Save the cat

BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP Your alarm clock blares red. You slap at it. Such weird dreams...a red sky, circling crows, making enough noise to drive you insane.... At the center of the vortex of feathers and cries sits something familiar.... BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP "God damn it," you mutter. [[Time to get up]] [[Hit snooze....-> You Wake Up]]

You heave yourself up, and rest your head in your hands for a moment. You were dreaming about something strange- something terrible and beautiful... It's gone. Your darkened apartment surrounds you, cool and silent. The floor feels cold as you stand. It's still dark out... daylight savings time? You're too groggy to remember if that happened recently. You feel like you lost time, certainly, like you awoke in the middle of the night, or you're jetlagged. [[Coffee]] [[Look Outside]]

No time to waste, time for some liquid courage. You pad to the kitchen, flicking a solitary light on as you go. You've been trying to get up early to work out...with an inconsistent level of success. But, hey. You gotta start somewhere. You spoon some black grounds into the coffee maker, and fill it up with water from the tap. You flick the button and wait as it spits and wheezes. Odin, your grey mane-coon, so named because of his one good eye and surly personality, is usually all over you by this point, begging to be fed. He must be sleeping in, for once. You could open a can- God knows he could hear that sound fast asleep, miles away, from the very depths of hell itself. [[Feed Odin]] [[Have your coffee first]]

You pull back the curtain, and are shocked to see some very bad weather outisde. The sky is a dull, bloody red, with low lying clouds moving fast. It looks horrific, almost post-apocalyptic. [[Weird]] [[Fuck it, Go back to bed-> You Wake Up]]

Out of a sense of obligation, you reach under the kitchen sink and feel around for the wide, flat cans of cat food. You've been weaning him off Liver treats recently, so you've been trying to feed him consistently. With a yawn, you find one, pull it out into the light and crack it open. The almost-food-but-not-quite smell hits you, and you place the opened can on the floor next to Odin's fountain. This'll draw him out. You wait for a moment. Nothing. Super strange. "Odie?" you call. "Floof? Where are you?" [[Where is that damn cat?]] [[I've lost sight of the important thing: coffee->Have your coffee first]]

You slop a generous helping of creamer in, and lift the steaming mug to your lips. The first sip slides down your throat, and you feel a little fist at the back of your skull you didn't know you were squeezing unclench. Thank god. The wind howls outside- super loud. It's never this loud. Did you leave a window open? [[Investigate the sound->Where is that damn cat?]] [[Nah, finish the coffee first]]

It is. It is weird. [[Go back to bed->You Wake Up]] [[Coffee Will Fix This->Coffee]]

This is definitely strange- not how mornings go. You decide to investigate. As you round the kitchen doorway, you see something strange- a shattered windowpane in your front door! "What the hell??" you cry. You head down the hallway- the blood-red sky bright through the jagged hole. Ruffled feathers and sharp beaks beak through.... Two birds, huge, black, cawing with deep, throaty cries fight to get in, knocking pieces of glass loose. "Hey! Hey!" you shout, waving your arms to scare them off. As you near, they take flight, mocking cries quickly fading. [[Damn it!]]

Coffee before all else. CRASH! You spit a full mouthfull all over the countertop. What the hell was that? [[Investigate the sound->Where is that damn cat?]]

That'll be an expensive fix. The house is old- that pane'll be a custom replacement. You don't have the funds for this right now.... Then, you see it. Caught on the edge of the broken glass, blowing this way and that in the wind... A tuft of long, gray hair. Like the fur belonging to your very indoor cat. Odin. Oh no! [[Bolt out the front door]] [[Let's think about this]]

You bolt out the front door, and skid a stop on the porch. Outside, the red sky above menaces you. It feels...angry. The air is muggy, thick. Around, the cries of crows, or maybe ravens sound. What is this, close encounters of the third kind? A gust of wind wails around you, and you hear a SLAM! The front door's closed. You try the handle. Locked, of course. This really isn't your day. [[Stick your hand through the broken glass]] [[Let's think about this]] [[Worry about it after you find the cat]]

You have a key in your pocket, you put it there when you went to get coffee. Force of habit. You won't be stuck outside. Cell phone's on you too, but for some reason you didn't charge it last night.... Odin has an airtag on his collar! But with 2% battery, you'll hardly be able to find him with it. But if you stop to charge it, he could get further away... [[Charge your phone]] [[Just go after the cat->Worry about it after you find the cat]]

You carefully edge your hand through the shattered glass pane.... you feel the handle....unlock the lock.... CAW! A particularly loud birdcall erupts behind you, and you jerk back... SLICE!!! An electric jolt shoots through your forearm as a bright red line appears across it. Blood starts to drip on the floor. It won't kill you, but it's bleeding pretty good. [[Go back inside and tend to the wound]] [[The cat comes first.]]

You'll be damned if this isn't gonna be a pain in the butt when you get back, but, time is of the essence. Odin is adventurous to a fault- and he's probably getting further away. You head out the front door into the street, no idea where you're going. The streets stretch out on either side like an endless maze. Nobody else is up this early, it seems. No cars, no movement behind the windows. No joggers. "Should have slept in," you mutter. You pick a direction and start walking. [[Call out to Odin]] [[Just keep looking->Find my damned cat]]

You're about to start up the stairs, when you remember your go-bag! A couple of odds and ends in case of an emergency- always be prepared, right? It has a portable battery pack in it, should power the phone, if you can only find it. [[Check the closet]] [[Check under the stairs->Flashlight, survival blanket, radio, kitty treats]]

You stumble back in the house, cursing, and holding your bloody forearm. You kick open the bathroom door, and with shaking hands open the medicine cabinet. Inside, you find rubbing alchohol and gauze. You'll probably need stitches later, but this will do for now. There's a crash from the other end of the house. You freeze, breathing hard. Something here feels super wrong. You peek around the corner, into the back yard.... A man moans, swaying. His eyes are pure white, skin pulled back over his teeth. He clacks them together. He looks like a fucking zombie from a movie.... [[Welp, looks like I'm staying inside.]] [[That's not going to keep me from finding my cat->Worry about it after you find the cat]] [[Time to get the go-bag]]

You run out into the street. The wind whistles in your ears, and seems to say "blooood." You jump. That's creepy. It's blowing in a steady direction now. "Come," it seems to whisper, "Bloooood." A shiver runs through you. [[Follow the Wind]] [[Go back inside and tend to the wound]]

You sure? [[Sorry Odin, it's been real. I'm going back to bed->You Wake Up]] [[I'm not gonna wuss out. Time to find my cat->Worry about it after you find the cat]]

You have a go bag? [[Doesn't everybody?]] [[Just in case of emergencies->Flashlight, survival blanket, radio, kitty treats]]

I don't. What's in it? [[Flashlight, survival blanket, radio, kitty treats]] [[10,000 cash and a whole bunch'a guns]]

You head back and grab your go-bag. It's got the flashlight, the survival blanket, a first aid kit, solar powered radio, kitty treats in it. And a power brick! A recent addition...you wonder if it's still charged. You plug in your dying phone. It springs to life. [[Track Odin's Airtag]]

Are you serious? [[No, it's just some camping gear->Flashlight, survival blanket, radio, kitty treats]] [[9/11 was an inside job]]

Ugh. [[Lock and Load]]

Now heavily armed, you head out the front door in search of your cat. There's a woman stumbling down the street. She's looking a lot like a zombie. She doesn't see you yet. What do you do? [[Sneak around her->Try to lose them between the houses]] [[Blow her damn head off]]

Nope. [[Check under the stairs->Flashlight, survival blanket, radio, kitty treats]]

You fire up your phone- He's not far! A couple blocks down, in a local park. Makes sense he'd head there- there's lots of natural space. [[Shouldn't be that big of a deal]] [[But what if I did this while heavily armed?]]

"Odie!" You shout, feeling foolish. The ravens overhead caw louder. You look up, and there's a whole swarm of them, in the trees, wheeling overheard. Their cries are getting louder. "Odin!" you shout, picking up your pace. A long, mournful, animal moan answers you this time. Down the street, you see another person! He's too far off to see clearly, but he sure is moving weird. He's stumbling, weaving along the street. [[Avoid him->Try to lose them between the houses]] [[He could need my help]]

You're not a medical professional or anything, just a concerned citizen, but hey- be the change you wish to see in the world, right? "Hey! You okay?" You call. The figure jerks to a stop, and perks up towards you. Then it runs at you. Way too fast. [[Run!]] [[Am I gonna have to fight this person?]]

Nope. You've seen the Walking Dead, you ain't going down like this. You turn tail and bolt, blood pumping in your ears. Which way should you go? [[Keep to the street- faster that way]] [[Dash amongst the houses, try to lose 'em->Try to lose them between the houses]]

Wait, you know how to fight? [[Totally]] [[Nope->Run!]]

You run, but as you do, more shambling bodies appear from houses and alleyways. Soon, you're being followed by a whole army of moaning, groaning figures. Your breath burns in your lungs- you can't keep this up forever. What do you do? [[Keep running!]] [[Try to lose them between the houses]]

How? [[I'm a natural badass]] [[Took Karate as a kid- hope it holds up]]

The running man nears, and your horrified to see bone-white eyes and pallid skin, lips pulled back from nashing teeth. You don't have time to think. Time for some natural badassery. Unfortunately, a bunch of youtube videos and overconfidence doesn't help much. He slams into you, and you feel those gnashing teeth sink into your forearm. You scream, and something primal kicks in. The next thing you're aware of is stomping on his head, which pops like a ripe melon. Your breath catches in your throat. Did you just kill a guy? Pretty badass after all. Only now your arm is bleeding. [[Go back inside and tend to the wound]] [[Now I really gotta find my cat->The cat comes first.]]

As the man approaches you, years old instinct kicks in, and you find yourself throwing him over your hip. He crashes into the ground head first, and you hear a SNAP. He twitches twice, then lays motionless on the ground. Holy shit! Did you just kill a guy? What do you do now? [[Find my damned cat]] [[Go back to the house and get my GO-bag full of guns->10,000 cash and a whole bunch'a guns]]

You're not sure which way to go, and now you're lost in your own neighborhood. You think for a moment. All of this feels so strange. The birds overhead caw suddenly, and all fly in one direction- a tsunami of irredescent black feathers, a symphony of cries. [[Go towards the birds' gathering place]] [[Go in the other direction]]

You sure seem pretty sure she was a zombie- I wish I had your confidence. The shot echoes all around as her head explodes. She drops to the ground. The birds all around caw and fly away.... Before they dive down and start to feast on her flesh. You turn away, stomach lurching. You may have just shot a lady with very little evidence she was a threat, but even you have limits. Uh Oh. More moans. From the surrounding houses and alleyways, more stumbling figures appear. First one, then ten, then hundreds. They must have been attracted to the sound. They lurch towards you hungrily. [[Good thing I've been running in the mornings->Run!]] [[Yippee Kay Yay Motherfucker. Let's do this.]]

You start blasting, the gun growing hot in your hand. You're a pretty good shot- most times you hit home, but with every shot more shambling bodies appear. You start to panic, and drop a box of ammunition. You're stooping to reload when you feel icy fingers on your neck, The first bite hurts like hell. You turn and fire, but then they're all around you. Your body becomes a carnival of pain, as you struggle, twitch, and scream. Your vision is filled with gnashing teeth, and all you can hear are the sounds of your own bloody entrails leaving your body, and the cawing of Ravens overhead. Pain burns through you- you feel like you've been dipped in fire. [[Let it end]]

Your last breath leaves your body, and the world fades away, not to black, but to something even more profoundly empty. [[This must be a bad dream->You Wake Up]]

You run, and run, but the hoard seems endless. There are more and more, and soon they're coming not just from the houses behind you, but those ahead of you as well. You back away. You're surrounded. There's nowhere to run. From all around, shambling bodies close in... [[Cry for help]]

You duck down an alleyway, and hop a fence, hoping against hope the yard will be empty. Thankfully, it is. You listen, and whatever was heading towards you seems to pass by. You pant, heatrate slowly dropping. Listening. It's quiet now, but for the Ravens. That was horrifying. What now? [[Find my damned cat]] [[Go back to the house, get my go-bag->Time to get the go-bag]]

The wind whispers in your ears now, telling you things in a tongue you don't understand. As you follow its path, shadows seem to dance before your eyes- great figures striding over the houses, half-material and half mist, great battles taking place throughout the heavens. Trippy. Should have had more coffee, you must still be half asleep. "Onward, onward, we must have blood," the wind whispers. [[Follow it]] [[Are you fucking kidding me? Nope.->Go in the other direction]]

"Help me!!" You scream in desperation. You try to think of other ways of defending yourself, but panic has set in, and you can barely feel your hands or your face. "Help me!!" Unfortunately, there's no one around but the zombies. Your cries seem to spur them on. The first bite hurts like hell. Then they're all around you. Your body becomes a carnival of pain, as you struggle, twitch, and scream. Your vision is filled with gnashing teeth, and all you can hear are the sounds of your own bloody entrails leaving your body, and the cawing of ravens overhead. Pain burns through you- you feel like you've been dipped in fire. [[Let it end]]

You follow the birds' flight, giving any more shambling shadows a wide berth, moving swiftly, silently. Finally, you reach a footbridge- you recognize this place! It's a park, not to far from your house. It seems to be where the birds are heading. As you near it, you notice something strange. Two huge statues of ravens now guard the entrance to the bridge. They must be new additions. As you approach, you marvel at how huge and realsitic they look. That is, until one of them moves. You leap back, and the other croaks at you. [[Nope, I'm out->Go in the other direction]] [[Try to Stay Calm]]

You hop a fence, duck under a trellis, and soon find yourself back out on a street. On it, an old man stands, looking straight up in the air, his mouth open. You freeze, heart pounding at the eerie sight. As you stare, he slowly turns towards you, and smiles a wicked smile, the other half of his face covered in blood. "The blood," he whispers, and starts towards you. [[Run!]] [[Am I gonna have to fight this person?]]

You head out of the house, and turn in the direction of the park. Should be about a 5 minute walk. The sky overhead grows even more ominous, with purple threading its way through the red clouds, making the whole thing seem like some giant, living creature. Like you've been swallowed by something monstrous as to eat the sky. You hear a banging sound, echoeing from the distance. As you head further on, it gets louder. You see a man, dressed in a jogger's outfit. He's walking into a closed garage door. He smacks it, rebounds, then smacks it again. From a distance, you think you can even see a streak of blood where his head has hit. [[Check on him->He could need my help]] [[Let's get the cat and get in the house]]

You do own guns, but how would that help things now? [[It wouldn't, nevermind->Shouldn't be that big of a deal]] [[The only way to stop a bad guy with a gun...->9/11 was an inside job]]

You continue on your way, shivering. Something is very wrong. All around you, in the shadows of houses and trees you see figures behaving strangely- twitching, jerking, crouching over other figures on the ground. You hurry along. The park is nearby- just across a footbridge. As you approach it, notice two huge statues that must have been recently added, that seem to guard one side of the bridge. They're ravens, as tall as you. They're stunningly realistic- their massive feathers shine irridescent. It's probably a trick of the eye, but they seem to blow in the wind. You get nearer to admire them, when one moves, fixing you with a single ebony eye. [[Screw This, I'm Out->Go in the other direction]] [[Try to Stay Calm]]

You breathe deeply, trying to still yourself. Both giant birds are moving now. "What think you?" One says to the other. "I don't remember," the other says. They both laugh- deep, inhuman sounds. [[Who are you?]] [[Stay silent]]

"I think I am," says one. "I remember I am," says another. [[Stay silent]] [[What?->What are you talking about?]]

The birds regard you, seemingly appraisingly. "Knowledge often speaks, yet wisdom is silent," one says. The other gives a series of low clicks, as if in agreement. "He has offerings," the first says. "I can smell them," "Yet, does he have wisdom?" says the other. "We shall see," says the first. [[What are you talking about?]] [[Stay silent->Stay silent 2]]

"I think we ask the questions here," says one "I remember that we do," says the other. [[What questions?]] [[Stay silent->Stay silent 2]]

"I do not remember," says one "I do not think you are ready," says another. They both laugh. [[You're not making sense->Who are you?]] [[Stay silent->Stay silent 2]]

"He listens," says one. "We'll see," says the other. "What is older than time," says one "Sweeter than love," says the other "Colder than death," says the first "And if you eat it, you die?" they say together. They stare at you, blinking. [[What?->What are you talking about?]] [[The Sea->Wrong]] [[The Soul->Wrong]] [[My Cat Odin->Wrong]] [[Nothing]]

They begin to laugh, and laugh and laugh. Soon their laughter gets louder and louder. You clasp your hands over your ears, and are terrified to find they're slick with blood. Your very body itself vibrates, and you feel as though you'll come apart at the seams. Pain lances like lightning between your ears, and still the laughter gets louder... [[Let it end]]

The birds blink at you. "I think nothing," One says "I remember nothing" another says." "Look up!" says the first, as they step aside to cross the bridge. [[Just cross the bridge]] [[Look up as you cross]]

Above you, the roar of something too large to comprehend echoes, seeming to shake the very earth itself below you like a struck bell. You hurry, not daring to look up. Further ahead, you see something strange- the ravens are wheeling around, creating a vortex, a tornado...something you've seen before,, somehow, but you can't quite place it. And in its center is something familiar. A relatively small, grey shape. [[Odin?]]

As you hurry into the park,, you glance skyward, and your breath catches in your throat. Behind the roiling clouds, you see something moving- something so titanic it boggles the mind. Saurian claws gracefully dip through the clouds. You break out in a cold sweat. The clouds part, and an impossibly large face- scaled, snouted, with titanic gold-slitted eyes, dips down below the cloud over. As it lowers itself towards you, you stagger back. Its nostrils are as large as semi-trucks. Its teeth small buildings. Somehow, it grows larger and closer. [[Keep walking->Just cross the bridge]] [[Stop and stare]]

Titanic jaws hinge open, and inside them, a fire like the sun glows. Then the sky is gone, a new sky above- dark, slick, wet, with a burning sun at its center. You begin to feel its heat... it grows hotter...hotter.... It burns. Pain like you've never known sears through your body and mind. You are being cooked alive, but this sun inside the beast. [[Let it end]]

Your cat sits in the center of the vortex of black birds. He turns his one good eye towards you, and it seems to pierce you through as the sky above roils with unseen shapes. You slow as you near him. It's definitely him. Grey hair, bright golden eye, tufts of fluff at the ends of his ears. A collar you bought him. He regards you regally. He speaks in the deep voice of a man. It doesn't come from his mouth, but rather seems to come from the very air around you. I HUNGER, SERVANT, he says. [[Say nothing]] [[I have brought you an offering]] [[Pspspsps]]

As the wind pushes your back, you find yourself careening down streets. All around you, pale figures with whited-out eyes line up, solemnly watching you pass. You feel giddy, as if the world around you is happy with your presence. Mad joy bubbles up in you like you're filled with champaign. But wait! A niggling voice says in the back of your head. This isn't right...something here is bad, very bad! Your feet seem to carry you forward outside of your own will. [[Snap out of it!!->Go in the other direction]] [[Let it happen]]

Soon, you prance down a curving street, that ends in a park, one you've been to before, back when you used to babysit for extra money in highschool. Elms, junipers, even a small lake, and a huge playground. It's nice. Overhead, under the roiling clouds, a waterfall of black feathers streams towards it, crying in ecstacy and agony. The streets are lined with the hollow-eyed, and their moans rise into the muggy air, forming a hellish chorus, a dirge. Up head, the birds swirl around something, forming a vortext that feels familiar somehow. As you get closer, and the dark symphony around you swells, you see something familiar at its center. Something small, grey, and fluffy. [[Odin?]]

A too-human sneer crosses his lips. LET NOT YOUR AWE BE YOUR DOWNFALL. WHAT HAVE YOU BROUGHT ME? [[Pspspsps]] [[I have brought you an offering]]

You take stock of what you have with you. Odin, wreathed in his cloak of Ravens, the sky roiling above him, an army of the dead at his command, and the cries of world-eating serpents echoing between the houses, regards you. CHOOSE YOUR WORDS CAREFULLY, MORTAL, LEST THEY BE YOUR FATE. [[I have brought you blood->You have?]] [[I have brought you kitty treats]] [[I have brought you my love->Just my undying love and affection]] [[I have this here gun]]

For a moment he stands, ready to run over to you for butt scratches like he always has, then his brow furrows. DO NOT INSULT ME MORTAL. I WILL GRIND YOUR BONES TO DUST AND BURN THAT DUST TO ASH UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT OF YOU BUT HOT AIR. [[So sorry. I've brought you an offering->I have brought you an offering]] [[Bad Kitty!]]

Odin ROARS, the air itself around you seeming to strain, ready to tear asunder. Then he freezes, looking terrified. HAST THOU THE SPRAY BOTTLE? [[I do]] [[No, I don't]]

DO NOT TOY WITH ME! He shrieks. IF THOU HADS'T THAT WE WOULD NOT BE HAVING THIS CONVERSATION. I GIVE YOU ONE FINAL CHANCE. WHAT IS THY OFFERING? [[Wait! I brought something->I have brought you an offering]] [[Just my undying love and affection]]

Odin seems to relax a bit. THIS WAS A WISE CHOICE. LAST CHANCE, SERVANT. WHAT HAST THOU BROUGHT ME? [[I have brought you an offering]] [[Just my undying love and affection]]

THAT IS NOTHING! Odin howls. THEN YOU WILL SERVE IN A DIFFERENT WAY. FEAST MY CHILDREN!! All at once, the birds around you begin to swoop close. As they come near, their wingtips kiss your skin. It almost tickles..... Until one takes a chunk out of your arm with its beak. Soon, another, and another. You wail, and then the pain is all around you, blood pouring out of a million tiny wounds. You fall ot your knees, and Odin saunters forward. His birds continue to tear at you, ripping chunk after painful chunk. You kneel, then fall to the ground. Soon, you are staring with fading sight into Odin's one good eye. He licks your face- a final gesture of affection, perhaps? You realize with horror that no- he's dirnking your blood. The pain, the horror of it all overwhelms you... [[Let it end]]

You hold up your bleeding arm. "I've brought you blood," you say, voice quavering. Odin regards you cooly. HOW MUCH? He asks. You balk. What does he mean? "...this...much?" you say, turning the hand over to show him. [[He looks pissed->Just my undying love and affection]]

Everything grinds to a halt. Even the roiling clouds seem to freeze. WHAT KIND? Odin asks, eyes wide. You pull them from the go-bag. "Liver?" you say softly. Odin licks his lips. HOW MANY CAN I HAVE? He asks. You look around at the apocolypse. [[Just one->Just my undying love and affection]] [[As many as you want]]

Do you? Where is it? [[In my pocket->I do]] [[Hidden in the back of my pants->I do]] [[In my go-bag]]

You reach into your Go-Bag, and grip your favorite pistol. Maybe if you can get a shot off, all this ends. Maybe. It could be your one shot. But if your cat is some kind of eldritch God, would it even scratch him? There's only one way to find out. [[Shoot your cat]] [[Just kidding, I didn't bring you anything->Just my undying love and affection]] [[I also have kitty treats]]

Man, you're a terrible pet owner. You sure? [[No, I can't. I'll admit I have nothing for him->Just my undying love and affection]] [[Double tap this little bitch]]

Do you really? [[Yes!]] [[No]]

You whip a pistol out of the bag, take aim, and fire. The bullet screams through the air, and hits Odin in the throat. The whole world freezes for a moment. Blood begins to spread under his chin. He begins to float away, break up, as if he were no more than collected fluff. Then, so does the ground around him. And the sky above. And the houses, and the people, the playground. All that's left is the cawing laughter of Ravens. Soon, you float alone in a freezing void. Not dead, not alive, for death and life need time to happen, and there is no time here, no space, no nothing. Only you, forever, in the freezing dark. Oh, and your bag of guns. The End.

Huh. Where are they then? [[In my back pocket this whole time->I do]] [[I found them on the way here->I do]] [[They were in the go-bag]]

Why would you have those? Best not to lie to the God cat. He's starting to look impatient. [[I have....->I have brought you an offering]]

And you're not just being a meta-gaming little bitch? [[No, I've got them->I have brought you kitty treats]] [[Fine, yes, I'm a meta-gaming little bitch->I do]]

Odin eyes the bag, then flicks his gaze back up to you. OKAY GUYS, he says, addressing the dragon in the sky, the ravens, the army of zombies, and the roiling clouds. WE'RE GOOD HERE. COME, SERVANT. He walks forward, tail in the air, daintily picking his away across the grass. Above, the clouds roll back, a giant tail ascends into space, and people start to shake their heads and become themselves again, returning the world back to what it recently was. He walks past you, glancing back to make sure you're following. [[Follow him home]] [[What the fuck man?]]

The home dynamic has changed a bit, but at least everyone's alive. You're losing money on liver snacks, and every once in a while a giant raven will drop off a sacrificed goat in your backyard, but other than that everything's fine. You sit on the couch, Odin on your chest, scratching him under the chin just how he likes. Slowly, you both fall asleep. THE END.

WHAT WAS WHAT? He asks, bristling. [[Nothing, we're good.->Follow him home]]

Wait, you're bleeding? Why? [[Nosebleeds. They're the worst->Nice Try]] [[My shoulder where that random dude bit me->I have brought you blood]] [[My ears from all the Raven's cawing->Nice Try]] [[My arm from some broken glass->I have brought you blood]]

Your cat is some kind of eldritch God, and you're gonna try to bullshit your way out of this one? [[Guess not->I do]]