You come upon a white-tail deer with stubby horns and a general lack of clothing, save a loincloth. He seems to be generally friendly, but in that asylum inmate kind of way. You know, the sort which grin happily at nothing, and are more than content to talk about anything, but the guards told you not to bring up the government, aliens, or security cameras? Yah. That sorta friendly.

You wonder how he got here. You also wonder how you got here. In fact, come to think of it, you wonder where here is. It seems as though the narrorator of this story hasn't told you. What a nasty bastard, right? Putting a story in second person, but not telling you anything about what's actually going on.

Anyway, the deer greats you an introduces himself as Chaotic Order. You ask where the rest of the Order is, and he points to his head. "Up here," he says. "It's already too crowded. We aren't taking any more members at the moment."

You decide it's best not to ask what kind of fur the loincloth is.


Accepting commisions... not that you'd want one. Go spend your money on someone who can draw.