"Ow! Fuck! Ow! Fuck! Ow! Fuck!"

Travis danced his way through the scorpion infested fields that were on the outskirts of Santa Destroy, and the little bastards were none too happy to see him again. The fact that Jeanne was digging her claws into Travis's neck wasn't exactly helping him either.

As the scorpions continued to sting him, Travis began to grow woozy from their venom as he hopped across the field to the safe side of the fence that bordered it, where he found a medkit that was loaded with antidotes for the scorpion poison.

Travis took a handful of antidote pills, and shot up a whole syringe of anti-venom to counteract the scorpion poison.

"You can come down now," he said to Jeanne, who still insisted on clinging to Travis, "I get cut up enough without your help, Jeanne."

With a meow, Jeanne hopped off of Travis and they continued to walk even though they were both worn out by that time. Luckily, in a nearby alleyway was a wooden box full of food and water for them that was just lying around.

Feeling rejuvenated, and loving the fact that needed supplies were always lying around the streets of the city, they walked towards home as the sun was going down.

Normally, Travis would have taken this as more of a benevolent sign, that while once princess was resting, the other was watching over him. Now it only meant that his search would be hindered by the approaching dark, and all the bad things that came with it.

He decided that the prudent thing to do was to go home and see if he had a working flashlight to aid his search for his friends.

The two travelers then made their way to their home at the Motel No More Heroes.

When their home came into view, they felt a wash of relief come over them, but the closer they got, the more things seemed out of place.

When they approached, they found brand new cuts in the concrete walls, and bullet holes in all of the surrounding area. More worrying was the amount of blood that was present, and the fact that it was fresh added to their troubled minds.

"Looks like some serious shit happened here, girl," Travis said casually, even though he was desperately hoping that none of the blood belonged to any of his friends.

He and Jeanne both entered the parking lot to find someone's crumpled form lying on the ground. Probably the loser of a hobo knife fight, but then again, hobos didn't dress in such expensive looking clothes.

Upon investigation, Travis found it to be the form of his twin, Sir Henry Mother Fucker, lying on the ground battered and bloody. Jeanne jumped on his chest and looked directly at this closed eyes.

"Hey? You dead," Travis asked as he nudged him with his foot.

Henry moaned in response.

Travis should have guessed that Henry wouldn't have died that easily, especially after all the shit he'd been through with him.

Jeanne meowed as she lay on his chest.

"Is that an angel voice?" Henry asked, barely a whisper.

"Nope. As far as I know, angels don't say 'meow,'" Travis said, refuting his brother's ridiculous question. He saw Henry smile when he heard his twin's voice.

"Then I suppose this isn't heaven."

"What makes you so sure about that?"

"You'd never get past the pearly gates."

Travis walked right into that one.

"I saw an angel today, brother," Henry said.

Travis knew that he was going to go on some bullshit ramble about whatever, using language in some pretentious way that sounded deep, but was just bullshit.

"She came to me in the form of a rainbow-haired girl. She--"

"Hold on," Travis had to cut off Henry's monologue to get to a more important point, "You said that you met a girl with rainbow hair? What was her name?"

"Rainbow Dash. Her name was Rainbow Dash."

Hearing his friend's name sparked a renewed vigor in Travis and he bent down over Henry.

"Where is she now? And did she have anyone with her?"

"I helped her to reunite with all of her friends, until we were attacked by the man sent from the UAA," Henry divulged, still not opening his eyes, or standing up.

Travis's hope turned to frustration. Now the UAA was involved? He thought it was ended after Jasper Batt Jr. was killed. Now what bullshit was going on? And what about his friends? What did the man from the UAA do to them?

Henry stood up from the ground, so that Jeanne hopped off his chest.

"They're all still alive, Travis. He said that they would only die on your defeat as a way to commemorate the event," he said.

Travis hated this damsel bullshit that was going on. He knew his friends, and only one or two of them fit the damsel description. All of the others should have been able to handle themselves, unless there was something more powerful than they were working against them.

"This is pretty twisted shit, bro," was all Travis said as he put his hands on his hips.

"I agree. And it needs to end," Henry said as he started walking away towards the exit of the parking lot. "They're all at the UAA headquarters buildin'. I suggest you take care of things here first before headin' out. Ya might not get another chance to save."

And then Henry left without another word.

Travis watched him go until he was out of sight.

"That was actually some pretty good advice," Travis said to himself.

He was expecting some unimportant ramblings from Henry's mouth, but saving was actually a very good idea to him. That, and he also had to keep his promise to Jeanne and give her two cans of wet food. He opened his front door and walked inside.

It was dark, so he turned on his light, and what he found was the last thing he ever though he'd see. Jeanne hissed at the sight, and retreated behind Travis.

"Hey. How ya doin' buddy?"

What he found was a stranger in his room, sitting in his chair, watching his anime, and eating a bowl of his popcorn.

The stranger was a man in a black suit and a pair of sunglasses. He was an older man in his late forties, or maybe his early fifties, evidenced by his gray-colored temples against the rest of his stark yellow hair.

"What the hell!" Travis yelled as he walked into his motel room, while Jeanne remained outside, "Who the fuck are you!? And what the fuck are you doing in my house!? Get out!"

That was what he didn't need at that moment. It could only lead to more stupid bullshit, the way things worked for him.

"Aw, don't be such a party-pooper. Here, have some popcorn," the man said with an eerily familiar smile as he offered the bowl to Travis. Shortly after he did, he retracted the bowl back to himself, "Second thought: this popcorn fuckin' sucks."

He said this as he stuffed a heaping handful of popcorn into his mouth.

"Ya better find a new place to shop, slick."

Travis's mind completely snapped when he heard that.

There was only one person who ever called him 'slick' and he was in no mood to see him again. Not that he should have seen him again since (if you remember) he should have been dead.

"Betcha didn't think I meant it literally when I said I'd see ya 'round. But from death's ratty door, I've risen like yeast. Or somethin' else that rises. Pull up a chair an' let's have a talk."

Travis did not want to have anything to do with Glastits. The first time he was killed should have ended any relationship they had of any kind. He clenched his fists, unable to process how this could possibly be happening.

"I'm going to go save right now," he told his very unwelcome guest, "And when I come back, you had better be dead again, so I can look for my friends in peace."

"But don't ya wanna find out what I wanna say? It might be important. It doesn't have to be weird for ya ta listen ta me like ya don't hate me," Glastits said with a smile like this was all some kind of joke.

"I don't give a shit! Fuck anything you have to say," Travis shouted before he started to head to his save room.

He was stopped when he heard the familiar clicking sound of a gun being cocked behind him. When he turned, he saw a large, gaudy pink gatling gun, pointed right at him.

"Humor me," Glastits said, any humor gone from his voice.

Travis eyed him carefully and complied with Glastits' request to not provoke him. He leaned his back against the wall, keeping a close watch on him and listening for any sounds from him or his gun.

"Ya seem pretty clueless, so I think I should tell ya that yer steppin' inta a whole world o' shit, slick."

"I knew that as soon as I saw you in Equestria," Travis spat back, "You're only going to tell me what I already know, so don't even bother going on. All I wanna do is get your ass out of my house, drop this save I've been holding since this morning and get this all done with! And I know that since you're here, the others are all back too, so now I have to do some boss rush crap that'll end with me facing the guy who hired all of you! You guys were a pain in the ass the first time, and now this!? Does this ever end!?"

Glastits threw the bowl of popcorn onto the floor and stood up scowling.

"Listen, dipshit: I'm not any happier 'bout bein' written back in than you are!! You heard all the pissin' and moanin' as soon as I showed up!" Glastits proceeded to speak in a mocking voice. "'Oh god, not this guy again! He was such a stupid character! He's just a crappy version of Dr. Peace! This story's stupid now!' Ya know what? Fuck you! Fuck the watchers past the wall!! An' fuck this stupid, fuckin' intestinal scrape that ya call a story!!! Dr. Peace can kiss my ass!!!!"

He and Travis both glared at each other, but hesitated to make a killing move.

Travis knew if he killed Glastits, he would most likely come back again, no matter what he did.

Glastits would have killed Travis as well, but then what would happen next? He had no way of knowing what was going to happen since that part of the story wasn't written yet.

Glastits then backed off from Travis and his voice took on a more understanding tone.

"If ya want, I'll talk ta the others an' call off our boss rush. I best get goin' if I wanna catch 'em before they set up."

Travis opened the door and motioned for his guest to leave.

"Out!" Was all Travis said.

"Ya get right ta the point. I like that."

Glastits almost started walking, but then he stopped, irritating Travis further.

"I know yer not in the mood, but let me tell ya somethin' funny."

Travis groaned at the idea of hearing another joke, but allowed the man to continue.

"Long time ago, some kid tried ta let all th' other kids know what a big deal he was by pickin' on folks bigger than him, 'til he was king o' the neighborhood. In the end, he got tired of that game an' called it quits. Turned out that this whole thing was bigger than he coulda thought. He ended up makin' a monster after beatin' up all those other kids. An' years later he tried to take it on. He tried, an' he failed. So, he left his home to a land unlike his own. There, he learned how ta get along with th' other kids, an' look after anyone who needed him. After a while there, the boy finally became a man, an' he returned home to face the monster he made. As for whether or not he actually beat it: fuck if I know."

Travis waited impatiently to see if there was any more to this joke, but the silence continued on.

"And the punchline?"

"Naw, no punchline. It's just funny. Downright stupid if ya think about it," Glastits said, as his smile returned to his face.

Travis couldn't help himself. The old man was right: that was the stupidest thing that he heard in his life. He began smiling too, almost loosing a chuckle as he replayed the joke in his head.

"There's only one assassin left ta kill. Get rid o' him, an' hope that it's all over from there. I'll see ya 'round, slick," Glastits said, repeating his last words to Travis before he left, and closed the door behind him.

Travis scuffed around his apartment for a second, his mind crammed with rage and frustration. But he knew that he couldn't mope around forever: he still had to save, and then he had to give Jeanne her two cans of food.

Everything at home was taken care of at home. Jeanne was fed, he saved his progress and he ate the rest of his pizza from the fridge (fuel for another save if he needed it).

Travis walked his way through the city streets to the UAA headquarters, thinking of all the different ways he was going to kill the bastard who set everything up when he got there.

Every violent thing ran through his head, from decapitation, to drawing and quartering, to cramming him piece by piece into a blender.

His bloodlust grew and grew with every step he took until the UAA HQ came into view.

Travis drew his Tsubaki, and wished he still had magic to draw more weapons at once. Oh well, he'd have to make do with the old fashioned killing method.

He approached the doors, murder deep in his mind and wanting to let loose every bit of pent up negative emotion. He was going to free his friends, and unleash hell with them on everyone they came across.

His steps became faster until he full on sprinted to the doors, as his desire to kill reached maximum capacity.

He cut the doors down and charged right through them to kill all of the random goons who were surely waiting for him.

But someone had beaten him to it.

Henry was already in the lobby, cutting down the remaining enemies there.

Only two were left when they were both cut down in a single attack.

Travis decided that he would have to save his bloodlust for later.

Henry turned to face his brother as he flung the last bit of blood off his sword.

"Hello, Travis," he greeted with a smile, "Thought I'd save ya a bit of trouble before the main event."

Travis looked around the room, taking in the utter carnage.

Corpses were everywhere, blood in just about every nook and cranny he could see, even in the two story fountain in the lobby. The place would have been pretty fucking posh if not for all the dead bodies.

"You did all this on your own," Travis asked. Not that he doubted Henry's abilities, but it was still amazing that he could take on this many people at once.

"Not on my own. They helped."

Travis looked over to where Henry was motioning and saw two women who he didn't notice in the room right away. One look, and he sighed when he recognized them.

"Surprised to see us again, dear," Peaches asked in that calm, sexy, condescending tone of her's. She was wearing the same blue dress as before, and her sister was likewise dressed in the same outfit she wore as a pony. "What am I saying: of course you're not. Glastits told us about your little arrangement. I must say, it's rather rude to change plans at the last minute. My poor sister cursed a blue streak," she said as she placed her hand on Cream's shoulder.

"I'm still not talking to you," Cream said as she jerked her shoulder away, which got a snort from Peaches.

"You say that as if you have any right!"

"Ladies," Henry interjected, "My brother still needs to confront your boss. So if you'd be so kind to escort him, may we continue."

Travis kind of got the feeling that Henry was getting tired of all this as well.

The Parfait sisters glared at each other, putting their argument on hold to carry out what they were supposed to do.

"Alright. But I get to lead," Cream said to her sister.

Peaches nodded grudgingly, and allowed her sister to lead the escort to the top floor.

The elevators had been cut to force Travis to climb the stairs before this new arrangement, where he was going to face wave after wave of increasingly stronger enemies, and then an assassin on every few floors or so.

Finally, the escort ended at a hallway with a pair of grand doors at the end. When they reached the doors, they were greeted by a small boy who was wearing a black hoodie with flames printed on it.

"Is that the mean owd hown pony," he asked, as he glared at Travis.

"Yep, that's him," Cream confirmed, "Where's Gina?"

"She's inside with hew new fwiend."

Travis didn't like the sound of that at all. What could that thing about new friends have meant? Travis asked no questions and kicked open the doors to find a room that looked much too large for the building it was in, or maybe it just took up an entire floor.

Inside, there was what was unmistakably a combat ring and two figures were inside viciously battling.

The ring was bordered by a barrier of some kind of solid light, much like what his beam katanas were made of, but somehow different.

Outside the ring were more people who were all anxiously watching the match inside.

When Travis entered, one of the people turned around to reveal herself to be a woman with pink hair, wearing leather pants.

"Travis!" She shouted as she rushed up to him and passionately kissed him.

Travis was taken aback by the sudden display of affection, not realizing at first who she was. Slowly but surely, he became aware of a familiar sensation that only came from kissing one particular person in his entire life.

"Pinkie?" He asked as she began kissing the rest of his face. He was then greeted by the rest of his friends, every single one of them: Spike, Shinobu, Twilight, Dash, Fluttershy, Rarity, and..."Where's Applejack?"

"Oh, Travis! It's horrible," Fluttershy said as she trembled more than usual.

"What's horrible?" Travis asked. He meant besides the fact that all of his friends were abducted by the UAA, and the assassins who originally tried to kill them so long ago were now alive and kicking for no apparent reason.

He then took a closer look at the figures in the ring and realized who they were: one was Applejack, and the other was the griffin he killed back in Equestria.

Applejack was viciously punching her target before she was kneed in the stomach and keeled over before she dodged a downward swing from her opponent's claymore.

Without any hesitation, Travis jumped at the barrier that separated them with the Peony drawn.

With a mighty swing, he struck the wall of light, only for his weapon to bounce off harmlessly. He swung again and again, but no results were gained.

"Me and Rainbow Dash already tried that," Shinobu said as she pulled Travis away from the barrier.

"What exactly is all of this?" Henry asked, reminding Travis that he was still there.

"It's a death match," Shinobu informed him, "The sick fuck who hired us is having us all fight each other until there's only one survivor. Then he's going to fight the champion himself."

Fluttershy fell to her knees, shaking like a leaf when she heard those objectives again.

Dash and Rarity moved to comfort her before she started crying again.

It was too much for Travis. He was going to end it by any means necessary, no matter how how bloody or unorthodox. He had an idea of where to start.

It was the longest longshot of them all, and Travis only ever saw what he was about to try in a movie once before. He approached the barrier of light and placed his palms on the wall, his index fingers touching. He then spread his hands apart, and it seemed that his idea had worked.

The point of contact created a ripple of disturbance in the wall, and as he spread his hands, he created a diamond-shaped opening until it was big enough for him to step through if his lowered his head.

His friends looked on in awe, wondering how the hell he got an idea like that as Travis stepped through the opening before it closed. His idea caught on, and Pinkie, Shinobu, Henry, Dash and Spike all made openings of their own.

Travis rushed into the fray, his Tsubaki drawn as Gina kicked Applejack away.

When he got close, he maneuvered a cut to Gina's mid-section, which left a glowing mark where he cut her.

Gina staggered back and saw Travis standing between her and Applejack.

His side was joined by Pinkie who tried to look as aggressive as possible.

The other combatants stayed behind with Applejack for a second wave of attack.

"Look who it is: second billing on the marquee," Gina said as she seemed to forget all about her excruciatingly painful cut, "How ya been, Touchdown?"

Looking her over, it could be seen that she now had a ragged scar on her neck, the same size as the cut Applejack gave her.

To Applejack, it served as a reminder of her inability to kill her before. During the fight, her desire to kill her opponent increased with every blow exchanged to the point where she nearly lost herself. Chances were that if their fight wasn't interrupted, she would have given in to her darker nature.

Travis was about to make a remark about how the opening act was over and that the main event was about to begin when he noticed somebody else on the opposite side of the ring out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he saw that there were actually two people there.

One of the was Glastits, but the one who had his attention in the first place was much more familiar to him. Somebody who he was wondering when she'd show up.

"Silvia mother-fucking Cristel," he thought to himself. Travis didn't think about it at the moment, but Gina wasn't attacking him at all. She was staying back and waiting for what was about to unfold.

"Oh, magnificent," Silvia said excitedly. With a clap of her hands, the barrier around the arena were lowered and she stepped forward to Travis, "A guest appearance by the No More Hero himself will bolster our rating and secure our slot on prime time for sure!"

Out of all the people that Travis was displeased with seeing that day, Silvia ranked near the top of the list. The only person he hated more than her at that moment was the guy who arranged all of this. Unless it was her who arranged it, then she would be dead in less than a second.

"Silvia," Travis said with no fondness for her to be heard in his voice, "What happened? I thought that after I killed Batt, you'd stop this UAA crap!"

Silvia giggled when she heard that, which wound Travis up to no end.

"Of course I did, Travis. But after I did, I was out of a job. I only started working in what I do best: arranging organized blood sports for the pleasure of the masses," she said sweetly, making it sound like it was the only logical thing for someone like her to do. "As soon as the UAA ended, many assassins beneath you were very upset that they no longer had a chance at being ranked first. But one man in particular made a very convincing case for me to start my own assassin agency. Perhaps you would like to be represented by me as well? Just like old times?"

Silvia tried to bring back more of those old times by reaching to caress Travis's hip and watch his dazed reaction. Her fingertips didn't even get close before her hand was kicked back to her side by Pinkie.

"Get your own, floozie!" Pinkie shouted as she protectively hugged Travis from behind.

Silvia was outraged, but was in too much control of herself to let it show.

"Are you saying that you left me for this pink-haired ditz?" She asked, earning a glare from Pinkie.

"Two things about that," Travis responded," You left me. And yes, I'm with her now. Because she respects me as a person. She knows she's sexy, and doesn't use it as a way to manipulate stupid, chickless, jackoffs to get her way. She's someone that I'm crazy about personality and all."

"Awwwwww, Travis," Pinkie said as she kissed his cheek.

Everyone else who was present all voiced their approval of Travis's decision to keep Pinkie over his apparently ex-girlfriend. Even the opposing assassins had to admit that he had a lot of class for doing something like that.

Travis hit Silvia hard with the speech he gave her, but she very quickly got over it. To her, there was always another plaything that was waiting to be picked up and teased. And is just so happened that one had arrived through the door with Travis.

"Very well. If not you, I know that I'll always have my precious Henry.

Before Henry could even respond to her, Rainbow Dash's hand quickly shot out and firmly held Henry's, surprising Henry, Silvia and herself.

An entire wave of nerves crashed down on Dash, but she wasn't going to let Henry slip away from her. She only felt so strongly when she was pursuing Travis, and now that she found it again, she wasn't about to lose it.

"I see," was all Silvia said before returning her attention to Travis, "Well now, I think that we need to move things along. Travis: I'm sure you're aware that you're the target of someone else's envy as the number one assassin. In fact, he was originally ranked 100th in the UAA before you killed--"

"So who the fuck is it?"

"So pushy," Silvia said, feigning hurt, "Very well. I shall now introduce you to my new rising star in the world of assassination. The one who has pursued you for the last few months to take your crown from you."

She motioned to the far end of the room, so far away that it was darkened.

Lights turned on, illuminating the rest of the room revealing the weirdly gigantic space of the whole area. Soon, the lights went up a very, very long flight of stairs.

The lights finally lit the top of the stairs revealing a chair that had its back turned to them all. Also visible was the single largest, most high-tech computer console that Travis had ever seen, like the kind that rocket scientists used.

Rather than just assume that he was set up by a chair, he waited for whoever was sitting in it to turn around.

Everyone in the room eagerly awaited the revelation of the identity of the master planner, wishing that whoever it was would stop taking their sweet time to turn around.

And then finally, some movement.

The chair slowly rotated to reveal its occupant, making everyone in the room grow more and more tense.

Travis gripped his weapon, nearly crushing the handle in his hand.

Finally, the chair turned completely, revealing its occupant and frankly, Travis, Pinkie, and everyone else in the room wished that he hadn't.

"Ugh! What the fuck is that thing," Travis yelled, nearly throwing up when he saw Silvia's golden boy, the one who organized the whole thing with the Equestrian assassins.

He was by and large the most disgusting example of a human being that Travis ever saw with those mutton chops, soul patch and handlebar mustache. His face was further disfigured by a pair of nauseatingly large gauges in his ears, at least an inch and a half in diameter.

On his face, he had on a pair of lens-less, thick framed glasses that only made him look uglier.

The rest of his clothes weren't any more pleasant to look at, with his gaudily striped zip-up hoodie that was over a shirt that had a hot dog in front of a galaxy printed on the front. Why a hot dog in space? Maybe he thought it was ironic. Even so, this shirt wasn't large enough to cover up his fat gut. This, along with his brown, argyle shorts and matching brown loafers made Travis wonder how far behind this guy was on the evolutionary ladder than the rest of the human race.

Around him was littered with wrappers from microwave food, and empty bottles of green tea and water. There were piles of garbage like that, which was evidence to the fact that he hadn't left his monitor in weeks. Around the console, were pictures that Travis never thought existed.

They were pictures of horses in bikinis, or horses having sex with each other. On each picture was a sticker of a heart or a star that was placed on the side of each horse's flank. Travis stopped looking as the pictures became more and more deviant.

"So mean, Travis," Silvia chastised him, "I thought you would be happy to see him. He is someone you know of quite well. In fact: he's written several episodes of your Bizarre Jelly show. He even wrote the one that I'm sure is your favorite: the one where Strawberry and Blueberry kiss."

Travis began to heave angrily as soon as he learned who he was to fight. He was the one who tried to assassinate him by murdering innocent civilians and involving other assassins who wanted nothing to do with him against their will, and now it turned out that this was the one who ruined Bizarre Jelly for him!?

"Get your fat ass down here," Travis barked at his final opponent.

"I'm afraid that is not how this match will work, Travis," Silvia said as the other assassins all stepped into the ring and the barriers put themselves back up. This time though, the barriers bordered the entire room end to end with only Silvia and the final assassin on the outside of it, "You see, he's not very good at direct encounters, so he prefers to stay out of his opponent's reach and attack using his computer monitor."

"You're saying that this fat fuck hides behind a barrier where he's safe and attacks on high where nobody can get him!?"

"That's buckin' cheap," Dash yelled outraged.

"That's the sign of an unsure fighter," Shinobu added.

"That's the way the fight goes. And since this is his match, he gets to make the rules," Silvia said, reminding Travis of the same rules that applied to the UAA. "And as per his conditions: all of you will be involved in this fight."

"What!?" Rarity shrieked at the idea of being forced into combat.

"Do you have caviar in your ears, Miss? I suppose I should elaborate: you will all be participating in a battle royale where there will be only one survivor. The one who live gets to fight with him personally."

When Silvia finished speaking, each one of the Equestrian assassin's brandished their weapons, eager to use them on their captor.

Twilight saw their latent fury and tried to quell it.

"Wait! Don't you realize that even if you kill us, you'll just have to kill each other," she tried to reason with them. She learned some things about them while they were keeping her and her friends captive, and tried to appeal to their better nature as friends. It seemed that she had failed as they each shook their heads.

"We know that," Gina answered, "That's a part of being an assassin. Kill or be killed. By your enemy," she turned to look at all of her associates, "Or by your friends."

"We aw know that dying comes natuwawy, and we'w not afwaid of it," Flutterbutt continued, "Being afwaid is what stops us fwom doing what we do."

"And besides: any one of us would love nothing more than to wring that fat neck," Peaches finished up, as her voice became that chilling tone she used when she threatened Spike.

Silvia was very pleased that there was so much hate in the room. It would be good to get their blood flowing (in more ways than one), "I forgot to mention one last thing: my client has reminded me that he would like to kill Twilight Sparkle personally, so if you value her life, I recommend paying particularly close attention to her."

In the instant that Twilight shrieked, Spike and Dash both rushed to Twilight's side as they saw the words FIGHT ON flying towards them.

Author's Notes:

There he is: the final assassin. The master planner. The big cheese himself. Let me know if any of you expected him to be the guy who wrote the episode of Bizarre Jelly where the girls kiss, because I know that most readers were expecting someone that Travis fought before.

Here's a fun fact. The final assassin is modeled after my own pseudo-hipster younger brother. I use say 'pseudo-hipster, because as soon as that stops being cool, he'll jump to whatever the other kids are doing next.

By the way: a hot dog in space isn't ironic, it's surreal.

Credits to the movie Titan AE for the idea of Travis entering the barrier. If you haven't seen it, I recommend it if you like sci-fi movies.

Get ready for a big ass battle royale in the next chapter. It may take a little while to write and get everything just right, (not that I really do a lot of heavy editing and scrutinizing with other chapters) so find something to gnaw in anticipation. Rock the fuck on, y'all \m/