One time, Euzebe gave me a fly. It appeared out of nowhere in my collection, a clear sign of Her omniscient powers. I gave it food and shelter, clothed it, bathed it, and accepted it like it was one of my own. Because of its homeless nature, and its cute little glowing posterior, I proceeded to call it Glow-Bum.
We had some great times, I would teach him the art of battle, how to be annoying like the cool flies he idolized, and he would tell me stories of times past, of the glory days before his enlightenment. Living off Jungo
excrement, chilling with other flies inside the bodies of members of the Nightmare
clan, putting out with Lady
flies at the Pussycat HQ, wild drunken excursions with Oryon
. Good times, good times I tell ya.
But, as cliche as it sounds, everything eventually comes to an end. I fell on hard times begging outside the Uppers
building (I got pissed on by a dog who came out of a limousine once, not cool at all), sold a kidney to the GHIEST, and even lived with the Roots
Glow-Bum couldn't take it any longer and offered to sell himself for me. I declined feverishly at first, but eventually gave in. I mean, I don't think anyone could after 2 weeks of eating your own... lets not go there. I went with him to the slave market, my heart at my feet, and put him up for a meager 100 clintz. ''Believe, Medivh. Fate will bring us back together.'' The last words he and I shared, as he was dragged away by the Frenchman who had just bought him.