'Now, who will be your vessel?'
Kuzmo, a 22 year old Hellhound
Hey Guys, Warlock here! This will be an acid trip of an adventure, but I think it might be fun. This is also done for a friend of mine named Raph, so I hope he likes it.
You wake up from your bunk with a start. This body is.... strange, to say the least. You get your memories back slowly, as you leave your bunk. You decided to explore it after Hell won on Earth. Many were content to stay there, but you wanted more. After the long and brutal war, there were very few Hellhounds left, and many of the Earthen races used technology to escape the oppression they would face had they stayed. You hadn't found much, only a few uncharted planets and a crew of peaceful humanoids. You gave them pass, mostly because you didn't have very many weapons on you anyway.
You look at yourself in the reflection of the metal. about 8 feet, very muscular, long mane, fiery eyes, and a 15 inch cock. You smile at yourself, before you head to the command center of your lower end ship.
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