Choose your Legend ➠ starter for @oftheallfather
Now that the dust had settled, the fans needed more content. (Fans being the following Octane was slowly amassing here on the city’s insular “internet” facsimile.) Strolling down the street at a clipping half-jog, he’d chosen Cotes ward as a backdrop for his next video. The cityscape and neon lights of the modern area of Cotes at night was a perfect setting to babble excitedly at the phone-on-a-stick in front of him. But more importantly was the subject matter: lake monsters.
Dangerous lake monsters.
The bag swinging around in the hand not holding his selfie stick contained a myriad of waterproof flares and concussive noise makers, all of which had boasted on their packaging that they would work underwater. Octavio had one goal for this video: piss off the biggest, hungriest lake beast and catch it on video. Hopefully, he’d live to post it afterwards. Just in case, though, he was streaming it to a back-up account that would post it next-day in the event that he failed spectacularly in his escape.
A glint in the screen caught his attention suddenly and his words faltered. He was almost to the lake, so it was hard to divert his attention away from his excitement, but the familiar figure in the reflection actually gave him pause. Full mask, armored, goggles flashing under the wide-brimmed helmet...
Octavio had long since reasoned that this place was not an arena, nor did it have anything to do with the syndicate. Even so, he checked the back of his shorts for where the bb gun was stowed, not that he really thought it would do anything in the event of a firefight.
Confident in his ability to make a quick getaway, should reunions not go well, Octavio seized opportunity and flipped the camera around so it was filming from the front. He zoomed in on the familiar creature and shouted, ❝ ¡Oi! Over here, amigo! You still into hunting? I’ve got a hunt for you! ❞










