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Guardian Core Chronicles Death Becomes Me


Guardian Chronicles
Death becomes me
Guardian year 5608 Earth year 1608
Prologue by Matt
Hi it’s me your old friend Matt. Normally a routine mission like delivering a package fro m one place to another
wouldn’t be noteworthy of a log, but I got mission to tell you about that was anything but routine. Reaper was
accused of murdering a silver Guardian, Master Etan became temporarily insane and a powerful new force
arose. What you are about to read, is a murder mystery. Can you figure out who the guilty party is before the
end? Will you arise to the challenge? Can you become a Guardian of truth?
Andrea’s comments
The next five years after the wedding came and went in a blur. The new Reaper we simply called Drax.
Occasionally we had some fights like any other couple, but we got along for the most part. I knew the things he
liked and was able to use them to soften him up a bit anyway. But even at worst he was still easier to deal with
than the original Reaper had been. I'm ashamed to say that part of me was hoping he wouldn't come back. I took
Drax back in time to witness several famous battles. Some of which I was apart of. He loved all the blood and
gore of the more primitive’s battles involving swords and battle axes. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let’s
consider the last five years. Drax, dear why don't you tell them about how you saw it?
Drax's comments
I was hoping that faker didn't come back either. He doesn't know what he is missing. He thinks being married is
such a horrible thing. And it would be to the wrong person. Don't get me wrong, Andrea can still get on my
nerves sometimes and I have to put her in her place, but she's not a bad wife. I find her love of battle strategy
intoxicating. I know when she's feeling playful when she puts on a war recording to get me in a good mood. The
first couple months of being married took some adjusting. She did n't like my way of organizing clothes in my
room. There was the dirty pile, the clean pile and the nearly clean pile. The nearly clean pile was used for
emergencies. That system made sense to me. But she had this weird idea that all clean clothes should be hung
up or neatly folded in a drawer. Women, who can understand them?
Two years after being married, our first child was born. I was hoping he would take after me. But he had too
much of his mother in him, I guess. She named him luminous; I suppose I should have gotten the hint then. He
is quite smart but he’s not a killer like me. He's not all bad though, he helped me play a few jokes on his mother.
One time we put a force field around the shower so she couldn't get out, then filled it with a thousand hairy
spiders. She was mad for days. Now every time she see's a spider she gives me a dirty look, and not the good
kind either. There were a few incidents that just drove me crazy though, like family photo day. It took her three
hours to get ready. I'm like I know what you look like already, what's the point. Then it was two hours of
standing and posing. The guy who was taking the holo-photos was a real diva. He was all like “stand here, do
this, stop that.” But I made a mental game of it. Every time he would bark a command I would think of two
ways to kill him. I was glad when it was over. I was down to using pastries and office equipment for the task.
Then there was our infamous family vacation, last year. We travel all the time in my battleship, why do we need
to go anywhere? I should have know better than to take Etan's advice on anything fun. Don't get me wrong he is
a great friend and fun to fight with. But he is too Argarian for my taste. I think I liked him better before he
became such a pacifist. Etan convinced Andrea that we should take our son somewhere called Disneyland. I
wasn't interested until he showed me a poster of a series of contests taking place. It was called the best of the
best. It had a long list of contests to participate in.
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