Detroit Hellhound Matrix story part 5

>After Putin had finished his amazing speech, he too also bid us all farewell
>A ladder had come out of the Hind that was hovering above the stage, he got on that shit and flew out with his Spetsnaz honorguards, waving good bye to all of us
>The crowd and me cheered him on as he made his spectacular exit
>Agent Smith had motioned at me to get up off the stage, so I get up and start walking over to him
>But then… as soon as I got off the stage… You fucking guessed it
>Moonman just fucking popped up out of nowhere again on the stage with two beautiful women in sparkling dresses
>"Check it, this is my first big hit children, NOTORIOUS KKK."
>He starts rapping that fucking song I've heard a million times at this point
>The women do back up vocals
>"Moonman Moonman can't you see? Spics and Niggers need to hang from trees, and I just love your racist ways… And that's why their mom is black! And you're so great" The women sing.
>Why in the ever loving fuck did I take that bet at work…
>Oh that's right..
>FOR THE LULZ

                                       Moonman gon' give it to ya

>Hurry off the stage, Agent Smith had his palm in his face
>"Have you met Moonman?" I say to the nark cunt
>"Yes.. I have.. He's very, interesting."
>"Right.." I step past him to go leave
>"There's a banquet going on in the rest of the theater Mr. Anderson, follow the crowd if you want some free meals, it's all you can eat."
>I turn and look at the giant crowd of Mg's and White humies, they're all heading behind the amphitheater like Smith said
>"Thanks for the tip, I think I'll go get me some of that."
>He says nothing, and simply gives me a blank and emotionless stare, then a nod
>Jamal and Terra run up to me, captivated my Moonman's insanity, the Crowd Cheering as they're leaving
>"You ready to go for lunch Anon?" Says Terra
>"I heard they got some gooood fuckin' chicken in there dawg, let's go chow down son!" Jamal said, excitedly
>"Sure let's head on in." And we all follow the crowd inside, Moonman laying down his sick rhythms and raps, echoing through out the event..
>We get in to this MASSIVE room, looked like it used to be used for band practice
>There's long tables at the end of the room, with chefs serving up more dishes than I could count or see
>Had to wait in line though.. With…
>Fucking Cynthia again
>She strolls up behind me and starts purring in my ear
>Thank god Terra was here this time
>She shoves faggot cat back into the back of the line
>WEW
>"I don't fucking like that little bitch, always fucking hanging around you. Makes me so MAAAD." Her eyes were flaring wildly, fire singing out of her eyebrows again
>"Honey don't get so upset again, let's just forget about her and have a good time!" I say, holding Terra's paw
>Her face turns a little red and she gives me a big hug
>"I love you anonnnn."
>Cuddly Hell Hound is Cuddly
>I just hug her back and give her some kisses
>Jamal was snickering like a faggot though
>Finally our turn to get some food
>HOLY FUCK, Steak and Fried chicken everywhere
>Hotdogs, Cheeseburgers, Burritos, Tacos, every single stereotypical American cuisine known to mortal man and MG alike
>Absolutely delicious
>We get our food and sit down at this fancy round table with a red table cloth
>We all fill our bellies, laugh and have a good time, like we're all old friends or something
>Terra doesn't call Jamal a Nigger or a Porch Monkey the entire time
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>Finally the final bell rings, and it's time for us all to head home
>We're in the parking lot, Terra turns to me and says:
>"I had a good time today Anon, I'm so proud of you and us." We hold eachother for awhile
>"I have to get home now Anon, I'll see you tomorrow!" She then patted off to her dinky little Honda
>"You ready to go bro?" I say to Jamal
>"Yeah man, let's head to my place. My Old Man wants to meet you. You wanna sleep over even?"
>It's Friday and I have the day off because of the fucking sorcery I did, summoning Moonman and getting paid to do it
>Like a boss
>"Yeah man, I got the day off so I'm free for the next 3 days or so. Let's go!"
>And with that, we got into my MIGHTY FORD and hauled ass to Jamal's house
>Can't wait to shake his Dad's hand.. I'm honored to be invited for a meeting with him

>"I'll see you tomorrow!" It had just clicked in my head, I forgot that last night while I was driving Terra home I had promised to meet her family over the weekend..
>Fuckin'.. Ech.
>"Hey man. So my Dad saw the news."
>"Right, and?"
>"He laughed his ass off at me when I got home. Guess he thinks all of us almost getting killed by a giant ass bitchass ogre nigga is real comedic n' shit."
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>"Heh heh hahaha, it was pretty funny when you think about it. Fucking Smashmouth.."
>We both start laughing like shitheads again
>"I'm glad we got outta that one though, I was afraid that was it mayn."
>"I was too dude.. I'm so fucking glad Trump answered my prayer when I fired that last shot."
>"You even got a medal, two speeches, and a fucking buffet for it two nigga."
>"Heh, yeah. That chicken was good!! Too bad they didn't have any Kool-aid…" I say, looking at Jamal like Cynthia the rapist faggot cat would
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>We laugh the whole fucking drive back to Jamal's house
>Heh heh heh…
>Me and Jamal pull up to his place, and we get out to go inside
>The door swung open, and out stepped a very tall and very old man
>He had scars all over his face, most notably, 3 large slash marks on his left cheek, he was wearing camo pants, woodland style, and wearing a white T shirt
>"Good to finally see you with my own eyes, Anon." He said, in a very soft but sharp voice
>"It's good to finally meet you as well, sir." I walk up the steps to shake the mans hand
>I offer my hand out to shake, and he grips it firmly
>We shake hands
>"You have good manners, you should be proud of that, how was the assembly boys?"
>"It was pretty good, Trump and (BANE) Putin gave really amazing speeches." I said
>"It was pretty good yeah, the food was even better." Said Jamal
>"Well I'm glad ya'll had a good time, the misses is making supper, are you going to be staying the night with us Anon?"
>"Yeah I am, I don't have work today and I get weekends off, so I'm free."
>"Wonderful, I hope you like ol' southern style Gumbo mhm sir, that's the stuff!"
>We all walk into the house, Jamal's mom cooking up a really wicked smelling pot of Gumbo in the Kitchen
>"So glad you could make it Anon! And thank you fo keepin' my baby boy in one piece!! I nearly had a heart attack watching that catastrophe on the news! Oh lordy!"
>"I was pretty scared too miss, but Jamal's aim and my own were true to the last round."
>"Speaking of that. Anon, Jamal, come on over with me to the War Room. I got some stuff I think you would appreciate Anon."
>We walk down this long hallway past the Old Man's study, and to the left at the end of the hallway, there was this big metal door
>We go inside, Jamal's pops typing in a 4 digit code on the keypad next to the door
>Holy fuck….
>It was this massive room with USMC flags and gear everywhere, big glass cases with old weapons from WW2 and Korea, even Vietnam..
>One case had a Gunto style Japanese Katana, that would have been given to an officer, and above that an Arisaka
>The case across from it had a Type 56 with the bayonet still attached, and a NVA Officers hat and Tokarev pistol next to it
>But what really caught my eye.. Was what was in the center of the room
>It was a Nam Era Marine Core uniform, fully decked out with all of the gear common to a Sargent, hanging on this rack that stood everything up. An M16A1 leaning against the uniform, a M1911 A1 in the holster, bandoleer with loaded mags for both weapons, hand grenades, flak jacket, even the fucking Bayonet for the M16, his old Radio.. And even his boots and pants.. The dog tags were hanging on the neck of this strange statue-esque set up.. On they read
>"Sargent Evan, "Rookie" Richards."
>On the ground infront of the combat boots laid the Helmet, with a pair of brass knuckles and an old pack of 60's Marlboro cigarettes in the hemlines of the Helmet, held in there by a tightly woven band of cloth
>And there was an inscription on the Helmet, written with black marker, it read;
>"FORGIVE ME MAMA."

>Jamal's dad walked past his old uniform and glorious M16, to take a seat in the big comfy red leather chair, sitting behind this big desk with lots of USMC knick knacks on it
>"Come on over and take a seat boys. I have a long story I wanna tell you before we eat."
>Me and Jamal sit down in front of his desk to hear the Man's tale
>"Many years ago, when Jamal here was just a child, and the great rift bringing MG's into our world happen'd, a very large land mass North of Michigan and South of the British Colombian border had just simply appeared out of thin air.. Right smack dab on this island is a very dangerous, almost wasteland type place, called.. The Divide."
>I have seen this place on a world map before in History class.. I know the spot he's talking about
>"In The Divide, not only did MG immigrate here.. But so did their legends. They told stories of a Man who would walk The Divide.. And face down an ancient Evil at the edge of their World.."
>"This is going to sound crazy, Anon.. But I think you.. are The One."
>WAAAAT
>"I know it sounds ridiculous. But after hearing about you facing down that Hell Hound, and watching you battle that fuckin' Swamp Demon, I think you are The One those ancient MG's spoke of."
>"Where did you learn this story from?"
>"From Five, very wise Medusa's. They were all 1,000 years old.. And told me they had seen it happen before, and they told me it would happen again."
>"What with Smith, and all the crazyness that has gone on in this ol' town of mine as soon as you showed up.. You must be him. The Courier, The One, The man who is to walk The Divide and conquer whatever lays within it."
>"Sir, I don't mean to be.. Disrespectful. But I don't think it's true. There's nothing special about me.. I'm just a guy."
>"That's what I used to think about myself.. And then Nam happened."
>I was absolutely silent after he said this, Jamal as well
>"You have more power in this world than you realize Anon. I can see it in you. These old bones may be tired of battle and war.. But I know a warrior when I see one, and I'm lookin' at you."
>"I don't know what to say."
>"Well, here's my proposition.. Your summer vacation is coming up in a week, you and Jamal will be free to do as you please for 3 months. In those 3 months.. You could both reach the end of the Divide and find out if the Legend is really true."
>I simply give Jamal's father a blank and tired expression, what he's proposing is madness
>"I know you think it's crazy.. But there are other reasons to go Anon. There's ancient tombs and dungeons out in The Divide, carrying priceless treasures.. You could live the rest of your life in absolute comfort if you found just one of them."
>"How do you know that if you've never been there?"
>He gives me a smug grin and pulls out a parchment from his desk drawer.
>"See for yourself."
>He rolls open the parchment and hands it to me
>It was an ancient Treasure map… I couldn't believe my eyes
>The map was completely legit, covered the whole of The Divide describing the landscape
>The entrance to The Divide was at the end of this extremely long land bridge across the sea, connecting Michigan and The Divide
>The beginning of The Divide was a massive Desert, Sand Dunes described as being several miles high and wide
>At the end of the Desert and Dunes, lay a massive Temple with an X scribbled by the name of it, (BIG JEWELS INSIDE, BEWARE THE GUARDIAN!!) next to the X, the name of the Temple was
>Rederan's Fortress
>Sounds sp00ky
>Past the Temple at the end of the Desert was a massive Forrest..
>The Sacred Forest, (Elven sanctuary)
>Name implies Elves, hope they're High Elf's…
>Past that. ANOTHER TEMPLE, next to it was another X and description
>The Moria Gallery, (Home of the Ancient Drow Elves and Dwarves, Mithril mines and Silver!!)
>Whoever drew this map was obsessed with..
>SHEKELS
>"MMMMM THE GLORIOUS SHEKELS!!" had been written above the Moria Gallery
>Beginning to suspect that this map was drawn up by a Danuki..
>I continue reading
>Past the Moria Gallery was a very large bridge, spanned over a large lake
>At the end of this bridge was yet another X marking a cave, (BEWARE!! ARACHNE DWELLING!! BUT MANY TREASURES FOR ADVENTURERS BRAVE ENOUGH!)
>Arachne in The Divide, I start sweating at the thought
>Past the fuckthatshit cave, was a large grassland.. Looked like the fucking Great Plains
>(WARNING!! PLAINS INFESTED WITH DEATHCLAWS!!)
>"What the fuck is a Deathclaw?" I thought to myself.
>And past the Great Plains were a massive City. (MONSTER GIRL CENTRAL, SAFE HEAVEN FOR MONSTER GIRLS LOYAL TO AMMIT.)
>Kayyyy… No idea who Ammit is, but safe heaven? City? We could probably rest there, and trade.. If the MG's living there are friendly to humans, or even still there.
>And past the City was.. Another City.
>(ABANDONED! EVIL! STAY AWAY!! THE DOOM BRINGER LIVES HERE!!!) A skull and crossbones had been drawn above the Abandoned city, the bridge leading to it was destroyed as the map illustrated
>"That.." Said Mr. Richards..
>"Is where the Divide, and your Journey will end. The Great Evil there awaits The One, to do battle over good and evil."
>"You called me "The Courier" as well. Why that name?"
>"Because The One carries a message.. A message to send to the Evil waiting there." He points to the abandoned City
>"What message!?" I say
>"I don't know Anon.. But you will. When the time is right."
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>I'm getting a little worried.. Cause now I am curious. Now I want to see what this place has to offer.. And the treasure… I could sit on my ass for the rest of my life with Terra…
>I quickly mull it over.. And;
>"I'll do it, I'll go."
>Richards was overjoyed
>"I'm glad you still have that adventurous spirit I used to have!! So glad young brothers these days still got it!"
>"Can I take Jamal with me?"
>"Of course you can. Don't worry about the misses.. I'll take care of that lil' man."
>Am I really going on an Adventure this Summer??

>"What about gear? Weapons, Equipment, Food, Water?" I ask
>"Let's take another walk. I got more to show you."
>Mr. Richards had flipped open a small bust of George Washington, and pressed a big red button
>To my left a giant section of wall had opened up, flood lights waking up, and revealing a massive armory..
>GUNS GUNS GUNS
>Guns, Knives, Swords, Axes, even giant ass fucking boxes of MRE crates and Ammo crates
>The absolute SHTF Motherload
>Me and Jamal were floored
>"WOAH!!" We both said, like wowed 13 year olds
>"Step right in, show me your favorites." He said, getting up and beckoning us to walk inside
>We do, and holy fuck the inside of the room is massive
>SO MANY RAIFU, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO PICK UP FIRST
>I settle on picking up and handling the AK-103 first, it was in perfect condition and was sighted the way I like
>"Do you just like.. Collect? Or is this all federally licensed??" I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS
>"I only collect. I just really like my arms. They all have a story to tell. That AK you're holding there belonged to a friend of mine who was in the Russian Army, during the first Resource war."
>"Wow.." I was exasperated, as I was going over the finer details of the raifu I looked on the other walls
>He had shit tons of Salted Raifus, from the 60s and present
>G36c, M4A1, M1 Garand, M14, more Type 56's of varying styles, even a few fucking Tavors and AUG's
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>"At the end of the week, when you both are ready to leave, I will let you choose any of these, as long as you can carry them and not be unhindered. I will also pack food and water for you, and even let you select some of my own personal gear."
>Holyfuckingshit
>"We'll discuss tactics and logistics when the date is two days away, that way we have time to change your approach if an Emergency comes up. You following me boys?"
>"Sir Yes Sir." I say
>"Yeah Dad, I'm really excited for this! WE GON BE RICH!!" Said Jamal
>MFW NO FACE FOR THIS
>"The Gumbo is ready boo!" Yelled Jamal's mom from the kitchen
>"Alright dear! We'll be right out! Well, guess it's time to go get some of that Southern Home Cookin' I was tellin' you about, come on ya'll let's go dig in!"
>"You got it Mr. Richards." I say, placing the Raifu back on it's rack
>Yeee
>We all go sit down and eat, have some of the greatest gumbo on the planet (no joke) and biscuits
>We talk, laugh, swap stories, like it was a goddamn Ad for thanksgiving
>Had the best Dinner ever with Jamal and his folks
>Head up with Jamal into his room, and stay the night in his Older Brothers room, my mind racing with thoughts of Adventure in The Divide..
>"I could really be rich in this world before I die.." I thought to myself
>We are gonna go where supposedly only One Man had gone before..