Shattered Sands

[Enel]

He’s not bad. He never was bad. Just not me.

I bring the staff down eight or nine times or something. I kick his implements away. The sword, the dagger, the stupid rocket launcher. It’s fucking hot. I’m tired.

“Listen, you …” I say. “Listen. I got a proposition.”

He groans, signifying he’s still not dead. That’s good.

“I’ve got a meeting,” I say, as I stand up straight and rotate my shoulder, “With a man up there named Omni. He’s been … pushing me around, making me live in this … nightmare game-world, and I won’t stand for it. I’m going up there to do to him what I did to you. But ... I need allies. There are things out there, he’s made, that require more power to defeat than I currently have in this sick … heresy. I must bring it all down.”

“Say it,” spits Shay.

I growl. “I’m making you an offer.”

My stomach rumbles, and it’s a suitably epic sound effect to accompany the pregnant pause I deliver before the dramatic reveal.

“Help me. Find this Omni.

“Or die.”

My stomach rumbles dramatically.