworthy hands.

Its momentum persists with every movement, springing up from the floor every time it bounces as though it’s been kicked by a baloth. It rises and falls not like a stone but like a dancing bird, and the few who know what they are looking at stare in rapt horror as it moves. If the stone wishes it, it will be lost in this moment. If the stone wishes it--

“One of yours?” Haliya joked, though nobody was even close to laughing.

Alpharael had heard the sarcasm, but even so, he shook his head mutely. He didn’t recognize the gravkill paladin into whose hands the stone had tumbled, couldn’t recognize them under all that titanic armor. He could only barely guess at their thoughts, at what they felt as they lifted the stone so that it caught the light.

He did not have to guess what he saw next.

When the half-light of Sothera caught the stone, it bent, the same way light bent around the supervoid itself. Suddenly, there was a horizon in the middle of the sky, and the stone was the void in the middle of it. And then, things started to happen to the paladin.

The alabile armor, designed to function inside an event horizon, designed to endure gravity several magnitudes greater than flesh could even accept, came apart like ribbons in water. Alpharael saw the paladin’s hands, pale and tired without a micron of fat. He saw them come apart like ribbons in water. He expected to see muscle after the skin retreated, but it went straight from skin to bone, like they’d been flayed once already and then painted over. He wasn’t sure at this distance, but he almost wondered if one of the arms was mechanical.

Arms… The armor was coming undone all down the paladin’s arms, but it didn’t give way to flesh. It gave way to everything else; To water and fire and trees and flowers and code and stardust. The words came to him the way poetry was supposed to come to you, in the last moments before you tipped over the edge and were swallowed. The paladin was being unmade, and remade, and half-made and wrong-made and right-made. The stone was cycling through every past there could have been, deciding what it could do with this one. And it made its decision. Where Alpharael had been chosen, the paladin was unchosen.

The stone floated down from where it had been held, drawing its horizon back into itself as it came to rest on the floor. The stone’s gravity and its mass should have made it tip over to lie down, but it stood there. It stood there, and suddenly Alpharael was running.

“Are you insane?” Haliya’s voice rang in his ear. Alpharael smiled; It was the first time she’d said it as a question, rather than an accusation. “Leave it where it fell! Let the Metalman take it from here! Absolve yourself!”

“He’d never make it five steps.” A Sunstar knight swung their bladiator at his head. Alpharael didn’t dodge, he just moved, and the blade never struck true. “The stone wants me. The stone trusts me, because it knows I’m afraid of it.”

Somebody threw a black hole past his face, and he didn’t bother flinching. “Tezzeret wants power, he wants control, he wants very specific things. But the stone just wants to survive.”

A kav roared at him. Alpharael jumped, and somewhere just far enough behind him that it just barely warmed his pants, something exploded and sent him tumbling forward. “The stone keeps me alive, because I don’t want to understand it, or crack it open, or destroy it or use it.”

There was a starship crashing towards him. He looked away, and didn’t ask himself if it was still there. It didn’t matter.

“The stone chose me, Haliya. I’m its only way out of this hell.”

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You know what? I’m sorry, Duskmourn. You really are a cool concept, and you took good advantage of the omenpath stuff as a plot point - even if I dislike the omenpath stuff itself. I shouldn’t have let my personal dislike of this overall shift to more modern settings get in the way of just enjoying a cool plane.

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“Taros, stand back! STAY WHERE YOU ARE! STOP!”

The woman in a tattered motor patrol uniform interposed herself between an unarmed elf and a metal-clad razorkin. She raised a pistol and fired her last few rounds, striking the killer directly in the head. As the enemy fell, she sprinted over towards the survivor.

“Are you all right, Taros?” she asked.

“Officer Laurie,” groaned the elf. “You saved me? Even after I…you know.”

The officer rolled her eyes. “Keyed my bike? Graffitied my helmet? Ripped my jacket?”

“Uh…something like that.”

“All in the past, kid. Before the House. And when I was still a cop. Just, don’t expect a repeat performance.” Laurie angrily threw down her empty pistol for emphasis. “I’m out of ammo. And last I heard, this crazy place doesn’t have any police stations or gun stores.”

“But it does still have safe zones, some of which I’ve scouted. Speaking of which, we should get to one of those! Before that thing comes back.”

Laurie looked down at her gun, damaged from the impact but still emitting smoke from the barrel. “I don’t think he’s coming back, kid.”

“Oh, he is. Don’t worry.”

“What do you…” Laurie’s eyes went wide as the razorkin clambered back to his feet, apparently none the worse for wear. “I…yeah, I shot him! The bullet holes are still there!”

“I know. Nice shot, by the way. But it doesn’t matter what you do to these things. Something about the House keeps them alive. But on the bright side! That same magic also makes them weak to some very surprising stuff. Observe!”

Taros seized a plastic lamp off the floor. He swung it with decent but not overwhelming force. Somehow the razorkin crumpled again from the moderate hit.

“Nice one, kid!” Laurie laughed. “Maybe I should get a lamp too!”

“Oh, I…wouldn’t bother.”

“What?”

“Well, I think the House really hates cops for some reason…Well, ex-cops now, but you know what I mean. The monsters love to kill you guys first.”

“I seriously doubt…” Laurie trailed off. She looked down at her uniform then back up at the recovering razorkin, who was glaring directly at her.

[I knew Laurie Holden was in The Walking Dead, but I had no idea she was in the Silent Hill movie too! Just saw that the other day.]