Aaron was dead tired. "More dead than tired", he'd say, if he was capable of speaking right now. In case you're wondering why he can't say that himself, it's because he's sleepwalking. Aaron trudged through the corridors of Division/Level 4 with his consciousness out like a light, and his body saying otherwise. His insensible form wandered into the curiously empty break room and poured itself a glass of milk. Grabbing a newspaper on the way out, the semi-undead form of Aaron Pertition hobbled down the hall. As it browsed the headlines, you could almost hear incoherent ramblings about political shenanigans in between sips of milk. It rounded a corner, going God knows where, and came face to face with a demon.
"Jya vy'm kdyrgyrk kd'kyj r'zor!" This caused Aaron to stir. The demon stood eight feet tall, towering over Aaron's waking form.
"Y oz dra kymmokan yv 'ynmjk! Jary'nan yv norak!" Aaron yawned, shrugging off his nap. The demon continued to flaunt its accomplishments.
"Orryrymodyn yv kmoradk! Ryrr'anan yv zyndomk!" Aaron put his newspaper under his arm and freed up his right hand, reaching under his jacket in the process.
"Ry' jya orj ca aodar zyndom, orj gry' drod Y, Jz'nak, rora gymmaj iy'!" Aaron drew.
All of the demon's accomplishments meant nothing now, with it's head spread over the hall behind it. Aaron inserted another bullet into the magazine that wasn't empty, holstered it, and went on his way. Milk and pistol in hand, he set off in search for either other demons or other DICE agents, whichever came first.
"Jya vy'm kdyrgyrk kd'kyj r'zor!" This caused Aaron to stir. The demon stood eight feet tall, towering over Aaron's waking form.
"Y oz dra kymmokan yv 'ynmjk! Jary'nan yv norak!" Aaron yawned, shrugging off his nap. The demon continued to flaunt its accomplishments.
"Orryrymodyn yv kmoradk! Ryrr'anan yv zyndomk!" Aaron put his newspaper under his arm and freed up his right hand, reaching under his jacket in the process.
"Ry' jya orj ca aodar zyndom, orj gry' drod Y, Jz'nak, rora gymmaj iy'!" Aaron drew.
All of the demon's accomplishments meant nothing now, with it's head spread over the hall behind it. Aaron inserted another bullet into the magazine that wasn't empty, holstered it, and went on his way. Milk and pistol in hand, he set off in search for either other demons or other DICE agents, whichever came first.