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“Very outdated info.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…”
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“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…”