Huh. Nobody came. Eh, fuck it I'll go alone. But the Queens wanted me to join them for dinner before I go. But while I'm going there, some guy is running from a guard. I raise my arm and.. *Shing!* *Shlick* His body hits the ground, while his head rolls for a few meters. I just keep walking like nothing happened, my Gauntlet blade, a 2-foot hunk of tegn, retracts. After a minute, I make it to the dining room. It's literally a 9-meter table. Despite its length, it has only 4 legs. They're already sitting down. "Sit...there." Daybreaker says, pointing to a spot at the middle of the table. I go around to it, and sit down. The table is noticeably sagging. Fuck. Well, this'll be slightly amusing. I rest my arms on the table...

"So, what-" *SNAP!!* *Crash* *Glass Shattering* The table broke down the middle, and everything fell off. I feel bad for who ever has to clean this mess up. But I continue unfazed, with a 'You have to be fucking kidding me' face. "So...What do you need to tell me?"

"On the way, you'll meet our...third sister." Daybreaker told me. Wait, third? I get up and walk out, but just as I open the door... "Wait! What's your stamina? Like, sexually?" What kind of question's that?

"Uhh....like, 6 days." I answer. Don't ask why they put that in. So, after another hour of pondering existence, I leave.....

------Somewhere along the way...

Well, I found a house. I think this is the place in which the 'Third Sister' lives. Hopefully I can last longer than her if it gets to that. *Knock, Knock, Knock*...... "Coming!" Yep. I'm fucked. Literally. Oh shit, the door's opening. "Sorry, come back tomorro-" She's completely shocked. 40 seconds pass. "What. The fuck. Are you?" Well, there's the question.

"I'm a cybernetically enhanced changeling. Courtesy of the Technopawns. I was sent by Queens Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon to stop an attack on a section of the Wall. She told me I'd meet their third sister along the way, and I'm assuming you're the third sister?" Well, she asked.

"Yes. I'm Wet Nightmare! Who are you, or do you just want to do it?" She tells me, gesturing in to the house.

"I'm Moral Sword, and I'm not here to do that. My mission is of the upmost importance." I lean in close to Wet's ear. "If I do this, I'll probably get laid. By Daybreaker."

"Ooh! I'm coming too! Let me get my stuff!" Yeah sure, she can come with me. After 5 minutes, she comes back...out... "Well? You like?" She's wearing what can only be described as an armored badlands maid outfit. In which I mean it covers more. And of fucking course she has a whip. Wait....Oh my fucking god, her mane is made of...that and it's dripping everywhere.

"Eh. I literally don't have a sex drive. Do you have a projectile weapon. That's not organic?" Guess why I added that last part.

"Oh. What a shame. Uh, yeah! I have a Chavolver I got from a friend I actually haven't bedded yet. He's nice."

"Good to know."

"...."

"Let's get going. We have Diamond Dogs to kill." And so began, my first quest.

Author's Note

Oh, yeah. Wet Nightmare is nightmare molestia. Why did I put her in there? Because I can do whatever I fuckin' want.