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// Pilot 
// Story: Journal of a Conquering Sorcerer 
// by Dragonlover553 
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Day 0:
Hello Journal. I'm Jake, your owner and writer. I'm keeping you so that I don't have to keep all these memories solely to myself. Being an evil sorcerer in command of anthropomorphic dogs is exhausting enough already. Now, let me tell you how this whole mess go started.


Jakes's POV
It was Halloween day. I was currently planning for a costume party hosted by my friend. I was planning to go as a warlock - king. I had put the entire costume together from scratch. Well, not exactly. More, I took pieces from other costumes, mixed them, and added my own touches. I had the Grimm Reaper's cloak,  a warlock's staff, a belt I found laying around, the armor of the black knight, two AC hidden blades, some magic-looking rings, things like that. It came complete with a book that would serve as my fake grimoire- a magician's personal spell book and journal, and a pen. I had bought a custom evil overlord crown/helmet. It even covered my face. Why you ask? Because evil overlords that show their faces are wimps, that's why! I was at a pawn shop so I could put the finishing touches on. That's when I say it. The amulet. I don't know how or why, but it caught my eye. It seemed magical enough, and it just radiated evil. I could say it gives my character control over unicorns. I though. Who would dare challenge an evil warlock king with an army of hostages? I picked it up and brought it to the cashier. "Hey man, how much for this?" I asked the employee. 
"Hmm" said the man thoughtfully. "Well, we just found it on the side of the road." He said. "And the electricity keeps shorting out near it." He considered. "Soooo... how bout $20?" 
"Fifteen."
"Seventeen."
"Sixteen fifty."
"Deal." I paid the man and left for home with the amulet. The instant I got back to my apartment, my phone's alarm went off. I had set it earlier so that I'd have enough time to get my costume on and not be late to the party. "Aw come on." I said. "Can't you give me a minute?"  The phone replied by continuing to ring. So dismissed the alarm, and went to put it on. The all black underclothes first, then the armor, then the belt with book and pen, then the helmet, then finally my black leather boots..and finally my trench coat. It was cold outside, I'd take it off once I got there. I picked up the staff then realized I was forgetting something. The amulet. I thought. Forgot about that. I picked it up, and hung it on my neck. I was having trouble locking the clamp on the back, when out of nowhere, it moved itself into place and locked. Suddenly, I knew what it was. Magic. My instincts had told me. When you see real magic up close, close enough to touch it, for the first time, you'll know it. My body quacked in fear. Fear, but not disbelief. As I quacked in fear, my light bulbs suddenly burnt out. All around the apartment, the electronics malfunctioned, burnt out and let off a small amount of smoke. At the exact same time. All of them. From the freezer to the lamps to the TV to the computer to the smoke detector. Everything. Then the building itself began to shake, as thought an earthquake was happening. "What the fuck!?" I shouted. As if the madness levels weren't high enough, suddenly, a black hole suddenly opened just a few feet away from me, and began sucking me- but nothing else- toward it. "What the fuck?!!?" I shouted again.
"KEEP IT DOWN!!" shouted that asshole from the next apartment over(every building's go it's resident asshole. Like every boom town had it's resident old coot. It just sort of happend). "I'M TRYING TO GET THE TV BACK ON!!"I didn't have time to consider the implications of his response because regrettably, that was the last thing I heard on Planet Earth.



Day 1:
I woke up in a forest with three anthropomorphic dogs trying to pick me up and take me as a slave. Fortunately for me, they weren't subtle nor gentle, so they woke me up. I pulled out by blades, which were somehow turned into real blades, and dropped into a deadly-looking stance. And thanks to the stance blades, and my perfect poker face, AKA my helmet, they immediately assumed I was a highly skilled warrior and quickly surrendered. That's when I noticed my costume had suddenly become real. Real steel helmet, armor and blades, real wooden rune-carved staff, real robe. Anyway, after they surrendered, they swore loyalty to me, naming me their new alpha. Moments later, we were attacked by what my new minions(whose names turned out to be Rough, Tough, and Carl) called "Timber wolves"(terrible pun, really). About 20 of them. Thinking on my feet, and hopping I could use magic, I tried a spirit arrow, something I had seen online on a "Learn Magic Spells" site. A magician held their pointer and middle finger in a "V", concentrated their energy on the point the two fingers converge, then pushed them together. Imagine my surprise when an arrow of black light shot from my fingertips and hit the wolves, who exploded. Clinging to my sanity, I fired arrow after arrow at the wolves. However, I knew I couldn't keep it up. It was far too draining. I had killed about 15 of the wolves when I saw them begin to reform from the splinters. Honestly, my first thoughts were Shit,Crap,We're fucked. Not necessarily in that order. I realized that if I wanted to live I'd need some bigger magic. Some kind of fire. Since going with my gut had worked so far, I went with it again and shouted some indistinct incantation. I don't know what it was or where it came from, but it worked. I think it was in Latin, and just like that, jets black flames shot from my hands, like fire hoses, consuming the wolves. I know that if I left the fire alone it would burn down the entire forest. I couldn't let that happen. So I shouted something else, another incantation. And just like that, the fires went out, and it all faded to black.