Got a chuckle out of this one.

Long story short me and the guys at the warehouse beat up a bunch of degenerates.

We were just minding our own business sorting out shelves when we started hearing moans and heavy breathing from the bathroom. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone there so we all grabbed whatever hammers and wooden planks we had and proceeded to mercilessly bonk 4 guys into a bloody pulp.

As we were dragging their limp bodies outside the boss recognized one of them and said we would make sure the dude would be thrown out of the house and lose the inheritance money, kek!

We ended up not getting anything done because we spent the rest of the shift laughing about the situation. Heading back home I couldn’t help but notice its 6 of the morning and the place is still pich black. Entering home I was met not by the inside I was acostumed to but by a field of grass. In front of me I there was a bloodsoaked book in the middle of a blood circle with weird symbols.

Picking it up and opening it didn’t do much, I couldn’t understand a single thing that was written, the smidges of blood didn’t help either.

4 wendigos appeard out of nowhere and started chanting behind me, presumadely trying to help me understand what was written but sadly, I don’t speak edge :(