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Muggonny


Use words wisly, for they are limited ~ Legacy [02:10]

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This story is a sequel to Pink Scorch


Second entry into the Pink Scorch series. Reading the first story isn't required.

After being confronted by the ancient demon lord Rakasha, Pink Scorch embarks on a quest to acquire demon souls for $6.50 (no take-backs).

As an aside, there's also this really cool band called Underlord trying to summon a primordial god through ritualistic rock concerts. Sounds spicy.


Special thanks to semillon, NorristhePony, Soaring, and Petrichord for prereading/editing!

New chapter every 2 weeks.

Chapters (3)
Comments ( 14 )

A strong and surprisingly heavy opener! Something tells me there won't be much in the way of breaks...

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Sounds a bit like the beginning of Brütal Legend.:unsuresweetie:

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Yeah, I see it. Both stories deal with demons and bands, but both are very different in premise and execution. I'd say they're waaaay different in execution.

Finally some good fucking capeshit

Like, what the heck is the correct portion size to use in a burrito? Seriously, she goes to Chick-Fill-Y all the time where they make the burritos right in front of her, yet somehow when she makes them at home they turn out a globtuous mess! Every time she watches the employees at Chick-Fill-Y make one, they take a dapple, and only a dapple (like, a quarter of the tortilla’s actual size) of whatever product she wants on it, and it somehow turns out perfect. Yet when she throws a quarter-pot of refried beans on a tortilla, she can barely wrap it. So, it’s more of a taco than a burrito, and even then some of the beans spill onto the plate so that she has to finish it all off with a fork. A fork!

Literally yes. I dont understand how to make a damn burrito and it upsets me so much. I don't want to make a damn bean bowl, I want to make a burrito. But turns out I overloaded it or left in too much sauce or something and it breaks or is overfull... ugh.

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SEE!?!? This is exactly the sort of high art I wanted people to take away from this story.

Fascinating work thus far. Looking forward to more, especially the long-term consequences for Aurora.

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Glad you're enjoying it! Let's hope I can stick to the bi-weekly publishing schedule.

He absorbed into the linoleum, auburn flesh sprawling out, encroaching and enveloping the surrounding area until the place looked like a hellpit straight out of a video game about massacring demons, which she couldn’t remember the title of. She briefly wondered if he could turn into a device that could run it but felt it was the wrong time to ask.

Gonna take a wild guess and say this is meant to be Devil May Cry.

I was the Gashadokuro. A creature known for stalking people in the night and devouring them whole. I never appreciated the taste of flesh, but the terrified look on their faces amused me.

Ah yes, Fuckmountain Deathmonster.

She was just going to order two Mijo Chalupas with a side of Cinnamon Twists, but then she saw that their world-famous Pizzaco was back on the menu for a limited time, and Winter knew she’d only have a limited time to get it before it went away for a limited time.

Fast food FOMO in a nutshell (or taco shell.) I can only imagine how often McGriffon's cycles the McRib in and out of availability.

And Tyranny has a point... if you're willing to ignore little things like laws and the consequences of your actions. Of course, if she were concerned about things like that, she wouldn't keep summoning demons. This is definitely going to blow up in someone's face. The question is whose. And how much more of the city will get wrecked before Winter finds herself forced to do something about it.

Winter blinked. “Holy fuck. Are we gonna die? I’m not even twenty-five yet, how am I going to finish my fanfiction backlog!?”

4th wall break?:applejackunsure:

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Doom.

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Glad you're enjoying it so far!

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Sorta. Winter canonically writes/reads fanfiction.

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