“800 years ago, the Greatest War broke out that caused a great and ancient empire known as the United States of America to use the flesh bread of their pregnant women and turn them into savages. One day, a Caveman by the name of Unter was adopted by the Native Americans who took refuge in Los Angeles. He was adopted by the Chief Blue Wind of the tribe who resided there, and became a Prince. Unter, one day, pressed hiis father for himself to become King, since he was the favored child of the Chief, but the Chief explained to him that only the eldest son by blood could have the throne. Unter, in a fit of savage rage, slaughtered his adoptive father and brother, Red Crimson. Unter then ruled with an iron fist for almost 500 years. The child was lost forever. That child, was you,” said the Emperor of Nueva Yorca, a man who was clearly a Caveman-Native American hybrid. He stood with incredible wit and charisma, and a great form of confidence. He bulged his large pectoral out as he breathed. “My child, you, are ready to take the throne for yourself,” said the Caveman, eloquently drinking a cup of Ceylon tea.

  “What do you mean?” asked Gerard, a young man.

  “My humble slave boy… whom I have taken in… and trained… You… are the son of Red Crimson. The rightful heir to the throne of Akteon.”

  “Why in the world will you tell me this now?”

  “Well, Gerard. I have trained you in all forms of lethal combat. You are a Caveman-Native hybrid… One that shows strength… What pains me the most is that you seem to be a powerful fighter. The problem with that is that you are… different, to say the least. I trained you, made you strong, but you are quite slow and average-minded. You are nothing but brute strength and incredible resolve and grit. You will travel by morning.”

  “What? You’re like… kicking me out, my Lord?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?” asked Gerard.

  “Because you are a massive pain in my ass. Go. Take this phone in case you would like to call your Uncle.”

  Gerard grabs the phone and pockets it. “So… So, I can just… leave? I’m gonna be honest with you, my Lord, I never liked being here. I washed the dishes, cleaned your toes, and you made me fight you a lot.”

  “Training.”

  “I have no idea why trains have anything to do with this, but I guess, fine… I guess.”

  “Boy. Do you realize the journey you must uphold?”

  “Yeah, yeah! Buy you bread from Akteon. Sure!”

  “No! I want you to usurp-!”

  The doors slam shut.

  Gerard smiled while his coat swayed in the wind while he landed on his feet. He enters the city’s heart past the bakery and into the city’s market, where many Animalized Men that looked like dogs, cats, mice, rats, and even birds just walked around. Meanwhile, Gerard was followed by a rather small pup, barking after him. “C’mon, Fred!”

  Gerard was blonde, short in stature, with a sloping head and tan brown skin. He was tall, handsome, and his body was rather bulky due to his hybrid nature. He walked into town square with his katana in hand, still followed by his pup. He carried his pup in a small bag tied around his waist and rode on his T-Rex.

  “C’mon, Bite,” he squeezed his leg and gave a gentle kick below the saddle, as the feathered monster purred and moved forward. Meanwhile, he pockets the phone that Bluford gave to him…

  King Savage

  Chapter 1: Toronto

  Gerard silently chewed on a reed of wheat, looking into the snowy horizon. The neon skies, shattered by the tyrannical being once known as Morningstar. Gerard just sighs and eased his Rex, which continuously purred.

  He rode silently, and his stomach rumbled.

  He smiles and eases Bite, telling her to enter the pine forest on the horizon, far north.

  He reaches a warm oasis, with warm, streaming water from a glacier right above the warm stone.

  He allows his two pets to drink, all three silently eating some Mammoth Pemmican. He enjoys the beautiful nature of its creation, touching and brushing his fingers on its coarse grip. He then prepared a pot from the bag of the side of his saddle, where he cooked Rubaboo made from crawfish and goat’s butter, feeding it to his two pets.

  Though, soon, Gi-Ants, a race of cat-sized ants, began to emerge and walked toward them, along with strange women with flowers on their heads. Gerard grabbed the handle of his katana to scare them off, flexing forward, though, they remained rather curious about him.

  They walked with a hunched back, green skin, and Human-like heads, but their hair were flowers with strange yeast, which the ants constantly climb up on their head to eat. The Shepherds pointed at the intruder as the ants barked at the trio, spraying formic acid from their abdomen as Bite roars in pain, having her skin burned, forcing her to open her mouth and eat some of the Gi-Ants.

  “Wait!” yelled Gerard, rushing to Bite and keeping his pup in his bag, shielding her from the Gi-Ants, which each hiss and bark.

  Suddenly, the Herder’s leader, a taller, brown elderly man with flowers on his head halted them. They made way, allowing him to come forward as he grabbed Gerard’s face and checked the intruder’s attributes.

  The Herder sighs, and bowed to him.

  The Rex purred angrily.

  The dog growled.

  They release a specific type of pollen, making them fall asleep.

  Gerard and the two pets wake up, seeing that they are being tended to.

  The Mother and her pet Queen Gi-Ant are revealed to be cleaning Gerard’s strange marks on his arm. “You have been poisoned by bad Pemmican,” she said.

  “Who in the world are you?” asked Gerard.

  “I am the Mother of the Herder tribe. I find… your complexities quite-...” She brushed his fingers over his body, but he grabbed her wrist, causing her pet Queen to shriek at Gerard.

  Gerard pushes her away. “Not interested at the moment, lady. I have a mission to buy bread from Akteon!”

  “Akteon. Well, that is far west. You are currently in Toronto, just south of Casin.”

  “Huh… This is your territory, I presume?”

  “We… are considered Savages by the Northern Casinites.”

  “Huh? ‘Casinites’?” He smiled, gently grabbing a teacup. “May I?”

  “Yes. You are quite civilized for a Savage.”

  “Yeah, I get that a lot.” He politely drank the Alien Blue Tea. “Hmmm… Anywho. Could you please tell me who these Casinites are?”

  “The Casinites? Casin is home to the people who call themselves the Remnants. They moved up north after the Animalized ruled this land… Us… They will deem any non-Homo Sapien as barbaric and extinguish them. Just like Taloses.”

  “Ah. Taloses I heard of. Not these… Remnants.”

  “Indeed. You were sickly from your pemmican. It is years old and prepared unwell.”

  “I faired well when I was younger. But I cooked it incorrectly. This was my first batch.”

  “Unwise.”

  “More unwise to waste a meal.”

  “Mmm.” She finishes cleaning his wounds, while the Rex is tended to.

  “You are from the East Monopolia?”

  “Nueva Yorca. Yeah. It’s… a good country. It is an empire ruled by Bluford Ninjaheim.”

  “They are a kind and welcoming city. How come you had left?”

  “To buy bread and return to him. He did kick me out. Then, I will wander these lands once more.”

  This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

  “What is your purpose?”

  Gerard smiled and shrugged. “To live life to the fullest, I’m guessing.”

  “Noble,” she spoke, tending to his wounds.

  “Why did you help me?” asked Gerard.

  “We aid any traveler we deem kind. Sorry if my daughters tried to kill you. They fear.”

  “It’s cool. Hahaha. Um… I must go now.”

  Gerard prepared his sack, only to hear a loud booming noise from outside.

  Gerard takes out his katana and looks outside, seeing a strange armored Knight of sorts, with highly advanced and almost alien armor. He blasts several of her daughters into green bloody pieces.

  “My daughters…” she said in terror, as Gerard jumped off the window, realizing he is on a tree, but then began to run across the mist of the wind before slicing wind toward the Knight…

  Decapitating him.

  The tribal women are shocked, and Gerard runs around, helping them back up.

  “You okay? You okay?” asked Gerard, only for another Knight to land before Gerard.

  “Huh… He killed the slave. Who the hell are ya?” asked the Knight, much larger and muscular than the first.

  “Gerard Persuvius.”

  Another Knight lands.

  The first one speaks. “My name is Sir Julius. This is my Remnant Squire, Octavius.”

  “Okay, Julian and Octopus.”

  “Julius and-... Whatever.” He sighed, preparing to blast Gerard with his Arm Cannon, only for the blast to pass through him. “Impossible.”

  Gerard moved so quickly, almost as quickly as the wind, as he slashed his blade into the back of his head.

  Gerard lands, but he realizes that Julius is unharmed.

  Julius sighs and nods to Octavius, who shoots at Gerard over and over.

  Gerard roars and kept on slashing his katana at them, but to no avail.

  Octavius just grabbed Gerard, who phases through his hand, but Julius takes out some sort of taser and electrocutes Gerard.

  Gerard screams in pain and falls to the ground, jolting.

  Octavius sighs and prepares to blast him but one woman tackles him and uses her Gi-Ant to melt his face with formic acid. He grabs her and tears her in half, causing her plant guts to splatter all over the ground.

  Gerard’s eyes turn red.

  A loud roar is heard and the Knight is tackled by Bite, who obviously BITES into his head, crushing the metal and tearing his entire head off, causing bloody messy havoc to leave his head.

  “Damn it!” yelled the first Knight, Julius, who shoots at the creature, but Gerard slaps the blast away. “These potential slaves do NOT concern you, boy!”

  “They actually very well, DO!!!” Gerard grabs a katana and phases his blade into his neck, then solidifies it, stabbing him in the throat as he fell to his knees, and to the ground.

  Their bodies would then be thrown away by the women, and off the Great Tree they live on.

  Gerard sighs in relief.

  That evening, when he is seen off by the tribe, the Mother halts him.

  “Hmmm… Take this…” The Mother offered him a vial with amber fluid inside. “Gi-Ant Honey, made from my pollen and yeast. It shall cure you from any illness.”

  “Thank you. You are quite the kind tribe.”

  “We are plants. Our religion is to serve and protect organisms and any living thing… as Mother Nature intended… as we are the children of Mother Nature.”

  Gerard smiles. “Noble.”

  Meanwhile…

  A tribe of Knights began to extract a substance from their brains, known as the…

  “Silver Matter. Extract it,” spoke the Knight, while the Silvery grey matter was melted from his leftover brain and placed in a vial, then placed in a much better, more powerful armor. “Gifted with new flesh. Armored in patriotism. Chosen by God. Born from Ashes. We are the Remnants of the Manifest Destiny. This boy just killed two of our middle-class Knights’ first bodies. I WILL NOT let that happen…”

  A fetus is implanted with the Silver Matter, where the fetus instantly screams, ages, and grows into a gigantic muscular man.

  “We are the Remnants of the Star-Spangled Banner. We are the Remnants of Truth, Justice, and the American Way. We are the Remnants of the True Most Powerful Men in the World. We are… REMNANTS!!! And we will hunt down and PURGE this… SAVAGE… AND MURDER HIM!!!” yelled the General, while the soldiers cheered for him.

  He sneers, activating his helmet.

  Chapter 2: Shikakow

  Gerard, riding Bite out from the forest and entering the region known as Illinois, proceeds to reach the great city of Shikakow. Shikakow is mainly owned by a race of Animalized Men. Here, many wolves played trumpets and saxes in the streets, playing blues and jazz, and various of these Animalized Men pray in a strange temple. Gerard, curious, enters it to see what it’s about, and they see a symbol of a dot with three gentle curves above it, each becoming larger, stacked onto each othr.

  Gerard sighs, seeing their god, the Wighfigh.

  “Do you believe in the Church of the Wighfigh?” smiled one Shikakowan.

  Gerard smiles. “More of a Deeceephan myself. I am Nueva Yorcan. Sorry…”

  “Ah, no judgment brother. Here in Shikakow, we welcome all kinds…” smiled the Wolfman, only for a drunk Sheepman to push him aside.

  “Hey! Baaa!!! You! You’re one of ‘em Cavemen, right?” asked the Sheepman.

  “Easy. Sorry. Forgive Sherman. Please…”

  “Shut up, Fang!” He pushed Fang away. “Listen, Holedweller. I wanna tell ya somethin’, you fucking savage… You aren’t welcome here!”

  “I just wanted to check your religion out, friend. Easy,“ smiled Gerard. “Shall we have a kind chat with Ceylon tea, perhaps?”

  He gets pushed to the wall.

  “HEY!!!” yelled a Wolfman, who was telling the Sermon, before walking downstairs to stop Sherman. “Easy. If you wanna hurt an outsider, kindly repent. Wighfigh will not allow for this kind of behavior, would He?”

  Sherman scoffs and pushes the priest, but he growls at Sherman.

  Sherman rolls his eyes and walks away. “Fuck… You Wolfmen are nothin’ but oppressors…”

  “Well, I’m sorry for being what I am. Just go,” said the Wolfman, as he dusts off Gerard’s clothes. He nods to his friend, Fang, and Fang smiles and pats his back, before leaving to tend to his friend, Sherman.

  “Why’d you help me? I heard Wolfmen are like… very… um… Sorry… I didnt mean-...”

  “Very outdated info. Yes. This city was owned by Sheepmen, but us Wolfmen decided to colonize it… Brought the poor race to slavery. Until a Wolfman decided to decree equity… Sadly, some people, Wolfmen or Sheepmen, still live in the past. I apologize for his misbehavior. You are a Deeceephan, right?”

  “Yeah… I pray to the god Batman.”

  “Ah… Very nice… Please… You wish to convert or just look around?”

  Gerard laughs. “I just wish to meet people. Your name?”

  “Ah… My name is Father Cotton.”

  “Mmm,“ said Gerard. “Gerard Persuvius.”

  “Ah… Well, Wighfigh faith means to treat all with fairness…” smiled Father Cotton.

  A Sheepwoman Nun, meanwhile, smiles and touches his head. “Ah… Father Cotton…”

  “Yes, Mother Sarah?”

  “Gerard Persuvius… Ah… He is an Usog User.”

  “Mmm… I wager he is indeed Nueva Yorcan, then. Would you like to feats with us?”

  That evening, Gerard is served a meal of fresh Deep Dish Pizza, a staple of Shikakow for centuries. Gerard smiles, and merely politely ate. It was made from Bison cheese and tomatoes, and had a quaint taste of oregano, basil, and thyme.

  “Quite nice. You guys are vegetarian, I’m guessing?” asked Gerard, seeing the various vegetable pizzas on the table.

  “Yes,” said one Sheepman. “We are a pacifistic race who believe the Great Wighfigh, the spider god, shall weave his mighty web to protect us all as long as we stay kind to many others. Ancient texts speak of this, calling it the World Wide Web.”

  “Amazing…” smiled Gerard.

  The Temple they are in is revealed to be a radio tower, with a 5G Tower installed on top.

  “Alas, the great Wighfigh speaks to us…“ smiled the Father. “They say it is a field of nigh-eternal knowledge and truth… Yet… Now… I sense something nearing us…”

  “What do you mean?” smiled Gerard, while he gently fed his pup a small amount of pemmican from his pocket.

  “No…” said the Father. “BANDITS!!! THE SECOND TEMPLE!!!”

  “That’s across the city!” yelled Gerard.

  “You’re fast, right?” asked the Father, as Gerard nods.

  “Oh no… I left my steed there!” yelled Gerard,

  Suddenly, two strange robotic beings began shooting the soldiers dead.

  They laugh, shooting at the poor and innocent people.

  “Grab their diesell!” yelled the first one, labeled “37” and the other labeled “68”. Both robots slit the throats of various of the pastors and temple-goers, grabbing as much energy modules as they can find. “Holy shit… Splooge…” he smiled, seeing the mutagenic energy source just at the center of their temple.

  Bite bobs her head to the right, moving like a chicken and staring at the robots.

  Bite roars and growls at them.

  “Ah… Cool! Holy fuckin’ shit, it’s a Pygmy Tyrannosaurus Rex Genetically-Engineered Chicken!” asked 68. “Fuck it. Let’s kill that thing!”

  They shot at Bite but Bite roars and charges, biting into his head and tearing off his spine.

  37 backs away. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!”

  The Rex spits his deceased mangled corpse out, and 37 shoots at the Rex over and over, only to be torn in half. “AAAAH!!! CAPTAIN!!! CAPTAIN!!! THERE’S A FUCKIN’ PYGMY-!!!” He deactivates.

  Bite roars and shrieks, wagging her tail. She bobs her head forward like a chicken.

  Bite bobs her head like a bird, moving so quickly to look closely at what she thought was alien to her, almost clucking and chirping.

  Bite growls and hisses, seeing five more robots enter the scene holding blasters.

  “Niner niner,” spoke 99, who shot at the robot with the other four, but Bite just shrugs off with her feathers protecting herself from the blasts, proceeding to tear them into pieces as they screamed in horror.

  The robots, seven of them outside, led by Captain 1, just stared as the robots were torn to pieces inside from a loud flicker of exploding light.

  A head, coupled with some strange organic tissue and rotten blood rolls over, leaking out what looks like Human gray matter.

  Suddenly, 1 is taken aback, hearing a loud “CLUCK”.

  Her head quickly leaves the doorway, bobbing forward like a chicken. She assesses the situation closely, seeing that what her master had considered an ally had been killed by similar beings. She shrieks and caws, charging. Her loud thuds from footsteps were so quick that it shook and vibrated the ground, where she dismantled and tore the creatures to pieces, with the Cyborg’s organic tissue spat out by her, finding the smell quite stinky. She shakes and wipes her head sideways using her feathers. She finally finds a piece of fresh meat in one Cyborg, “3”, and feats on his heart.

  1 backs away, pointing his blaster at her eye.

  She immediately realizes what he’s doing. He shoots, and she bobs her head so quickly thatthe blast, rather then striking her eye, bounces off from her head feather, which bounces back into 1’s face, blowing his brain into pieces

  She purrs, proceeding to eat the gray matter.

  Gerard finally arrives, and his pup facepalms along with him. Gerard sighs. “Honestly…”