Brad Kealling lived a calm life exploring and cataloging the countryside of a peaceful land.

Life never goes as we want.

He stumbled across the footsteps of something ancient, his world turned into a strobe-light of comedy and horror.

Nothing he could do about it. Just keep walking, try to ignore it.

Turns out that secrets stay secret for a reason, who would've thought?!

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Autopsy: This attempt at a story is why people like me shouldn't try to write romance. I'm gonna leave this on Hiatsu, until I figure out how to write a relationship that doesn't make me depressed. I kept letting the MC get abused physically and psychologically, until it made me sad and I had to stop. Do people find behaviour like this funny? Maybe they don't, maybe I'm just broken. It's all I've ever known, that's probably where the problem originates from.

Parts of this story are pretty amusing, maybe even enough to get a chuckle out of someone.

I'm removing the 'Romance' tag, this is not romance, it's abuse.

No idea how I managed to screw up a decent setting in less than 8000 words, that's kinda impressive on its own.