Game 2 | Game 2 Outline |
As you shift back to your old form, that is, to the body you had before all this, you start to contemplate your situation. You are now a Kaal'Lia, blessed with powers anyone would sell their soul to have. Somehow, it doesn't feel right to just sit around, turning into perverted things. You decide to go to Italy, to find the heart of the civilization you now belong to.
That, however, is the hard part. What if the government knows about the Kaal'Lia? If they know that it's you who went on a killing spree, they probably won’t let you out of the country. Though on second thought, if they knew, they probably have the army knocking down your door, but, better safe than sorry you say, so decide to leave the country incognito. Easier said than done.
You decide to use the identity and body of your next door neighbor. A bachelor, minimum wage job, no friends, never visits or has his family over. A perfect choice. Skipping the nitty-gritty details, one day later you now reside within his brain cavity, your own tendrils spread throughout his body. You had to get rid of his brain. His mental screaming was getting on your nerves.
You quickly begin liquidating his assets, selling his stocks, bonds, investments of any sort, withdrawing money from mutual funds, selling his possessions, his car and his house. You also cut his ties to his fellow humans. You quit his job, change his cell phone number, list his address and number as private, and start closing down all his web accounts.
As soon as the check for the final bid on eBay comes in on the last piece of junk, you close the deal on the house. You withdraw some money from the bank; just enough to buy one ticket aboard a private jet of some little known air-travel company. To be safe, you've made your destination Berlin, Germany. You'll travel to Italy by land. The rest of the money is transferred to a Swiss bank account, under an identity you will assume once in Europe.
Soon enough, you're on the plane, leaving the land of the brave and home of the free far behind...
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