Gilgamesh had grown weary of being a "super

Gilgamesh had grown weary of being a "super dude." Fame had its problems too. He thirsted for the freedom of anonymity so he disguised himself as

a clerk at the local 7-11.He hid his 5 meter height by squatting behind the counter which was cramped,but Gilgamesh enjoyed the mundane routine until the first robbery on his watch

Gilgamesh, being the patron saint of Indian gas station clerks, tossed his trusty hound another hot dog, before flying off to defeat the thugs who robbed the 7-11.

Catching the hot dog from the air, Gilgamesh's hound, or Shilameh, as was his real name; bit into the tough meat and thought to himself, "I won't be taking orders....

But then Gilamesh told him to sit. Despite his mind telling him not to his body obeyed without hesitation. " I must find a way to break the hold this man has on me" With that

thing in mind, he started observing the surroundings. The power Gilamesh had over him had to come from one of these strange figurines which were all over the place. But - from whic

h one? The snake headed woman whipping her head in a rhythmic manner, the gargoyle staring with glassy eyes, or could it be the ham fisted hydra. The power had to come from

Pazuzu, the demon king, standing above all the other cryptids in the room. They seemed to draw nourishment from his presence alone. I loaded the shotgun and aimed

it carefully at the finely crafted chandelier. Down it came on Pazuzu's head, splitting it open & revealing that he was hollow inside, filled with all manner of refreshments. end.