“I hate Mages… hate them so much…” Kai muttered as he walked away from the trap that was just sprung on him. “Why can’t this one just leave me alone? I’m not even hunting him… though, I may start, just because he won’t leave me alone! WHAT IS IT!?” He shouts, instantly regretting it. Too tired to even pick up his sword, it drags along the ground as he walks away. “Man, my master would kill me if he could see me now.”
Kai, a Mage Hunter of high quality, normall. . .
Chapter One: Morning rituals at Monkey house
I woke up earlier than usual--it was 9 am. The sun already shined through my little room in the Monkey house. I thought what an irony, in the State of New York, on Long Island, in Brookville village, where the real-estates are among the most expensive ones in the world, for the past three months I’ve been waking up in the biggest fucking dump. Horrendous! The Monkey house, or rather a little stinking building with nine rooms about fifty two s. . .
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THE MOREAU ZOO
Do not feed the octoshark, nor the sharktopus. I’ve yet to decide which to cull, which will thrive. What would Darwin do? Hand me that blunderbuss. Never look the hypnotoad in the eye unless you want to mutate into a Cronenberg-inspired horsefly. Be warned, human, there is no mating call like that of the Jesus Monkey. Makes you wet like a tropical storm, hard like a unicorn. Nothing like a bit of inter-species if you know what I mean. Don’t throw stones at the Ko. . .
