you gasp for air, out of breath from your battle. why on earth do all the demons down here hate you? they seem like perfectly civilised, if slightly terrifying citizens. you continue along the path, mesmerised, as you stare at the red, fiery world around you. this journey has been incredible, life changing, and eye opening. but you cannot wait any longer, Cardboard needs you, and you need her! as you walk briskly along the ornate bridge, when suddenly, you notice a short, chubby figure running towards you in the distance. you prepare yet again for battle, but as the figure nears you, you realise it's not a monster, but a nun. a fat nun. she slows to a halt, bending down as she catches her breath. "it's, okay, not going, to hurt, you." she pants. "umm, who are you?" you ask, confused. she regains her breath and replies "the name's Big Bertha, former Whitness of the Satanic Cult of Whitney Houston god rest her and lord bless her name." you raise an eyebrow. "former Whitness?" you place a hand on your jet whisk, just in case she strikes. "absolutely right, i am done with that forsaken life of sin." she replies.

"so you AREN'T going to hurt me?" 

"oh no absolutely not, nothing to worry about, just me, old Bertha. anyway, what brings a fellow human like you down to this wonderful underworld?"

"i'm here to vanquish the cult of Whitney-"

"god rest her and lord bless her name"

"-and free Bonwick from their reign." 

"well you sound like my kind of person, anything i can do to help?"

"really??"

"oh absolutely, i am not proud of my membership with that group, and i will gladly help you take them down."
"well, thank you! just where exactly ARE the cult?"

"the fortress lies just beyond!" Big Bertha answers, pointing into the distance, and from the dark fog, the looming figure of the fortress of S.C.O.W glares from the horizon.

"well that's where we're going."

"to glory!" Bertha cries

you set off towards the fortress. ah my friend, your nightmare is about to begin...

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