“He was already about to catch a cold in this storm; the water seeped through the many gashes of his shirt, and no matter how he tried to avoid it, the rain managed to drench him. As he walked across this field, his movement stunted due to his injury, he heard a hissing sound behind him. When he turned around, he saw the familiar dead stare of the Creeper. Immediately, he unsheathed his sword, a crude steel blade that he had forged in a hurry. He began slashing at it with ferocity, screaming as he did. The Creeper fell down, disappearing in a puff of smoke. Creepers were commonplace, but this one caused his patience to fall apart. What was wrong with him? The”
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Mark Mulle,
The Cult: Part 1: