Summoned

Disclaimer: Summoned contains quite a bit of explicit language.

Summoning.

A magical and incredible ability, granted to the wearers of summoning rings.
If you possess such a ring, all you need to do is focus, and the one bound to that ring will teleport to you.
Doesn't matter how far away they are, doesn't matter what they're doing...
Doesn't matter if they don't WANT TO.
Doesn't matter if, oh, I dunno, they're ASLEEP or BRUTALLY INJURED or in the middle of a FUCKING CONVERSATION.
...Sorry, this isn't a story about how cool it is to be able to summon a servant to do your bidding.

This is the story of how my life became filled with bullshit.

Maybe I'm just enjoying a nice walk outside, looking up at the sun and almost forgetting that my life's the worst, when suddenly ZSHZSHIIIINNGGG!!!! Brad barks at me to help him cut boards for his home remodeling.

Then, after we finish, if I'm lucky I might get an entire 8 seconds of free time before ZSHZSHIIIINNGGG!!!! Stella and her rock band need me to set up their musical equipment.

Whether it's walking David's night shift as a mall security guard, helping Brenda drag people out of burning buildings, or attempting to protect James from high school bullies, it's safe to say that THIS JOB SUCKS.

At least there's Amy...she never forces me to do anything, and is actually quite nice to me. I think with her help, I might just make it through this year with my emotional sanity intact.
That's assuming my boss, Steve the Demon Lord, doesn't find more piles of shit for me to do.

In any case, my name's Flin Paltwell. Enjoy my modern tale, because I sure won't.

Over 68,000 words, 390 images, and 26 background songs, all made by one crazy guy. About 3.5 hours are complete, representing roughly the first 20% of the story.