Shagrath had just finished traveling on the adventure of his life time all the way from the distant land of Hargeon and had somehow arrived in Dahlia town. When he left the safety of the last town which he resided in he thought that the next town on his map would be just as safe, but as it turns out Dahlia was a very spooky place that frightened Shagrath. When he was growing up my mother always told him that he was a strong handsome boy but now that he was standing in the middle of this crazy, empty and also -since it hadnt been mentioned before- spooky town, he saw that he actually wasnt as strong as he thought that he was.

Now the advice of his mother was pretty good if youre trying to comfort a crying boy who is mad because he didnt get to eat chicken tenders, but the advice that his father gave him was far more applicable in the current situation. Shagrath's father always told him that he was an ugly good for nothing loser, this was usually before beating him mercilessly with various whip-like objects. Now that might seem like a bad thing to tell a child, but Shagrath knew that if he was going to survive this crazy town he would need to act like he wasnt afraid. Shagrath would need to wear a facade that gave off the illusion that he wasnt scared of anything, in fact everything should be scared of him. So thats what he did. Shagrath squared up and acted like the toughest most threatening man around and then kinda did nothing after that except for look at a wall because it had really interesting graffiti on it.

Chad had just gotten done fucking around in the nearby tavern as he usually did. The rest of the patrons were drunk of course while Chad was still relatively sober. For those who weren't regulars at the tavern, it was always weird to them to see a monk drinking and partying with the rabble rousers of the town. There were stranger things that happened in Dahlia though, so Chad's existence was only seen as a passing interest to most. Unlike many folks, Chad wasn't afraid of walking in Dahlia because he had absolute confidence in his personal capabilities, and this showed in his measured gait. He had begun this gait after having gotten up and left his position in the bar of course.

After having left the bar he made his way down the sketchy streets of Dahlia looking for something interesting to do. After walking for awhile he came across some strange man who seemed to be very confident about himself. The odd thing about the man was that he was just standing still in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, looking at some graffiti on the wall. Chad wasn't one to judge of course, so he made his way up to the man like he would any other individual he was encountering, though as he approached, he noticed that the man looked as though he was quite competent in a fight. To Chad, the easiest way to ascertain this man's level of strength would be to just attack him with a reasonable amount of power to see how he would react.

"Amitabha benefactor", Chad would say.

After he had reached a foot away from the man, Chad threw a quick right straight punch at the mans jaw, that being Shagrath, at full force. Should the blow connect it would smash the man's face in completely and cause massive blunt force trauma to the brain, causing instant death. Chad had assumed this man was at a level where he could take a punch like this of course, so he definitely would be surprised if he couldn't react. By the time Chad had started to speak to Shagrath, the blow would have connected. He had a great desire to find someone who could actually fight him, as the jobs he had been given recently were too low brow for him to find much enjoyment. He was still optimistic about how this man would react, but only time would tell if Chad's search for a good fight would end here.

Shagrath was unaware of how fast time was passing around him. He had become fully fixated on the interesting graffiti on the wall, trying hard to really observe the tiny intricacies and nuances that it showed. He believed that street graffiti on the wall was the highest form of art. This particular piece of vandalism wasnt particularly anything special, it just spoke vaguely of a man at a hibachi grill being disgruntled with his place of work, and his burning desire to throw a large cart of things at the next customer that gave him a hard time. For some reason this very much interested Shagrath.

In fact the graffiti was so interesting to Shagrath that he barely even noticed the bald man, who smelled like he enjoyed soy products a little too much, walking up behind him. He heard a vague whisper in a language that he was unable to decipher before feeling the brutal blow of a trained fist crashing directly to his jaw. There was a large white flash, before the force of the blow smashed Shagrath's cranium into the wall in front of him with such a force that he was dead within a matter of seconds. His body slumped to the floor, all of his dreams and aspirations suddenly amounted to nothingness. The last thing he saw before he faded into the afterlife was the shine of light on a bald soyboy's head.

[im dead]

It seemed as though fate would be disappointing chad tonight as the man he had just attempted to fight ended up having his brains plastered across the wall before he could even hear Chad's greeting. His disappointment was immeasurable and his night was ruined by this incident. Chad frowned as he watched the man's lifeless body slump to the floor. Not only had the man died without putting up any sort of resistance, but he had gotten his blood all over Chad's nice black monk robes. He would have to spend lots of extra money to clean it that he could have spent on booze and drugs.

He didn't really feel that bad about killing the man, as situations like this had happened a few times in the past. He justified his actions as just sending a poor lost soul into the reincarnation cycle. Maybe the man could reach nirvana in his next life and be something more than some weird ass vagrant looking at graffiti in the middle of the night. Having already confirmed that the man was dead, Chad slipped back into the darkness of the city and made his way back to his room to clean his clothes.

[exit]