..)Perhaps I was simply thunderstruck - incapable ofexpressing any emotion. This was a revelation beyond allsanity, and my young mind was shutting dow..., unable to dealwith the conundrum. Maybe all my systems had overloaded atonce, causing an intellectual short circuit. Well, whateverthe circumstances, my trepidation seemed to have vanishedas swiftly as it had appeared, along with the confusion andanxiety.So I sat and waited. Switching off the lamps, I hovered inthe darkness, breathing through a. Then finally with one last long unhappy look around theempty room full of Christmas wrappers, streamers and empty wine bottlesheaded straight for the nearest pub.I seem to remember leaving sometime after 11 definitely very drunk andsoon soaked to the skin in the driving rain, too content to just wanderthe cold dark streets alone which only made things worse.Suddenly I felt a warm draft of air coming out of a small brightly litshopping arcade and instinctively drawn I suppose like a moth to. Art - that's my stepdad - taught me everything about guns.Just so we don't get too confused about my dad I'll try to explain a little. My first dad's name was Joe. He left Mom and me shortly after I was born. I've only seen him a couple of times in my life. My second dad is Art. He's the one I consider my father. He married Mom after Joe left us.Art has always been there for me. He raised me and taught me how to handle rifles and guns. I can even shoot a pretty mean bow and arrow. Ever since I. "********A priestess stood in Wechuge's way. Wechuge tried to move around thepriestess.She couldn't avoid her, couldn't step around, couldn't push past her.Something about the priestess didn't look right. Was this a vision? Theothers had stepped right through the priestess.Orange robes.Chastity flipped views. Was this a real-world person? She had acustomer?"Pardon," she said to her teammates. "Real world. Putting my characteron auto-play." Chastity gave Wechuge instructions to follow.