What happens when a highly skilled, albeit lonely, programmer and a poor scraggler too worried about coughing up enough for the day's next meal meld together as one at death's door? I'd tell you it's likely someone that's a little too keen on the joys of life and all that the world has to offer instead of society's many faux confinements.
Let's find out what this means when the world is rife with all manner of supernatural wonders and crazy magi that are all too keen on cutting open 'specimen'.
Guns and swords or magic? 
Why not both?

Alr, I posted a new fic, go check it out.


Chapter 157 - Shameless Plug