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“Of course I want it fixed today, if I wanted it fixed tomorrow I’d have brought it in tomorrow!”
There was a man standing in front of me, in my garage, holding a block of red iron oxide that may have at one point or another been some sort of shotgun. His body type gave the impression that while his physical strength might be decent, he drank excessive amounts of beer. He was wearing a sleeveless denim jacket, with patches of our state and the Confederate flag. I thought this was weird considering our state didn’t join the Union until after the civil war. He also wore a belt and suspenders at the same time. I don’t remember his name.
“Sir, when was the last time you fired this?”
“Oh well I suppose it would’ve had to have been last time I went duck hunting.” He said with the expected amount of consonants missing.
“And what did you do with it after that?”
“Figured I’d just leave it in my boat for when I needed it next.”
“Did the boat sink?”
“It was a little leaky when I got back to it, why?”
I took a few minutes to explain to him that his firearm was more than likely in no condition to fire, and it’s structural integrity was probably so compromised by rust that if he tried to it would more than likely explode. He told me I didn’t know what I was talking about, and if I wouldn’t fix it then he’d find someone who would.
Over the course of that day he called me back twice. Evidently, he came across my phone number in two different places while looking for my replacement and neither time did he realize it was me. The second time he told me he’d leave me a poor review on something he called “Help”.

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Long ago, before there was time, all the world was an endless ocean. The ocean could not give and nor could it take; it was void of life and love.
Then there was an explosion of fire: the birth of time. The fire mingled with the water, and the land sprang forth.
On that land, life would come, and the four peoples would inherit it: Drygs, Fowlin, Gnomes, and Man.
But now that the ocean was no longer lonesome, it proved to be careless to the fragility of land and its peoples. Up from its waves came the Odd Ones.
The giant beasts from before time but not quite before the ocean preyed upon Actomere’s people, and to lead them was Ciulmak, Then Dancing Adder.
The Odd Ones mercilessly tore into the minds and bodies of all Actomeren. Some demanded tribute and worship, while others would simple feast.
The Dancing Adder, being the perfect being among the Odd Ones, demanded tribute from some. The rest he had strewn about his lair like pigs in a butcher’s shop.
None questioned him, even among the Odd, for he had proven his might, but the seeds of change had unexpectedly taken root.
The Four came, Treslu the Knowing, Mi’uuz the Eye, Goroj the Scourge, and Ft’yfel the Renderer. With them came The Great Divide.
The Four separated from the service of The Dancing Adder and developed morality, but their Odd ways lingered. No mortal can fully comprehend their morals.
Two vanish in the mists of history. Goroj the Scourge held dominion over the Great Droplet for some time before disappearing. Ft’yfel would go further.
Sometime during the brutality of Odd rule, Ft’yfel, with his spear alight, chose his agent. Kavas the Wanderer, a Man.
Kavas travelled the land, compelled by the incomprehensible will of Ft’yfel. He gathered many companions, and they all went to war.
With a gauntlet of slain Odd Ones behind him, Kavas did battle with The Dancing Adder. When the battle was bleak, his own spear came alight, and the tip trespassed Ciulmak’s armor.
Defeated, The Dancing Adder spoke thus:
“Taketh thy turn in the muck, rutting swine. In thousands years, the wall wilst thou hit.
Mine agent in dark corners grows, and through him wilt my resurrection commence,
So I mayst show you hogs the thousands years of woes.”

I haven't had anyone but myself proofread and I keep finding mistakes every once in a while. This is a section of a prologue, but it's one of the first bits of world building I did for this story.