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Kill Some Before Death - A K6BD Art Quest

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The gods are dead, you aren't, try not to follow the gods footsteps.
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0 - LET THERE BE NO GENESIS
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    • the Iron General

    the Iron General

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    He/Him



    In a world of what used to be thousands of gods, each so powerful and almighty that they got bored of the greatness that is eternity-so they made everything and all. But now-they rot, and maggots live in their corpses.

    Of angels, hand made by the very gods themselves to be protectors of the meek, savors of the land, and slayers of those who think themselves mighty. Now corpses, peacekeepers who imprison monsters in jails made of straw, and zealotry butchers mowing down weak like cattle.

    And then there's Demiurges, oh great Demiurges. Great heroes of strength and virtue, who split the door that held them out in twain, and thus inherited the holy land as their reward.
    Such power, such grace, such royalty. Look at their power and grace! As they rape the land! Turn men into ghosts! Burn the soil! And claim the ash as their own! Look! At their royalty! Their golden chains they themselves put upon them! As they claim "I! Am! King! Look upon my crown, ye mighty, and despair!" as the shackles they made, bind their flesh! Taking their strength! Twisting their minds! And stealing their breath! Look! Look at our new gods! Look how magnificently they slaughtered themselves!

    …So what are you?

    Pitiful mass of bones and meat, who shall riot and decay no matter how many of the gods you may slay. Pathetic masked servant, oh such power and majesty to be a chained and shackled beast o' burden. A divine of ash, soot and grime, waging a never ending fight on all sides, against both everyone and none. Or are you an immortal who shall never feel the touch of time, so you could sweep the streets forevermore.





    O R A R E Y O U N O T E V E N T H A T ? ! ?

    YOU ARE JUST A PILE OF STICKS AND TWINE HELD TOGETHER BY MUD AND SPIT! SELF RIGHTEOUS AND PROUD BY THE FACT YOU ARE NOT ASH YET??? PATHETIC! TRILLIONS AND MORE ARE DOING THE SAME, EVERY SECOND, AND SEE HOW THEY KNOW THIS AND THUS ACT ACCORDINGLY! THEY ACT AS THE MUD UNDER MY FOOT! BECAUSE THEY ARE! BECAUSE Y O U ARE! ROTTING MEAT! ASH AND FALSE HOPES! SHACKLED AND MASKED! SLAVE!!! YET YOU THINK YOURSELF MORE! YOU THINK! YOU PRAY! IN A WORLD WERE A GODS SPINE IS JUST A LANDMARK! THAT YOU ARE-!



    ][ The Master
    No no no! You're doing it all wrong! Feet squared, back straight, and grip firm! Now, "Give me your money old man," and say it with gusto this time!
    The Master has a better places to be then in this wretched place.


    [] The Beggar
    Eh? Rank of Barron? Wealth beyond my wildest dream? The hells you yappin' about boy? Now could ya please step out of my sun? Wanna get back to my nap.
    A drunken homeless fool who knows they are one, you as The Beggar will boast about your ability to chug a barrel of wine in a minute flat before you even mention your ability to pierce ten men with a wooden table leg.


    [] The Fury
    Blood for the blood god? Heh, as if you'd need some pathetic god to spill this sweet stuff for.
    Less than a beast but ten times stronger then one, you are The Fury. A creature of blood, rage, violence, and a complete and utter love of all three rolled together.


    [] The Law
    They say that the world will cut down any and all fool who try to change it's horrid ways, it looks like you're the fool who's thick enough to try.
    A walking stone pillar of justice, you will use the strength of both to bring The Law to this accursed land.


    [] The Boss
    GOOD LUCK FUCKER I'M BEHIND 7000 GOONS!
    Ok so while you're not the strongest, toughest, biggest, smartest, wealthiest, kindest, anywhere close to good looking-est, or cleanest guy on Throne, but you bet your ass that when you crack a joke you can get the whole joint laughin', and some blokes like to follow ya' around cuz' of it. You're de Boss.

    ][ The Refined
    The Refined has been mugged and shanked for their fine silks in some random ally.


    [] The Hunter
    The separation between man, beast and monster is simple, the difference of commission fee.
    The shadow with teeth, claws and a price. The Hunter is just that.

    ][ The Hunger
    The Hunger has been consumed by it.


    [] The (Ill)Fated
    Oh child of the closed cage, how cruel the world to throw you to the butcher's table.
    You were not made for this world, but have been forced upon it anyhow. May YISUN have mercy on your soul
     
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    • [X] The (Ill)Fated

    Cant help be curious about a classic!
    Im open to all options tho
     
    I imagine the Law Boss would be a sort of authority that doesn't have their power come from being an intimidating criminal mastermind but is in fact a real official of some kind with non-gangster subordinates
    The Boss Law would probably just be a corrupt guardsmen of high rank who commands all their illicit contacts like minions
     
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