Harrysmod Hell

Jevil . is a short, devilish jester from the Dark World . His life is going nowhere until he meets Countdown, a clock faced, stunning man with a passion for jam doughnuts and clock face wear.

Jevil takes an instant disliking to Countdown and the arrogant and ruthless ways he learnt during his years in Scotland.

However, when Meme, The hackerman tries to hack Jevil, Countdown springs to the rescue. Jevil begins to notices that Countdown is actually rather virtuous at heart.

But, the pressures of Countdown's job as a gamer leave him blind to Jevil's affections and Jevil takes up star gazing to try an distract himself.

Countdown walked over to the window and reflected on his Wet surroundings. He had always hated Bleak London with its crazy Crowds. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel demented.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a special figure of Jevil, even through the rain and smog beating down on London, Coundown could recognise Jevil as if it was a clear day.

Countdown gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a lovable, brave, iron brew drinker with squat fingers and tall elbows. His friends saw him as a dead, distinct dolphin. Once, he had even brought a cautious owl back from the brink of death.

But not even a lovable person who had once brought a cautious owl back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Jevil had in store today.

The rain hammered like bouncing gerbils, making Countdown shocked. Countdown grabbed a minuscule rock that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Countdown stepped outside and Jevil came closer, he could see the fancy glint in his eye.

Jevil gazed with the affection of 9583 scheming muddy mice. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want justice."

Countdown looked back, even more shocked and still fingering the minuscule rock. "Jevil, let's move in together," he replied.

They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two talented, thirsty toads skipping at a very bold birthday party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two cute uncles smiling to the beat.

Countdown regarded Jevil's bouncy fingers and energetic elbows. "I feel the same way!" revealed Countdown with a delighted grin.

Jevil looked sparkly, his emotions blushing like a purple, purring Cheshire cat.

Then Jevil came inside for a nice drink of iron brew.

Outside however there is a sinister plot brewing with Countdowns new neighbours that he hadn't met yet.

Kokichi Ouma had the perfect life working as a shopkeeper in the city and gaming with his cute boyfriend, Whip And Nae Nae. Their relationship ebbing with love and affection, to and for each other.

However, when he finds a ribbed kettle in his cellar, he begins to realise that things are not quite as they seem in the Ouma family, his fathers death may not have been an accident as Kokichi had believed all these years.

A Destiny 2 competition leaves Kokichi with some startling questions about his past, and he sets off to industrial London to find some answers.

At first the people of London are funny and noble. He is intrigued by the curiously generous author, Inster. However, after he introduces him to hard video games, Kokichi slowly finds himself drawn into a web of Mass liking posts, Necromancy on decrepit forum threads and perhaps worse of all, even Cheating.

Can Kokichi resist the charms of the wonderful Inster. and uncover the secret of the ribbed kettle before it's too late, or will his demise become yet another London stabbing?