Chain 131: Unsong

Chain 131: Unsong

Location: Mexico
Age: 26
Identity: Cometspawn (Drop-In)
Drawbacks: [+600] Dancing On The Head Of A Pun, Drugs Are Bad, Older Things

[Free]      Shooting-Star Soul
[Free]      And A Little Child Shall Lead Them
[100/1600]  Someone Has To Do It
[200/1600]  Between Earth And Sky
[500/1600]  Applied Kabbalah
[1100/1600] Open-Sorcery
[1200/1600] Tzimtzum
[1400/1600] Duality
[1600/1600] Bioethics

Okay, I'm going to just come out and say it: this is a weird, weird, WEIRD world.

A guy who outright called himself The Drug Lord was the first to come for me. Apparently my abrupt appearance piqued his interest, the skills I displayed trying to escape from the locals in Juarez got his attention, and then I gave up pretending to be nice, at which point he REALLY started getting serious about getting his hands on me. Once I actually confronted him directly I was able to deal with him in an expedient manner, but it was surprisingly difficult getting a read on him, as any magic I'd tried to use to locate the source of the disturbance was pointed at every single member of his involuntary "cult".

Turns out that throwing a tungsten brick on his head at hypersonic velocities kills him as dead as anyone, even if he's trying to sling kabbalistic reality-warping nonsense at me.

It turns out that's one of the worst things that I could have gone and done, of course, because it put me on the radar for a great many other things. And while I would have loved to travel the world and make a difference and deal with any of the existential threats (or tried to figure out what the HELL was up with that broken sky), I was too busy dealing with the target I'd painted on my back. You see, it seems there are a great many things that would prey on humanity, and I'd inadvertently given them an opening. Things like Aztec gods, for instance. Among other issues, but they were the first.

And despite all of this, you know what the worst thing was? Not being able to function without cracking constant jokes and horrid puns. ALL OF THE TIME. It came to the point that I'd stay silent more often than not, rather than being constantly insufferable. But it wasn't just that, oh no. I had to work puns into the very magic that I cast, the notes that I took! Utterly insufferable.