Aphelion

Well, there's some bad news coming for the writer of this story . . . I might as well go first.

1) Hilltops don't flood. They drain.

2) Glocks don't have external safeties.

3) Very -- VERY few vehicles are capable of doing what that Jeep supposedly did. And a Jeep isn't one of them.

4) The dialog is really poor. Sorry, I had to say it.

5) Where did these demons come from? And, more importantly -- WHY?

I'll let someone else take over from here . . .

Kyle

By he had a bad day.

Kyle, can you hear me?
Demon spy, wash the rain away.
C. B. Lovas writes the story in the way he wishes to say.
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Hilltops drown, turn brown, and fade away.
Glock's: Never safe when pointed your way.
G.I. Joe would disagree, a jeep is but a name for a vehicle of a countries military mid-'m'ights dream.
Rich or poor, what kind of dialogue am 'I' trying to say.
Demons, ah now, those I know well.
Coming from inside, they drown out reason to replace it with pain.
Why? Ask Kyle, it's his dream.
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Kyle, can you hear me?
Kyle, are you there?
Kyle, why did you drive away?
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HaHaHa...
Kyle can't answer now.
Why?
Because I've feasted on his heart, his brain.
I've taken his pain away.
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The end