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<p> The aliens are here. And they want blood, money and reality tv. They don't particularly care how they get it. </p> <p> Garok, a minotaur from another world, is summoned to be one of their Boss Monsters. Understandably miffed at being cut off from his gods and powers, he sticks a giant middle finger to that and stomps off to do what he does best: break undead skulls and heal people. </p> <p> Clair is far from home, fed up with the random bullshit of a world going to hell in a handbasket, and generally not in the best of moods. With a dark past, warrants out for her arrest and a tag-along she doesn't want or need, she's not having such a great day. </p> <p> Well, neither is Dumrye. Turns out, being tech support for the alien invasion isn't the glamorous job this little droid dreamed of when it joined up with Tiipenet. All those random Earth trolls are getting on its bad side, and a Droidian with a skewed temper control algorithm is something you usually stay away from. </p> <p> So, with our little band of misfits introduced (we may have forgotten the lonely demi-lich, genocidal redneck and a hyper-responsible summoner-to-be, but, eh, who cares?) lets get on with it. Sounds like all the trappings of a good reality show, no? </p> <p> Hehehehehe. </p> <p> </p> <p> [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge] </p>
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