Pat's Holiday Special

“That was... insanely intense…” Redshirt said simply, a dead look in his eyes as they walked outside of the ruined school. He was covered in blood, wounded and almost all of his friends were dead… thanks to the power that is science, he had somehow survived the night's ordeal.

“Shame the survivors in the bathroom were... well, mutilated.” Grey Knight continued as he remembered the sight of the few cowards who escaped the fight that had been brutalized by the witches. Like Red he too survived the night, unlike the nurd he thanks the Emperor for this divine intervention much to Red's annoyance. Shaking the horrific memories of his recently deceased waifu, Red gave a look at the armored man who gave him comfort when Pat failed to deliver. The Star Trek lover was a small, pacifistic sciency man and Grey was a massive, muscular zealot with the fury of the Emperor flowing through his veins...

And he was everything Red wanted and more.

“Come on, we can go back to my place and I can patch you up.” Red offered with a smile as Grey smiled fondly at him ,and carried him bridal style off into the sunset while ignoring the stares from the diseased peasants bordering the pothole littered road. Grey was soon gonna lay waste to Red’s Neutral Zone with his Power Sword.