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January 23: The legend is born

*poke*

I let out a groan.

*poke poke*
"Come on Cass, wake up."

"Go away Myst; I'm tryin' to sleep."

*poke poke*
"You told me we were going to do some training."

I cracked open my eye and quickly opened my menu, "at six in the damn morning!? Go bother Phoenix or something."

"I tried," I heard Myst say as I slammed my eyes back shut, "he threw a fireball at me."

I chuckled, "Yeah, totally sounds like him." Phoenix was the antithesis of a morning person.

*poke*

"You're not going to stop are you?"

*poke*

"Nope."

I sighed, "You better have a damn good bribe lined up."

"I'll buy breakfast."

Damn, that's a good one. "Will there be coffee?" That was the one thing necessary for my brain to function before noon.

"Probably."

My stomach grumbled as if to support his point. Damn traitor, I thought you were on my side. "Fine," I groaned, "just give me a sec."

.....

"I swear to God if there's no coffee there, I'm going to shove my gun where the sun don't shine and give you a bayonet prostate exam," I grumbled as I shuffled along like a zombie as we made our way down the street.

Sadly, the inn that we rented our rooms at didn't sell any form of food. But luckily for Myst's hindquarters, he had suggested that we try Sugarcube Corner.

Myst laughed nervously, "you wouldn't do that would you?"

I just gave him a flat look that screamed 'try me'. Like Phoenix, I was not a morning person... Just less severe than him.

As we continued to make our way to the bakery, I began to notice a few things despite my brain not running on all pistons. There were a few other players up at this god forsaken hour; most of them were shuffling about much like I was, probably in search of the black nectar of the gods. Aside from that, the atmosphere around town seemed... somber; a far cry from the happy go luckiness of yesterday.

I frowned; yesterday seemed like it should have just been a bad dream. That I should have woken up earlier back in my apartment, laughed it off and gone about my day. But sadly that was not the case. We were stuck here; we could die here. I might never see my family again. My heart sank at this. I might never get to see my nephew Kyler go to his first day of school, hug Mema or eat her amazing barbecue. Oh god, I won't be able to eat meat; that's heresy to a Texa-

I felt someone place a hoof on my shoulder; looking over I saw that it was Myst. He gave me a sympathetic smile, "Cass, we're all feeling the same way," and he then hugged me.

I couldn't help but freeze up, "ummm Myst, what the hell are doing?!"

He broke the hug as if I backhanded him, "I... You.... You looked like you needed a hug," he gave me an awkward smile.

"If you speak a single word of this to Phoenix, that prostate examination will become a reality," and I gave him a quick hug back.

When we arrived at Sugarcube Corner, a message appeared in front of me.

MystRyder has sent you a gift.
-Accept
-Decline

"It's the bits for breakfast," he informed me as I tapped accept and received ten bits. When we stepped inside, the bakery was basically abandoned except for a NPC behind the counter. I was happy that there was none of the mane six in this game; Pinkie would have just gotten on my nerves. There was a time and place for her cocaine-esque hyperactiveness and now was most definitely not the time.

"Why hello there my fine young stallions," the NPC beamed as we trotted up to the counter.

"Do you have coffee?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

The NPC chuckled, "not much of a morning pony I see?"

I nodded as I began sifting through his inventory, heading immediately towards the drinks. My perpetual frown was replaced with a smile when I saw the divine nectar of the gods I was longing for and only for one bit too!

After buying myself two cups, I started looking through the food. Flapjacks... Nah; oatmeal... Not unless it's brown sugar; oats.... God no; fruit... Nah.

It was on the next item that the angelic choir began playing as I let out a squee filled giggle of delight, "yes yes yes yes yes!" It was there; that glorious meal that was as much a staple of my diet as beans and cornbread was though far less stinky. The breakfast that I couldn't live without: Biscuits and gravy.

Quickly buying the food, it materialized next to my coffee on a tray. But this left me with a new question: how the hell do I get this to a table without hands? "Hey Myst, any clu- Well, that answers that question," I said as I saw him bite down on the rim of his tray and began to make his way over to a table.

"Okay, you can do this," I muttered before biting into the tray. I'm are not going to spill all this painfully hot coffee all over myself. Such an incident would be extremely painful and a was-

"You going to hurry up and start eating?"

Myst's voiced knocked me out of my trance, causing all the tray to slip. And all the coffee to splash directly on my face.

The resulting scream screaming probably woke up half the town as I immediately dropped to the ground, screaming every swear under the sun that I knew of.

"That lasted nearly five minutes," Myst stated, a concerned look on his face, "I'm both impressed and disturbed."

I just glared at him, "This is why I don't get up early." After the whole incident, we had decided to simply skip breakfast and just get straight to training.

"Well, what's the plan Cass?" Myst asked as we trotted towards the edge of town, heading towards the Everfree.

"First off, we what is your equipment?"

"Crossbow and a sword." Okay, so long range and close up. That should make this training rather simple; just go aggro some ground based monsters and let him deal with it.

"Okay, I have a plan," I told him, "how good are you at flying?"

"F-flying?"

"Yeah flying," I deadpanned, flaring out my own. "We're pegasi, that's kinda what we do."

"I... I don't know how to fly."

The resulting facehoof could be heard heard 'round the world. "This just got far more interesting," I muttered to myself before turning to Myst, "open your inventory," I ordered.

He did as I ask.

"That's your flying manual. You got five minutes." I grinned; time to prepare Sergeant Dornan.

"Are you a bird or a maggot, maggot!"

"What??"

"I said: are you a bird or a maggot, maggot!"

"What?"

"Do they speak what where you're from?"

"I'm from Canada sir!"

"I'm not a sir! I work for a living; you will address me as Cassius!"

"Yes sir Cassius Sir!"

"Now answer the damn question...Maggot!"

"I'm a bird sir!"

"Thats right maggot! Now drop and give me fifty wing ups!"

"Sir yes sir!" Myst yelled and dropped down, doing the exercises.

I couldn't help but smirk at my now exercising compatriot. Damn if I wasn't good at yelling at people. If I wasn't such a nerd, I could see myself being a drill instructor. I rubbed my throat; though it does tend to screw my throat over rather badly.

After watching Myst do twenty wing-ups, I sighed. "You can stop now man," I said, my voice sounding really raspy. Damn, was it possible to blow out your voice box in this game?

Myst collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily, "y-you sure you aren't a marine?"

I shook my head, a shit eating grin on my face, "nope, just a 23 year old getting a degree for graphic design. Though don't expect anymore of that for a few days unless you want my vocal cords to explode."

Myst frowned, as he got to his hooves, "damn, I was hoping for a way to get back at Phoenix for that fireball."

"I've tried it before back home and it didn't work," I chuckled to myself at the memories, "let's just say that he has one hell of a throwing arm and bibles hurt like hell."

"Well, what's the plan for me, Drill Sergeant Cassius?"

"You're going to take out some mobs," I said simply, "equip your crossbow and follow me," and with that, I took to the skies.

......

"I got some targets for ya!" I hollered as I as I sprinted into the clearing that Myst was waiting in, four timberwolves hot on my hooves. My plan was basically the same as the one yesterday except Myst was in my place while I was the bait.

Looking up, I saw him hovering about ten feet off the ground, crossbow armed and waiting. Taking to the sky, I flew up next to him as the wolves began to circle below us like sharks.

"There was five but he got a little too close for comfort," I panted, gesturing to my health bar which was now down an eighth. Myst simply shrugged as he took aim and fired at the weakest of the pack; it exploded into blue code as his bolt struck it in the head.

A few minutes later, as the last wolf burst into code, a message box appeared in front of Myst, "Woo! Level three!"

"Well, I'd call that a good training session." Can't have Myst being weaker than me and Phoenix would only hold our little group back.

"Let's get back to Phoenix; I think he might be awake by now."

"Astartes?"

"Nope, that's been taken," I shook my head. When we arrived back at the inn, we Phoenix up and waiting for us.

"Cadian?"

Nada.

"Armageddon?"

"Taken."

"Custodes?"

I gave Phoenix a look, "We are not janitors with submarine heads," I said bluntly before turning to Myst, "Any ideas for a group name Myst?"

"Names huh? Um... Trine, Crest, Curried Chicken, Valley Forge, Spearhead, Chicken Wings, Adamant... Noble Aspirations, Blue Moon, Timberwolf, Fried Chicken, Bound Destiny, Quasar, Brave Fools, Living Cowards, Invincible Idiots..."

Both me and Phoenix turned to our canadian friend, "What's with all the chicken based names?"

'"I miss chicken..." he pouted.

"We've only been here one day," Phoenix said flatly.

"Well, I kinda like the Invincible Idiots," I spoke up and typed it in the group creator, "Bullocks, it has to be one word."

As we all sat around thinking up new one word team names; Phoenix mostly thinking of stuff related to Warhammer and Myst spouting out more chicken related things. My own thoughts traveled elsewhere; our group consisted of a firebug obsessed with the far future, a noob who nearly got killed because he had no idea how to equip his weapon, and myself. I laughed a little; it was almost like the old Bad Company gam-

"THATS IT!" I cheered as the eureka moment hit me.

"What's it?"

"The misfits; that'll be our name! I mean look at it: we are the three guys you'd never expect to be able to work together."

"I dunno," Phoenix frowned, "sounds kinda insulting...."

"I think it's got a nice ring to it," Myst said backing me up.

"Sorry mi amigo, majority rules," I said as I typed in the name on the group creator. Soon, messages appeared in front of Phoenix and Myst.

Cassius01 has invited you to join Team Misfits.
-Accept
-Decline

They both tapped yes and I got a message.

Wicked_Phoenix and MystRyder have joined Team Misfits.

"We may not be the heroes Gotham wanted but we're the ones they got at the dollar store."

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1020853 #1 · Mar 2nd, 2015 · · ·

"I've tried it before back home and it didn't work," I chuckled to myself at the memories, "let's just say that he has one hell of a throwing arm and bibles hurt like hell."

god damn it blue