A thousand years and a million miles from

A thousand years and a million miles from home, the galaxy-warrior stood in humility before the Defilbian war fleet that hovered mightily before the Quadrax star system.
God, he thought, I'll never sell this to SyFy. Not without zombies, anyway. Zombies! Freakin' brilliant. The only thing
is should they shamble? Done to undeath. Run? Gimmick. Fly? Fly! That's freakin'
a bass, mounted on a wall and it SINGS!?!?!?!?!? That's awesome! I need to bring this to the
AA meeting. Those guys would really get a bang out something this clever. Maybe it'll help make up for the last meeting when I
find those socks full of beer. I had been hiding those for months now, waiting for the perfect time to whip them out on my AA group and we all get drunk. My plan to sabotage them w
asn't the best idea, but it would have to do until the Maggot showed up. I could hardly contain myself with the thought of all of those slender trainers and their sausages
being eaten alive by the Maggot. His kind of training didn't happen in a gym. He'd been drowned blood by the spetznaz before his 16th birthday and resurrected as a murder prodigy.
He could kill with his pinky finger in one second, and he loved it, but was it really what he wanted to do with the rest of his life? He was, after all, only 14
years old. Was another path he could take away from the violence?Turn his life around. A loud bang ripped through his thoughts and his body slumped to the ground. A life wasted.

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