Great as always!

I AM COMPLETE ONCE MORE

you should have had him have his metal arm

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Yeeeesssssss...
Instant favorite.
If this is a new Ash(the established rebirth thing from the last story) or a student of Ash (???) I will lose it.(in a good way)

P.S. Yay, more.

I freaking love the story good job man good job

Can we get some fan art about this story and the other story

By Diann I hate patrol

*Dainn

spotted that little one twice in this chap. I am pretty sure his name is not "Diann"

I tried reading the first story but it hurt. I skipped to this hoping for better, and while you improved greatly, it still leaves a lot to be desired. It still seems rushed, the reactions still seem too forced or fake, or there just aren't any to begin with. The grammar still makes me hurt on the inside as well. I'm not going to stop reading though, the improvement is obvious, and I can read it without making a conscious effort to stop cringing. Usually.

IT'S NOT OVER!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR LIFE!!!!!😁😁😁😁😁

say i wonder if he regains his normal look and becomes less and less of a skeleton every time he makes someone rot and turn to dust like he did that one other dude

You know if you think of it as a game it makes more sense

Not long after, Daring felt something land on her lap. When she opened her eyes to look, she saw some of the caribou's clothing and some of it had some blood on it. When she looked at the figure she saw it was lighting a lantern before it picked it up and walked out of the room. Daring sat there spellbound before she quickly put on the clothes provided for her and ran after the figure. She ran into the next room and saw the bodies of the dead caribou. All of them looked like they were attacked by a wild animal that was out for vengeance. Daring then ran out of the crypt and saw the caribou campsite was in ruins. Torn tents, wrecked equipment and dead caribou everywhere. Daring then saw a moving shadow in a tent and went over to it. When she looked inside she saw her savior had its hood and mask off, revealing a dog like head. The head was covered in grey and wild looking fur making the dog look savage like. The dog was gazing into a mirror strangely, almost as if it was looking at its face for the first time.

First off use commas more 2nd she walks into the tent and sees he has his good or mask off either one he snaps around and he just has a fucking derpy ass dog ass with his tounge hanging out

That was like a scene from the Mummy.

I don't know quite what this says about mental health, but I wish there was a game not unlike doom, where I could just mercilessly murder Caribou in the most gruesome fashion possible.

I've rarely read a story that makes me so angry as this one does. Not from terrible writing mind you, (though it could use a lot of improvement), but because topics such as these awaken bad memories within me, in relation to something that happened to a close family member. I remember the rage I felt back then, and reading this makes me feel the same. Color me intrigued, I'll keep reading onwards.

I hope King Dianne is set aflame and hung by his cock from the tallest spires of Canterlot, as the crows pick away at his flesh.

So, all in all, props on making me so angry. If that's the tone you were going for, great job! Now, I need to hit the bag for a bit before I break something.

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Sorry your so angry and also I apologise if I opened any old wounds.

Ah, the good ol "Brutally fuck up the Caribou" kind of story...... you have my utmost attention.

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And I wish we could join in riping the caribo to shreds