Sons of Bitches

So we get back to the house, rest up, then head out again to clean up after that fucked up pile of arms. First stop; Drake Manor, to have a chat with little miss shady-as-fuck and get Drake straight with his mom again. Turns out the place got turned into a magic museum so Mrs Drake could do the retired lady thing and play her videogames and shit, which is pretty cool. So Drake gets back in with his family like it ought to be, I went a few rounds with the basement-basement-basements guard, this big motherfucker I learned down on Tin Pan who turns out to be an actual ogre instead of just needing a dentist, but he got dental now so it’s all good. Also, little miss shady-as-fuck want Drake to get a license and join the council, but he say he’ll do that AFTER we finish cleaning up in New Orleans.

So we Knight Rider into the plane and head straight from the freeway to New Orleans, and I Judge-hammer-stamp some legal docs for Drake; to keep the peace, protect the innocent, and fight tyranny, he’s a full licensed wizard. My family in Louisiana did some legwork, we hit the House of the Rising Sun to meet up with Uncle Ty-Real so he could help out with Drake’s god-stone and hand Andria his cuts-any-damn-thing sword to help get her poppa back. We tree-teleport over to my boys who found the goddamn vampires – well, THEY tree-teleport over there while Drake goddamn lyin’ to me about me tree-teleporting, like I even wanted to goddamnit, and then I end up alone while they head off. So I hop in the Mercedes cause that shit ain’t never let me down, drive down to the address, run one of those savage motherfuckers down and let the rest of those sons of bitches know we’re done with this shit!

Sons of Bitches

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