u/Sanity_uprooted

So I just saw this. Going through like my 6th or 7th play through on this game, and this is the first time I paid attention to the subtitles. But after you leave Beaux's house, he's talking to his dogs and says, "It's alright, we're all shittin in the house today"

It made me laugh and I wanted to share a little tidbit I just noticed

I drove to the house where the swinger party was to be held. I was nervous as a single female but, hey I wanted to let loose. Been dealing with so much shit, a night of meaningless sex was what I needed.

The house was huge, palatial, there were cars packing the street and other people were also filtering in.

The first hint that something was wrong was seeing all the children. A group were in the corner laughing and I could hear them bullying something. I walked past them and headed to the backrooms, that is where the orgy was supposed to happen after all. I could hear the moans and the slapping of flesh.

I had just gripped the hem of my shirt when I saw in the doorway, three or four toddlers just hanging out... and I shook my head in disgust. What were these people doing. The kids in the front of the house at least had some entertainment, but these kids... they were just sitting there.

I turned around and started heading back out when I heard the loud yelp of a puppy. I went to the group of bullies and shoved them aside finding a bulldog puppy, maybe it was a mastiff, not sure but it was a puppy, that had teeth, i could see little fangs just bloody on the ground.

"Where'd you get the pup?" I asked picking it up and looking it over.

"Found it outside Home Depot." One of the kids said. "Give him back, he still has a lesson to learn."

"How bout I buy him off you for ten bucks?" I asked taking pictures of the dog's mouth and the scattered teeth.

"Yeah sure, but cash first." The kid said pulling the dog from my arms.

"I'll be back, don't hurt him anymore." I left quickly. I got in my car and went to the closest store. The cashier was an asshole and ignored my attempts to get his attention. Every time I asked him a question, he turned to another customer. Finally, frustrated, I went to an ATM and as I pulled out my wallet, $70 fell out of my pocket, two twenties and three tens. Gripping the cash tightly, I raced back to the house and bought the pup.

He whimpered pathetically in my arms and as I got him in my car, first I worried about him getting motion sick, then I started worrying about what I'd tell my roommate about the puppy I'm bringing home, what I'd do about my own dog already at home and how I'd get them to get along. Then about the vet bills and reporting the party and the loose kids.

I couldn't decide what to do first and just stressed out as I drove my car. I woke up nearly hyperventilating over all the choices I needed to make.

The dream stuck with me all day, so I decided to write it out and hopefully all the stress I'm dealing with will leave me alone.

I have an addiction to betting on myself. Even though I don't build the fastest vehicles, I do build strategic ones. The race starts with a mountain climb that splits into two paths. The first is a gentle slope to the left, and the second is a near vertical climb. They come together at the peak and it's a chaotic descent dodging boulders and trees on a road that twists and switches back on itself so sharply if you don't slow down you shoot off into a chasm so deep you'll never find your way out again. The final stretch is near flat with the occasional rolling hill that offers enough slope that if you don't pick up speed before hitting it, you're slowed considerably. Finally, a sharp curve approaches the starting line from behind to finish the race.

I'd been racing on these slopes for months. I crafted my motorbike to handle the slopes and switch backs so that when I reach them, they aren't a hindrance to me.

I have yet to win a race against vehicles that start out fast, but finally, I felt the bike I had would be enough.

The race started with a bang, and I took the sharp hill to the right. I'm pushing my bike for all its worth up the mountain. I check my position to see that for once, as I approach the peak. I'm in the top five.

I get to the top and am passed by several vehicles as we turn to descend.

I let gravity drag us down. I find my streamline and just follow it to dodge the rocks and boulders. I'm watching for specific trees that I can use to swing around curves and switchbacks without losing too much speed.

I'm overconfident by the time I hit the flat road. I gun the bike as I hit slopes, jumping them with ease and slamming down on the other side.

Coming to the final curve, I'm in first, and honestly, this had been my best run. I just needed to reach the finish line, just.... need.... to.... reach... the.... finsih..........

A car cuts me off, and I skid into a slide to avoid slamming into the side of the car.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" A woman yells as her window squeals open. "The sun is being strange!! Don't get caught in it!"

I watched as she peeled off. I looked for my bike, finding it off on the side of the road. I'm promptly passed losing the race again, but seeing as the sun would be rising shortly. I head off to where I'm staying.

I had been house sitting for a buddy of mine in his mansion. It was large and spacious, with a smaller attached home to the side.

I'd clean the big home. It was manageable since I didn't make that big of a mess in my daily tasks, but the smaller home... I don't know who had been staying there, but they were slobs, and I'm sure the house should be condemned.

When I reached the mansion, the sun had peaked over a mountain, and the rays felt like fire on my skin. I closed the door against its heat and began closing window shades.

The sun still felt like it was getting in, so I gathered my laptop and games and found a hall that was in darkness and began setting up a comfort nook.

As I began crafting a pallet, I remembered the small house attached to the mansion had a few windows.

I approached the small door from the kitchen and stepped through into the small side home. The mess in this part of the house had me cringing, but it was the safest spot.

As I began to clean, I saw a child race from the couch into a side room. "Who is there?" I yelled, following him.

In a side room with a bed, I saw three young boys cowering and shaking the bed.

"What are you doing he..." i barely got out before a white man in shorts and a tank launched out of the bed throwing fists.

I dodged and backed up, trying to explain myself. He wouldn't let me, and I nearly took a fist to the gut if I hadn't dodged back behind a counter.

"The hell you doing in my home?" He snarled, ready to fight.

"I'm staying next door, my friend gave... well, he is loaning me his home while he's out of town so long as I clean and maintain it. I didn't know anyone else was staying out here, or I would have locked the door between the houses.

He allowed me to walk back to my side and we locked the doors between them.

On occasion, though. I'd knock to share food or offer up food I didn't like to them. They looked poor, almost like squatters, but I discovered it was his ex-girlfriend and her family. He had one kid with her. The other two belonged to the man she had staying with her. The child support he gave her for his son was controlled through a mediator, and anytime she needed to buy something for him, the mediator made sure it was just for my friends son. Everything else they had to earn the money for, so I tried to be nice to them.

The dream transitioned from out communal living to one I can hardly remember before I woke up. All I can snippets of is pain and traveling.

Being a part of the army wasn’t easy, especially when we began hunting Garlic. He'd been an officer to a drug tycoon we had doggedly chased any lead for, and finally, after years, it took down, but we missed Garlic.

We finally found Garlic in the Middle East. He fought us relentlessly, but it didn't take long for us to bring down his organization next. I wish things went as smoothly as that, but Garlic had a son, who we then had to find before he completed his rise to power.

it had been 10 years, but finally, I found Garlic Jr's compound. Somewhere outside a small town in Nebraska. Me and my partner worked hard to find a way to infiltrate the compound.

When at last we got in, he told me to wait as he snuck in further. "If anything happens to me," he said, "watch over my family."

I nodded and hid under a bush as he ran deeper.

I had been sitting hidden for hours but was spotted when the bush up and walked off. I tried to play off , but I was confused and ran to find an exit as people yelled threats my way. Finally, I broke the line of sight and shifted. Something I hadn't done in years.

I was a honey badger now. I snuck about trying to find my way off the compound. I got close to a gate, but then there were bigass dogs. Dobers and Mastiffs. I hid behind a tractor, waiting for their master to call them. One Doberman spotted me and trotted over. The little nub where his tail used to be wagging.

He sniffed at me and then began demanding pets. I acquiesced with my little paws. The other dogs came by likewise demanding pets.

Then, the owner of the pups started calling for them and wandering over. I hissed and dashed past them, making my way away from the compound.

Hours later, I heard of my partner getting caught and killed. He'd apparently made it to Garlic Jr's room and nearly killed him, but he was struck down.

I made a call then. To our head quarters. Should have done it long ago. I gave the operator my name and rank, informed them of Garlic Jr's location, and then made my way to my partners home.

His wife had already received the news and was devastated. She cried in her bed, her belly swollen. I burrowed under the house and set up as sentry.

The woman gave birth to a daughter a couple of months later, and I became the defacto guardian angel of the child and imaginary friend. My partners wife eventually got remarried to a man I approved of, and they began raising the girl. Mind you, I kept out of sight the whole time. I ran off the ill-suitors, but this guy, he was sweet and goofy. He wore glasses and wasn't afraid to show affection.

One morning, as they prepared for lent, it had come early in the year, around early February. They had been goofing around while Cherie waddled about with abandon. I snuck into the house to keep an eye on her. She'd become so rambunctious. I played with her often as a badger. Helping her to learn to crawl, then walk, and even run. I felt it was my duty.

I had snuck into the living room, but the woman was cleaning. I tried to sneak around her, but she caught sight of me, and I froze.

"There you are." She laughed. "You must be the 'ghost' attached to this house."

I shifted and sat in her living room. "Attached to the family, actually." I muttered.

"Why us? Do we know you?" She asked me.

"I knew your first husband." I said. "His wish for when he died, was I take care of you and keep you safe."

She smiled.

We spoke at length about my origins, and eventually, she invited me to continue staying. I kept to my badge form and just became an exotic pet to them. If a mission came my way, I informed her and vanished for a couple of days but always returned. It was a great life, I regretted waking from it.

There was a cycle to life. We lived, a storm came, we died, we inhabited new bodies, and the storm came again. There was no stopping it. We had heralds who announced when the next storm would come. It had happened so often we didn't fight it.

I was getting sick of them, though. How could I not? There was anarchy amongst us. What consequence was there? I mean, we lived, we died, and we revived in new forms, no matter if we died to the storm or were murdered. All we had to do was wait for the storm, for the reset, and we were alive again.

I say there was no consequence, but if you died before the storm, your revival was delayed. A girl usually killed me. Always hunted me down. I'd been in car accidents, shoved off buildings, ran through with spears, and even shot. There was a long-standing grudge she had against me. Frankly, I forgot why.

While waiting for my latest incarnation, I decided, along with a few others, that we would fight this storm. I found the form I needed, I just needed to inhabit it.

"Looks like that form is taken. Do you wish to fight for it or inhabit another?" A voice asked.

"I'll fight." As soon as I said those words, I dropped into a classroom, my avatar a male, their avatar, a female. She bolted with a maniacal laugh, and I chased her. We ran the streets as she laughed and taunted me. I wouldn't give up my pursuit, however, and when she jumped down a ladder, I naively followed.

She was at the bottom with a knife that stuck into my gut. "Coward." I snarled as I began to fall. Before my eyes went black, I saw her knife coming for my throat.

I awoke in the body I needed. I didn't question the fortune, me and my friends and I just began to work.

It was concluded that the only way to stop the storm was to face the eye of it. We would gather what resources we could and drive to the heart of the storm.

There was pushback from others, demanding why we had to change a good thing. Why we couldn't let the cycle continue.

"You want to be driven mad. Death after death. Life after life. There is no reprieve for our souls. No rest. We carry these wounds, these traumas. We are sick of it. Sick of not knowing peace."

The storm hit with its usual ferocity. The earth shook, and the tempest whirled. We got in our vehicles and drove.

The closer we got to the eye, the stronger the winds buffeted the vehicle, shoving it this way and that. We had a seer, though. The seer guided us. Yelling to be heard above the gale as he stood in the back of the truck gripping the rollbars.

"Do not let these winds deter you!!" He roared. "Face the God and take back our freedom."

He was ripped from us as we hit the final wall of swirling wind and dust and then broke into peace.

The eye was as calm as a summer day. Trees swayed lazily, and a man held a picnic within.

"I challenge you." I roared. "Challenge you to end this farce and let us be."

The man stood with robes that extended into infinity, and we fought. As we fought, the world broke apart, and people fell into chasms as the earth quakes created massive fissures. I saw two friends reuniting, one bald and the other with a mass of white hair that was partially braided in complex designs they laughed and joked before descending upon each other in a massive fight.

I saw my rival, a lovesick smile on her face as she stared at a man sleeping, before a look of disgust came across her face as she tried to figure out how she lost our duel, and last I saw our lost seer. He stood before blackness and said, "I can not see a future storm, do not stop, take it down."

That blackness ate at the world around us, swallowing everything. Eventually, only the God and I remained. He carried not a scratch, but I was wounded, broken, and staring up at him from the ground. My breath labored as I raged within.

"I'm sorry. May you find your peace." He said, turning away.

The blackness swallowed my sight and I woke in my bed.

I was the fourth child in a branch family that was so far down the rung of succession, we were considered, for lack of a better word "slave cousins." Our family did the dredge work, serving under higher family members taking care of all their needs and wants.

My father didn't want this for our family, however. He felt we should be elevated. The amount of work we do, the places our hands reach, and the secrets we've effectively gathered. He felt we shouldn't be grunts, but officers.

My father worked hard, and when he'd saved enough, he approached the family board. my siblings and I waited close by the family estate, a massive 10 story condo complex with an inner garden.

He came out a short time later fuming. "If they won't elevate us," he growled, "we'll elevate ourselves."

He looked us over and said. "To reach 4th favor, we need to kill up to the sixth floor."

My siblings pulled their weapons. I readied the gloves and cart. I would be on body duty, as was agreed, since my job was domestic anyway.

The slaughter started on the second floor. I stood back and waited, listening to the screams and gunfight. I would move in when the all-clear sounded. For the time, though, I could twiddle my thumbs and listen.

"Why..." I heard seeing someone crawl towards me. "Why are you doing this?"

I moved away from the wall and grabbed a bat. They looked up at me with frightened eyes as I approached.

"We're just taking care of the lazy hanger-ons that provide nothing to the family." I lifted the bat over my head.

I woke to a phone call.

I had a job, my job was in a department store, I got a second job, at the local zoo. My job at the zoo required me to respond to alerts to check the fish who entered tubes with a tag.

I worked both jobs at the same time because they were across the street from each other. I worked both jobs because I needed the money.

In the midst of working both jobs, having a shifty day between them, I get roped into helping my boss at the department store with his side hustle as a detective. We were researching recent disappearances near the old cemetery.

We arrived late at night. We spoke to the grounds keeper, who pointed us in the direction of the old cemetery in the middle of the forest.

When we get there, we see a man nearly 10 feet tall, overweight, and built like a stuffed bear. He's also obviously naked, sitting on what I can only assume is a dias in an unholy shrine.

My boss asks about the people who've gone missing, and this beast of a man laughs, reaches behind him, and pulls out a hand, flinging it our way.

A battle ensues. This beastly man attempting to grab people and eat them while we fire bullets into his fat. He will flail and cry out but then rock his body forward to swipe at one of us.

At one point, my boss gets too close, and I watch the unhinged jaws decend to snap up his head, but a woman in a rabbit mask jumps in the way. The jaws snap around the top of her head, and she says something heartfelt and moving. I can't quite remember, I think she apologized as the jaws squeezed around her head, and the mask cracked in a macabre way as if tears were running from the eyes. Blood seeped through the cracks then and with a snap... the top part of her head was bitten off.

The man chortled like a pig then and tried to devour the rest of her body. My boss went crazy and started firing at his face, to which he roared and flailed.

I looked around for our backup, seeing the other women who came with us, clutching the previously thrown had to her face and crying.

I'm just thinking, wtf is this, and why am I a part of it when I start getting messages from the zoo about the backlog of fish needing to be examined and where the hell I am.

I freak out more because I need that job, but I can't leave my boss to the cannibal that is now crawling after him as he shoots at his face.

I think I have a moment of clarity as all this is going on and I decide that it's just not worth my time to try and keep with the scenario when I hear moaning and turn to the back up grinding her hips on the ground the hand no where in sight. I look at her face filled with pleasure and her discarded pants, and then just nope. It did not help the fat bastard thundered past me at that moment, and I saw things jiggling I did not want to see. I walked off. I don't know what happened.

Apparently, it was resolved, according to an article I saw later, but I quit all my jobs and was packing to move when I woke up.

"What have we here? Another sacrifice?"

I was frozen, I felt paralyzed as my eyes shot open from my pallet on the ground. A hand stroked at my hair as a hissing came from under the bed before me. I was staying at a friend's, but I could have sworn I'd fallen asleep in my own bed.

The creature moved over me. I felt a sharp pain as it dug nails into my hair as tried to wrench my head around so I would stare at it, but I knew, I knew to look at it would be my death.

It laughed that deep, resonate laugh you hear in Hollywood movies. A laugh that came from the bowels of hell. I saw white flesh and a lower jaw and snapped my eyes closed.

"Come now." It said, voice hissing, "look at me. Let us converse."

I tried to speak as I pulled the blanket over my head.

It laughed and grabbed the blanket it tugging it. I wrapped a hand around a thin arm, like bone covered by clammy flesh. My voice came out garbled.

I was thrust onto my back, it hovered over me, it's other hand stroking my face, going for my eyes. I grabbed that hand, too.

"E on, mon, hell" fuck why was it so hard to talk. I cleared my throat as it laughed.

"What's that sacrifice?" It asked. I could feel its mouth near my nose.

I squeezed my eyes tighter and forced my body to roll onto my side, tossing the demon off me as I kept hold of its hands.

"Begone, demon," my voice rasped. My tongue felt thick in my mouth. "Back to the bowels of hell from which you came." I cleared my throat and released the clammy flesh. "You have no power here. As God is my savior, I shall fear no evil."

It laughed.

"Begone, demon!" My voice was clearer in my ears. "Back to bowels of hell from which you came. As God is my savior, I shall fear no evil!"

There was a hiss, and a pop, and my eyes opened in my bed.

"Begone demon," I said, voice still thick with sleep. "You have no power here."

Heard some noise when I gathered random things and walked out of my camp to see this absolutely ginormous Gore Magala, followed up by an equally sizable tempered Arkveld. I felt puny in comparison. Even from a distance, they looked huge. Shadows of the collases, anyone?

the monsters in question