Lost Temple of the Muscle Gods, # 23 (Patreon)

Joshua didn’t waste a second. He hopped back through the opening in the wall and grabbed the knife from the alter. He really didn’t even pause a second before slitting open his finger and letting his blood drip into the bowl. There was a part of him that kept saying, “This is ridiculous. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.”

But a far stronger voice in his head was shouting, “DO THIS! The Guardian promised you the monstrously huge and powerful body of your midnight dreams. You want this. You want this more than you want to go on breathing. “

As Joshua watched the blood drip from his finger and into the bowl, he began to wonder how much did he need to give. When would it be enough. When would the changes the Guardian promised start to happen?