"Alright, so that's the gist of everything we know," Sergei summarized, making the readers who haven't been paying attention have no idea what's up.
"Hmmm... is that so? I agree." I stated. Lord knows I haven't been paying attention either.
"Wow. I underestimated you, Ennui. You're more of a man than meets the eye." Amere smiled wryly. Her golden locks fell unkemptly for the first time. She brushed them back.
"Thank you" I blushed against my will.
"Your sacrifice will not be forgiven. When we get back to the real world and murder those clowns, we will sing of Ennui the martyr." Sergei slammed his fist on the granite table, muscles trembling.
"Hmm... Can we run that plan by me again?" I cocked my head at a weird angle.
"Certainly. Once we get back to the real world, we will storm our local legislative buildings with firearms and set them ablaze. Then, we'll make a coordinated assault on the agencies that forced us here. Last, we'll take the capital." Sergei explained.
"No.... the other plan." I worried.
"Oh. We're gonna use you to bait the Imitator." Amere polished her sword. Everyone else wore cloth and leather armor and had stick-and-stone-based weaponry. Brass, Obsidian, and Bone. Where did she get iron?
Ah shit. I dun goofed again. Well, it was a fine plan, though. The moment I uttered outer god, that fucker was running me down like I was a globe salesman at a Flat Earth convention. I still needed to weasel out of it.
"Can I pass on my skill to anyone before I go see Grandma again?" I begged, hoping to pass on my shit to some hapless substitute. All around, heads shook.
I lied. My grandma was gonna outlive the queen of England. That woman taught the Egyptians how to write hieroglyphs then trolled the world by forgetting what they mean.
"We'll discuss our strategy at the town hall tonight." Amere looked excited for the first time. And like that, I was dragged along into their harebrained scheme. My odds of survival weren't high, but neither are my chances of getting away.