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"Brb, destroying the universe" (source) Parashurama threw a wad of twenty-dollar bills at the cab driver and leapt from the passenger seat, calling back a brief thanks over his shoulder. Parashurama burst through the door of the house. There was no demonic presence here anymore. He went up to the attic to investigate. He had been too late. The Tavakoli family, or what was left of them, was on the floor of the attic, their corpses mostly eaten. Parashurama knew he was dealing with Pishacha, the demons who sustained themselves on human flesh. No doubt they were out there now, still gathering strength. He went downstairs a turned on the news to confirm the suspicions he had had earlier. On the TV was the football game, being held in the stadium downtown. Tens of thousands of spectators were there. If his theory was correct, the Pischacha would be making their way down to the stadium for a ritual sacrifice. Their goal? Most likely to awaken Shiva and end the Kali Yuga ...

The city of the dead  (source) Parashurama arrived back in the city of the dead, the festival was still going strongly. He approached another ghostly figure and asked him for directions. "Do you know the closest portal that will let me return to the physical world?" The ghost replied, "Well as far as I know, the demons smashed all the portals they made. That's fine by me. Good riddance as far as I'm concerned. But I do believe there was one they were unable to touch. There is a temple with a shrine to Vishnu in the center of this city. I believe that should work as a portal. That's who we're celebrating today actually, Vishnu. Just follow the crowds and you should be able to find it just fine. Say, what's your name anyways?" "Parashurama." The ghost dropped to his knees in respect. The ghosts around him did the same. As word traveled, the entire city dropped to their knees and made a path for him leading to the temple. P...

The portal to a strange realm  (source) Parashurama concentrated on the mirror in front of him. He closed his eyes and recited the mantras that would grant him passage to the spirit realm. When he opened his eyes he was no longer in the attic. He was in front of a stone portal in a strange swamp, filled fog and the smell of decay. Will-o'-the-wisps drifted through the fog, dimly lighting the area. There was no chirping of crickets or bullfrogs, no call of egrets or heron. The swamp was dead silent. Parashurama breathed in as hard as he could and blew, clearing out the fog for hundreds of yards. He was able to clearly see a cobblestone path leading (he presumed) out of the swamp. He began to follow it, occasionally stopping to blow back the fog which was creeping its way back towards him. After walking like this for hours, he came to a large abandoned city of stone. As he walked through the streets of the city, translucent human figures materialized before him. They appe...

"Save me, Alex!" (source) After dispatching the patrols sent on his tail, Alex made his way back towards the outskirts of the village, to the compound of Samu Al-Hayeed. Moving under the cover of darkness, Alex dispatched guards and patrols using nothing but his combat knife.  Finally, Alex reached the perimeter of Samu's compound. The sandy flats surrounding the high wall of the compound were illuminated by blinding floodlights. Machine-gun emplacements flanked the front gate, and the wall was topped by barbed wire. But Alex knew that defenses are only as strong as their weakest link. He circled the compound, staying just out of the range of the floodlights, until he came to the utility pole that supplied the compound with all of its electricity. Alex reached into his rucksack and produced a satchel charge with a timer, the last of his explosives. He climbed to the top of the utility pole and set the charge, he then made his way back outside the entrance of th...

"You can give up Art Girl or you can give up your life"  (source) The sun had just set, and Alex was moving silently through the maze of stucco desert houses. His objective: Invade Samu Al-Hayeed's compound and rescue his wife, the beautiful and talented Art Girl. Alex paused as he heard the nearby shuffling of footsteps. Despite his best efforts to move stealthily, there was no way he could cover his tracks through the sand and gravel. He'd set some traps to slow down his pursuers, thin their ranks, and allow him time to think of a plan.  Alex left the house he was in and made his way through the village moving towards the town square in the center, making sure to leave behind easy-to follow tracks. Once he reached the square, he carefully retraced his steps, back to a nearby storefront. He entered the store and booby-trapped the ground floor, moving up to the second floor and taking up a sniper position looking out of the balcony. His plan, if it ...

(source) *CRACK-CRACK-CRACK* The sharp report of gunfire filled Alex's ears as he lay prone behind a small stone wall. He pushed the mag release button on his assault rifle and felt around his vest for another. "Damn, last one" He smacked the new magazine into place and snapped the charging handle back. Slowly, he inched his way along the low wall, pausing to listen for footsteps. He came to a small hole in the wall where he was able to peek through. He saw ten enemy combatants, and a machine gun emplacement. Behind them, the compound where his wife, Art Girl, was being held. Her name wasn't really Art Girl, of course, but that's what her codename had been in the mission. Art Girl was kidnapped by Samu Al-Hayeed, leader of the "Nice Guys" terrorist group, an ironic name, since they were anything but. Fortunately, Alex, Art Girl's husband, just so happened to be a U.S. Marine. He and his squad had been dispatched to extract Art ...

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