In a flash of white light, a naked muscular physique figure appeared in the center of the kingswood.
Blinking his eyes, John the third couldn't help but cursing at the abominable creature that brought him here.
"Fuck i was just nutting to my hentai, who'd though I'd be captured by some freaky octopuse and send here,
"Can't a nigga nut in peace in these days without extraterrestrial shit, or mybe it was those percs... Nah couldn't be I got those percs from of the ground just like my girls...but
thinking about those slimy octopus hands going through his body he shivered in disgust.
Nope fuck no I'm not going to think about that gay ass nightmare... So let's just enjoy These cool gifts.
With a maniac grin, John begin to sprint through the thick woodland vegetation seeking for some flesh to devour and test his fleshcrafting abilities, his enhanced smell leading him on a path straight toward a drug addict hobo.
Well not exactly a hobo, he'd discovered once he devoured him and his memeories, but some peasant hunter, still a hobo in john the thirds vocabulary after all just cause nigga was dripped out with some medieval swagger tunic and sheepskins.
Didn't mean bro wasn't tripping on some lead perc
Damn he was jealous as fuck though, medieval times it was too easy to get wasted
The hobo ex lil hun.. wasnt giving time to get his shit together, his peady eyes staring wide open, as he was crouched down and cleaning his captured deer, before he saw the massive hulking figure charging towards him.
"Dhhdjd kiss mdksajj," lil hun instantly broke out with deadly bars, his body twitching to actions, hands grasping for his dagger, before he made some hip and new dance slash with his blades.
John the thirds wasn't giving some gay ass show either, dodging the slash, before smashing his fist agiant the hobo, causing little X Hun career to come to flames, as he stumbled to the ground in unconsciousness never to awaken again.
Reaching towards him with a an indifferent gaze, John quickly siphoned his energy and flesh, and soul, turning him to a husky, as his flesh melted in front of his sight, before turning to dust.
Memories of the former hunter went through his mind, images of growing in a farm, watching his family die from an outbreak, being taken in by an uncle, learning to become a hunter and finally getting married and having a son, just things which John instantly threw to the garbage.
He only took informations that including the geography and cities, language, everything else he put it to the backside not completely worthless but just not useful at the moment.
For a moment a strange though came to him
'mybe I should change into the hunter, it's not hard for me to turn my flesh into his perfect image, and play the role of a peasant and rise through the rank... Or mybe I should head towards the capital... From what I collected it seem Robert still rules and there has been no news of John aryns death from hobos memory, it wouldn't be hard for me to take over a noble and join the Game of thrones or mybe even a knight... Hmmm
'or strike towards the westerlands.. manipulate old Tywin and become a half bastard of his and watch how the realm deals with that.. haha that would be hilarious... I could also use the young wolfs rebellion to prove my general ship and lead the westerlands and house Lannister to victory..
'lastly should I just abandon westeroses and head toward essos and join daenaery.. so many options what should I choose... Whatever it is, it better included that tight cersei ass.
Chose which path to go forward
Westerlands with Tywin and messing with tyrion. Includes political intrigue with the old lion, kingdom management and maybe some shagging with a little sea pirate, and dealing with those ironborns.
Capital city with boby B and cersei ass, includes political intrigue with little finger and the creepy spider freak.
Essos with daenaery and dragons also includes political intrigue... Hmm I'm starting to see a trail here.
Or for the "Wwinter iS CoMIng" fans my I suggest the north??? Very shocking idea 🙀