Fallout Equestria: The Fallen

The trip to the trainyard was rather uneventful. There was mostly some ghouls, feral ones, rad roaches, a few security bots, but my new gun made quick work of all of them.

Seeing as I’m here first I decided to go through some of the supplies. With a few of my Lock Poppers I managed to open the locked or too rusted shut cargo boxes and see the treasures inside. Most of it was the usual. Some preserved Pre-war food, several had nothing but long since rotted fruit, random bits of old furniture or-

KA-BOOM!

A explosion from above the clouds almost shattered my rotting ear drums and sent me to the ground. Too soon it was followed by a roar and the sight of something that actually glowed black coming out from the sky above…

“Oh what the fuck…” I groaned. “Can’t I go one day without some new horror shit going on?”

I walked out from the cargo crate I was in… and saw sunlight…

I froze… Sunlight… actual, real sunlight…

Almost two hundred years and whatever made that noise ripped open the cloud layer above to let the sun shine through…

I’d have been crying, had dead pegasi, flying vehicals, and a fucking GHOUL DRAGON not also been falling from the sky!

“THE FUCK IS A GHOUL DRAGON DOING HERE!?!” I shouted in absolute panic.

The undead ghoul drake roared as he hit the ground with a meaty, sickening thud and crack!

It’s upper half moved up and looked around, it’s dead eyes pitch black and seemed to be filled with hate and rage as it opened it’s mouth, spewing black fire that turned even the metal around to ash.

Holy sweet Celestia’s ass that’s-

“Test one.” I jumped, turned and saw… Pain?! “Sup zombie.”

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be here?” I asked worriedly.

“Correction. I’m not supposed to bring or spawn non native monsters to cause chaos.” She stated. I looked back over at the ghoul dragon… that thing is actually from here?! “Anyway, this is your first test fella. You gotta kill it.”

“How, why, and what the fuck.” I said quickly.

“Bullets. Or explosives, I don’t honestly care. Because it has something inside it you are gonna need, and lastly because when I cause chaos, I go for the Blood and Death and destruction and massive body count kind. Not the weird ass Chocolate Milk rain or exploding apples and crap Discord does. And no, he isn’t an All Maker but for being a supposid God of Chaos he pulls more pranks than actual chaos.”

“I hate all of this…” I frowned, running off towards the ghoul dragon with my gun to try and deal with it.

As I ran towards it I noticed it took damage from it’s fall. Not only had heavy debris fallen onto it and pinned it down but it’s spine seemed to be broken, meaning only it’s upper half was able to move. Well, that’s good at least…

Okay, need to avoid the fire cause that turns Metal into ashes so, definitely avoid that…

Okay… now where to shoot… Even as a ghoul, it’s scales won’t break under bullet fire… Eyes.

Carefully I peaked out from my cover and with luck, shot several rounds into it’s pitch black left eye. It popped with a gush of black slime and iker that hit the ground with wet plops.

It roared, turning to look for me with it’s remaining eye but I already was running around the back.

It breathed out that pitch black flame breath as I got to the other side of it, taking my shot and hitting five rounds into its remaining eye.

With the same sickening pop it roared as it was not breathing out it’s deadly fire in all directions.

I ran back around and behind it. To my surprise there was a dead Enclave in armor who still seemed to have a bandalear of plasma grenades on them. Useful.

“Alright, Grenades…and a lot of them…” I muttered, already thinking of where I could throw these thing’ into the dragon to make sure it stays dead.

Taking the bandoleer I began climbing up the ghoul dragons back and over the debris. I got myself into position. It reared it’s head back, ready to breath fire into the air. I pulled the pins off the plasma grenades and threw the whole thing into it’s eyeless socket and ran back down like hell.

The explosion turned everything green for a moment before eventually it stopped. Walking back around the Dragon’s head was now half missing…

Holy shit I killed it! Like, actually killed it! I half expected that not to work!

“Good job.” Pain said, appearing next to me and making me jump.

“Don’t…do that!” I panted. “So…why all this?”

“For that.” He pointed at what was left of its jaw. I noticed something… wedged in there.

“I…didn’t see that before…” I frowned, trotting over to see what was wedged in it’s jaw.

It took some effort but I managed to eventually pry it out of its place. It was a book… it reminded me a lot of the one Teddy Dunwitch had, but… this was different… “That is the Equis Tomb of the Dead Spellcraft Volume 13.” Pain said.

“I…don’t like the fact that this is Volume 13…” I frowned. “So…why would I need a Necromancy Book?”

“Because otherwise you won’t be winning against Teddy with his book.” Pain stated. She then took the book from me and put a hand to it. “Yes it’s me. Yes you’re gonna serve this ghoul. No you can’t. No. No. Also no. Because otherwise I will replace you.” Pain said, speaking to… whatever was in or talked through the book. “You know I will… Good.” She then gave the book back to me. “Congratulations Soft Spot, you’re gonna be a Necromancer.”

“Uh…cool.” I said, gently taking the book. “So uh…what was that about?”

“Just telling the Eldritch entity in the book to not corrupt or torment you and break your mind, will and spirit to turn you into some monster.” She said. “Now he’ll just teach you the stuff and spells without the corruption.”

“Well…that’s cool.” I nodded.

”I’m not exactly happy about it…”

“You think being scolded like a child is bad? Try learning that existence is much bigger and grander out of nowhere when you’re just struggling to be a father.” I huffed at the book.

”Mortals…” The voice of the book huffed.

“Well, good luck and later. Expect more weirdness and crazy in the near future.” Pain said, vanishing as she spun on the heel of her foot.

“Fantastic…” I groaned. “Alright you…give me a name that I could speak and not cause some extra dimensional portal to open.”

”Glosck.” The voice replied.

“Fair enough.” I nodded. “So you’re here to help me deal with, apparently, some asshole from out of town.” I said. “What can you teach me?”

”From another dimension similar to your own but also different. He arrived here as the bombs of his world fell and the entity in his book, having favored him, opened a rift and brought him here. That entity is rather powerful. It and it’s kin have ownership of his world but this one plans on taking over this one to add to their domain.”

“And I’m going to stop the rat bastard.” I nodded. “This place may be shit, but it’s my world damn it.”

”Personally I think it could do with more fire. Maybe some more monstrous abominations. A few pits of wrathful dead.”

I rolled my eyes. “Cause of course you would…” I grumbled.

”I’m an eldritch god, to expect less from me would be idiotic on your part. Now do you want these lesions in necromancy and void arts or not?”

“I would love to learn.” I nodded.

”No you won't. Now, see that dragon ghoul you killed. Lesson one, memory viewing and body modifications. Basically, you’re gonna eat whatever is left of it’s brains and some of it’s flesh.”

“Wow, who knew I would becoming feral.” I chuckled. “And…this is gonna be weird…” I muttered, heading over to the dragon’s head and…ready to do something I really didn’t think I’d ever do.

Now, I’ve eaten brains before. Not pony brains or any intelligent beings brains before. Like Molerat or giant rat brains. Can’t waste anything in the wastes. Now, those were all cooked. Raw, Ghoul, mostly rotten brains…

I really wish my tongue rotted away so I couldn’t taste the foul… horridness.

Against my gag reflex begging me to throw up I swallowed.

In a flash I saw volcanos erupting. Digging deep into the ground, finding gems, eating them. The life of this dragon flashed through my mind. I saw how the book ended up lodged into it’s jaw, having eaten an unfortunate Zebra traveler and the book got stuck in it’s teeth and just sunk into the bone over the years. The bombs. Ghoulifying…

I snapped out of it and shook my head. Woah… that was.. trippy.

"Well…that was weird…"

”That, was the memories of another being. The fresher the brain the more clear and coherent the memories. I just figured the ghoul drake would be a good demonstration. Same thing can happen if you ever eat a soul.”

"That…doesn't sound good…" I said nervously.

"Oh don't be all Morality about it. Souls are great! Flavor varies being to being and they're a great energy booster. Though for you it would probably just make you stronger, fitter, boost this or that. Heck eat enough you could probably not look like a ghoul anymore."

“I’m not an eldritch abomination, so eating a soul sounds worse than…eating brains.” I shuddered.

"Awe. Come on. They're tasty! We can start small. Like a squirrel or rat or something. You won't regret it. It's better than sex on drugs while drunk."

“Holy Tartarus you are desperate.” I frowned.

"Pain said I can't corrupt you but I'm sure as heck going to be a bad influence on you. Gotta make this fun for me in some way."

I rolled my eyes. “Ya know, for something that’s supposed to be ‘beyond mortal feelings’, you sure don’t act like it.”

"Who told you we were beyond mortal feelings and emotions? That's just dumb."

“I don’t know, I think the part where you’re a book on necromancy and telling me to eat souls would be inclined to ignore ‘mortal feelings and emotions’...not to mention you had to have someone much scarier than you threaten you not to corrupt me.” I explained. “But this is my first time dealing with…well, technically your folk, I still barely know half of what’s going on…”

"Don't think about it and just a heads up, your religions are all only like, five percent true at max and all forms of afterlife are actually true. It's all personalized. You could believe the afterlife if an external all you can eat buffet and when you die you get that."

“Huh…that’s cool.” I nodded. “Alright…now the only problem I have is how the hell am I going to explain you to Autumn and Lucky?”

"Well only you can hear me or read my texts so, just keep my physical body hidden or I dunno, someplace they won't look or find."

“Fair enough.” I then put the book in my bag. “This is gonna be a headache and a half…”

"Seven bottles of gore on the wall, seven bottles of gore! Take one down, pass it around! Six bottles of gore on the wall!"

I groaned as Glock hadn't stopped singing for the past… four… hours… why the hell does he sing anyway?! Had he not had a surprisingly good baritone voice I'd have lost whatever sanity I still have left after thirty minutes…

“Can you please stop?” I groaned.

"I'm bored. You're just walking and it's boring."

“Well than you can tell me some stuff either about you or what I’m supposed to be learning.” I huffed.

"I can teach you to make potions."

“What kind of potions?”

"All of them."

“All of them?” I inquired.

"All of them. Potion to become a fish. I know 9.6 billion. Potion to shit gold. 4.2 million. Potion to make your dog immortal. Twelve thousand recipes."

“Well…that’s…quite a lot.”

"I know them all."

“That’s pretty cool…can help at home, and maybe get us some extra Caps…” I hummed.

"If it's money you want then I know 9.9 octillion that can make you rich. It's oddly one of those potions that has a lot of versions and such."

“Well then.” I blinked. “That’ll…help solve a bit of our problems.”

"Potions are my specialty but I know spells, weapon crafting, both magic and normal, but potions are my specialty. The other 12 focus on other things."

“And who are these ‘other twelve’ if I may ask? Considering we have to deal with one of those assholes.”

"The one you need to worry about isn't part of us thirteen. They're their own being from Teddy Dunwitch's home realty."

“Oh boy…” I sighed. “Alright, good to know.” I sighed. “So what can you tell me about the thing we have to deal with?”

"Well I don't know their name but I do know they're a Tier 3 Eldritch God."

“And…how strong and worrying is that?”

"Pretty strong. The Twelve of my siblings and I are all only Tier 7. Power wise he outclasses us all by a lot. But we have the advantage of there being my siblings and I. He Is all alone so at least we have some form of chance."

“Oh…oh dear…” I muttered worriedly. “So…the tier system goes in reverse than?”

"Eh, yes and no. The tier system is weird but basically it more tells an Eldritch beings age and power. The closer to tier one means the older and usually more powerful. There are some exceptions, but usually most of an Eldritch beings power comes from several sources. Souls of followers tricked or willingly following you. Planets we claim as our dominion and the life upon it ours to influence at a whim, and knowledge obtained through years of research, observation, practice and use. The more of each an Eldritch has the stronger they are even if they are younger than the oldest of us."

“That makes sense.” I nodded. “On problem now is…I don’t know where the asshole is, and a lot of the things you can teach me…I doubt we have the materials for…”

"Probably but thankfully you already have access to the best store to buy said supplies in the Realms. But thankfully in terms of non-potion related stuff I can teach you we should be able to find something to use pretty easy to form the artifact."

“The artifact?” I inquired.

"It's a simple magic tool. Goes by many names but basically it lets you, a being normally incapable of pushing your magic outward as Spellcraft, do just that. Almost anything will do really, bracelet, necklace, ring, ear ring, heck even sticks."

“Cool.” I nodded. “That’ll help out immensely.”

"I'd recommend looking for a necklace or ring. Preferably gold or platinum. Those make powerful conductors for the magic."

Hmm… I know I've seen some old world jewelry around. I usually ignored it. Most ponies these days only pay a few caps for them and usually only for the gems or to melt the metals down and make fancy looking bullets.

I think I remember seeing an old jewelry store on the way here? Was in a half destroyed little strip mall over a subway entrance.

“Well, I think I know a good place to start.” I said, trotting off to that old jewelry store. “Would certainly be a good place to start cause we’ll need some of the materials.”

It was a fair walk towards the old strip mall. The jewelry store stood boarded up and beat up but still standing.

I pulled the boards off, it's two hundred years old wood, it's not like it's gonna hold or be sturdy after all this time.

Once in I looked around, the displays were caked with dust And grime. With a hoof I wiped away enough of the layers to see the jewelry inside. Lightly dusty but all still there.

Okay, gold and platinum work best… hm… I only need the one for myself but maybe I can also make something else with these?

“Is there anything else we’ll need platinum and gold for?”

"All kinda of things. While Enchantments aren't my specialty, I know enough that most jewelry, weapons or clothes can hold them and provide you some assistance."

“That’s good to know.” I nodded. “So best to just…take all of this and be ready for whatever the hell we need to make.”

"Yeah but first you should probably get up something to become your magical conductor. That necklace looks fine."

I looked back in the case, seeing a platinum necklace with a yellow gemstone in the center of the pendent. Pre-war value was 4,000 bits.

I walked around back, opening the display case and took it out.

"Now pull my body out of your bags and open to a random page."

“Alright…that sounded weird.” I said, pulling out the book and flipping it open to a random page like he said.

Immediately the texts shifted and changed until they formed circles within circles made of symbols and letters I didn't understand.

"Now place it in the center of the circle and I'll take care of the rest."

“Alright…” I said, carefully putting the platinum necklace into the circle and trying to not think of what I’m seeing too hard.

The texts all glowed a sickly greenish black as tendrils of shadows covered the necklace. Faint voices coming from the air got louder and louder until it all abruptly ended. The necklace looking rather clean and polished now and the pages blank.

"And done. Now put it on and put my body away. For now anyway."

“Right…” I gently took the necklace and put it on and put the book away. “This is…still gonna need some getting used to…”

"Now, when using necromancy or eldritch or void magics the artifact will draw mana from me for you to use. When using normal Equestrian magic it will draw mana from you. Now normally this would take time to learn and utilize the spell, but you've got me here and I have a shortcut."

My head hurt like something was carving right into my brain. Knowledge and information about magic basics and equations was printed into my memory and finally a spell. Telekinesis.

When it was done I was holding my head… Fuck. Last time my head hurt this bad was after my first ever hangover…

“Ugh…” I groaned. “Worst…hangover…ever…”

"There. That's the basics of Equestrian magic and a spell. To use it, remember the basics, the spell in question and tap your artifact to begin."

“Alright…” I said, seeing a small can off to the side and deciding to use a simple levitation spell, focusing on the basics, the levitation in question, and I tapped my artifact to try and levitate said can.

To my surprise it worked quickly. The necklace, my hoof and the can all with a radiation green glow as the can floated up and over to me. With but a thought I could make it move up, down, in circles… heh, this is cool!

“This is really cool.” I said with a giant smile, not really caring if I was messing around like a foal just learning how to do basic magic this was great!

"I suppose it would be given you've never had access to spells before."

“True.” I chuckled. “Man, Autumn is gonna flip when she see’s this.”

"You're actually going to show her?"

“Well…” I thought for a moment. “I…probably should show her at least this…” I said, tapping my new necklace. “But…I can’t show her everything…”

"Fair. Could say you found it. Lot of old relics and artifacts we made are still around I think? Some are more recent cause of this one crazy mare Volume 2, Vulziltha, had as an 'owner' for a while. Made a bunch of stuff using soul magic. Ended up splitting up her own soul into fragments to make gifts for her friends and such."

“That seems a tad heartwarming all things considered.” I said. “Though…losing your soul like that doesn’t sound pleasant.”

"It's an extremely painful process that feels like being cut into multiple pieces alive. Which, technically you are. To make it worse while her body is dead her bound soul pieces are aware and conscious the whole time and her one unbound fragment is stuck in Purgatory as only a whole soul can enter one of the afterlifes. On top of that she's in multiple places at once and aware of all of them at the same time. She's most likely insane already."

“Well that sucks.” I frowned.

"Eh. That's soul magic. Very tricky stuff. Anyway, now that you have a means to use magic and the spells with it, it's time to work on gathering my siblings."

“Know where they are?” I inquired.

"Sorta. I get this kinda pull like feeling when it comes to them. I know the direction they're in just not how far."

“Fair enough.” I nodded. “Gonna have to put that on the list…of the ever growing list…”

"And what pray tell is on this list above finding my siblings?"

“Taking care of Autumn and Angel, making sure whatever the fuck Pain is doing doesn’t crack the planet in half…do whatever job’s Shopkeep want’s me to do…” I answered. “Fuck…” I sighed.

"If reproduction is that important then I also know some potions for that."

What? Oh, oh, woops!

“Not that kind!” I shook my head. “I was saying that because of all the shit I have to do, not literally reproduce…plus I’m a ghoul, things don’t work down there.”

"I know potions that can fix that."

“Oh my Celestia…” I grumbled.

"Oh don't be surprised. I told you, my specialty is potions. I know how to brew and make any and every potion in the realms. Trust me, there is a potion for pretty much everything."

“I’m not surprised…” I frowned. “This is gonna be annoying but…hopefully it’ll bring about a better future.”

"You might wanna run faster!" Shopkeeper called out as I was being chased down by crazy cyborg dinosaurs on some other world because my job was to take one of their eggs.

“I’m trying!” I shouted, running as fast as I could to get away from the cyborg dinosaurs.

I was just lucky they weren't massive otherwise I'd probably be really screwed- OUCH!

I shook off the tiny cyber dino from my hind leg and jumped back through the portal that closed right before they followed me through.

Shopkeeper picked up the metal egg. "Cool." He said, dropping me a bag with seven thousand caps.

“Ugh…why the fuck did you want a metal dino egg?” I panted.

"I didn't want it. You need to complete jobs for me to give you money." Shopkeeper stated.

“Ugh…” I groaned. “Fine, whatever…but seven thousand…cool.”

"And more to be earned." He said, tossing the metal egg over his shoulder and into the endless white void sky. "So, ready for the second job?"

“What’s the second job?” I asked.

"Stealing a crown."

I put my hooves on my eyes and took a deep breath. “What kinda crown?” I asked carefully.

"Rat King crown."

“And how the hell am I supposed to get the Rat King Crown?”

"Steal it while he sleeps. Kill him. I dunno, but the job pays fifteen thousand caps."

I choked on air.

“Excuse me what!?!” I asked incredulously. “That’s an asston of caps!”

Shopkeeper shrugged. "Crowns valuable."

“Uh…right.” I said slowly. “So…off I go to grab a crown…”

Shopkeeper opened another portal and I got up and jumped through.

The other side smelled like thick, heavy moisture and old settled piss staining the ground.

Looking around I was in some stone hallway. Old paintings were so weathered and rotten that mostly it was just the frames left and the stone walls were covered in scratches.

“Well…this is a…cheery place…” I frowned.

I ignored the smell and walked down the hall. The first room was what was once probably an impressive dining room. Not the table was broken, bones and dead animals littered the room and rats ran around the ground in a swarm so huge I thought it was a moving carpet for a moment.

"Good lord…" I muttered. "Kinda hate that I'm a ghoul…rats enjoy eating dead things…"

I quickly moved on from that room. Other rooms I found were in similar states. All in ruins and filled with rats.

I eventually found what must have been the throne room. Rats, massive ones were all over the place. In the back on a throne of stone and rotten cloth sat a skeleton of some bipedal creature, and on it's head was a crown made from rat bones and skulls.

“Alright…this should be simple enough…” I muttered, walking carefully to the skeleton.

As I walked I noticed more and more of the large rats in this room stopped and were looking at me. By the time I reached the throne every single one was still, their eyes looking at me as if observing and judging.

“Your King has laid dead for a long time…” I said carefully, not really sure if this was either going to piss off every single rat here or…me magically becoming rat king. “Just…gonna…” I muttered, carefully reaching up to the crown to try and grab it.

Once I lifted the crown off the skeleton and brought it closer to me, a boney hand wrapped itself tightly around my neck. I looked up, the Skeleton's eyes filled with a glowing blue fire.

"You dare steal from a king?" It asked as it stood, still gripping me by my neck and lifting me off my hooves. "Such a serious offense. Care to explain?" They asked, dropping me as I could breathe… well, I don't really need to breathe but still…

“Alright…first, sorry. I really should have assumed you’re undead like me…” I sighed. “And two…well, I have a job from someone a lot higher up than for your crown…and listen, I’m already not happy having had to steal an egg from Cyborg Dinosaurs, I really don’t want to fight here…”

"You speak words but it's all of nonsense. You are either a mad man or trying to play me a fool." The Rat King said as he picked his crown up off the ground and put it back atop his head. "Normally, I'd have my subjects devour you flesh and bones, but you seem to be a form of Kin to myself. Interesting." They said, kneeling down and looking at me at eye level. "What manner of creature are you?"

“You call me a ‘mad man’, when you’re a skeleton ruling over rats talking to a earth pony radiation ghoul…I think we’ve both gone mad.” I chuckled. “But as I said, I’m an Earth Pony from…another world, and I’m a Ghoul, born from…Radiation.”

"Hm. I see. This Radiation, it's a form of Necromancy?" He asked, tugging at one of my ears.

“Um…well, Radiation in general isn’t Necromantic…but the bombs used were.” I said nervously.

"I see. And you say you come from another world. One far beyond this one?" He asked, tugging at my other ear now.

“Yes…and also I can feel that.” I said, my ear lightly flicking at the tugging.

"Fascinating." He said. "Can you smell? Taste?"

“I have all my senses.” I answered. “Also, I will point out that my boss is…like, very high up on the importance scale.”

"My good man, you stand with the Royalty of Necropia! Who could be more important than the King of Rats, fourth king of the world of the Undead?"

“An All Maker?” I brought up nervously. “If you’ve…ever heard of them?”

"All Makers? Are they not just legends from the time when the heart of this planet still beat?" The Rat King asked.

“No idea.” I shrugged. “All I know is that my boss, Shopkeeper, has been scaring a lot of people with how eager he is…I mean, I also met Pain who thought throwing a Ghoul Dragon at me was cool…” I frowned. “And then I met a tiny fluff potato of a wolf…they were adorable.”

"Hmm. Do you have proof of these claims?"

“Give me your crown and a portal should open up to prove it.” I said simply. “Unless your crown is magic and…intrinsic to your very being…please tell me it’s just a fancy headdress I’d rather not have a world go to crap…”

"This?" He asked, pointing to the crown on his head. "It's more symbolic of my authority but does allow me resistance to the dreaded light of the Champions of Life." He stated simply.

“Alright cool, I’m pretty sure you can make another one…or…maybe I can make another one?” I said with some thought. “Um…well, either way, I need your crown for a job for Shopkeeper.”

"Hm. Alright. I can humor the thought. But only because you are strangely adorable." He said, poking my nose with his boney finger before taking his crown off and handing it to me.

I took it, and a portal opened behind me.

“Got it!” I called out, walking over to the portal. “See? Proof my king of rats.”

"By the decay…" The Rat King said in awe, following me through it. He looked around in amazement, his eye sockets falling on Shopkeeper as he arrived.

"Hey Soft Spot. You got the Crown and the King." He said, motioning to the skeleton being.

“Well, he wanted to know if I wasn’t lying or gone completely mad…and I proved one of those things.” I chuckled.

"By the decay the All Makers are real." The Rat King said.

"Yeah. Hey." Shopkeeper said, giving the skeleton man a wave. "Anyway, I'll take that." He said, taking the crown and dropping a huge bag of caps in front of me.

“Thank you.” I nodded. “So uh…what about our resident King here?”

"It would be an honor to serve under the ancient Makers of the universe." The Rat King said, bowing to Shopkeeper.

"Eh. Follow him around." Shopkeeper said.

Wait what?

"I shall, until the infernal Gods of life corrupt my form and force by bones into flesh and a heart beats in my chest." The Rat King said.

“Uh…what?” I asked.

"What? Lot of these solo jobs seem to be a lot for you so, now you got help." Shopkeeper shrugged.

“Well…that is good.” I nodded. “The more the merrier I suppose.”

I did a few more jobs and Rat King was… honestly… terrifying.

One world I needed to kill some cultists. He had his rats eat them alive.

Another, was looking for some special plants. He had his rats pick the Continent clean.

All in all… it's great! Might actually have some hope after all l. Especially if he can help me deal with Teddy Dunwitch.