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Sorry this took a day, I was bit overwhelmed with the responses. Rewrote a lot. Other parts won’t take as long.
Pure Wins
Charlie Wins by landslide.
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The dull throbbing of pain made its drunkard self known to your temples as it pounded against the confines of the paper thin walls of your skull. Giving in to pain’s demands you force yourself out of whatever slumber you were in.
With an annoyed grunt you turn your head to your side.
Only for a corpse to stare into your very being with impossibly colored irises. Your body freezes. What the h-
“Hey....your pretending too?” A hoarse hushed voice came out of the seemingly dead....thing. It’s amber reptilian eyes bore into your own. It’s green rough skin and numerous bumps along its body gave it a toad-like appearance.
“Jeez, with how fucked up you look maybe your better off as a corpse.” They chuckled softly, in the same small barely audible tone.
“I kid, ugly. Just stay stiff and act like a-“
A white spear suddenly lunges itself through the creatures head, with an inhuman croak the being sprayed you with viscous black viscera from its now tunneled cranium.
Your frozen in place, the white tipped spear is pulled back from the corpses head, it’s wielder looked downward towards you.
Black wings of reapers-cloth stand high over you. Desaturated grey armor houses a grinning thing with a floating crown above its head.
Black horns and a piano like smile and drone an LED like face, it looks down at you with what seems like utter glee. Every part of your being agrees on one thing. To run.
Adrenaline courses through you whilst callused arms springboard off of whatever surface you were on, you ignore the moistness clinging to your form. You make it to your feet which feel oddly wobbly for some reason, as if they are growing as you run. You hobble down a street bathed in harsh red light.
Piles of corpses pack the concrete road, your surrounded by death. A powerful gust of wind knocks you on your ass, above stands the winged killer. Despite your efforts your legs refuse to move, an audience of fear fills your head. Your heart beats in what feels like a rapidly expanding rib cage. Which only serves to heighten the primal feeling inside of you.
True death moves to stab a hole clean through you. But It suddenly halts it’s spear, and looks upon your body with a look of bewilderment. With the same level of confusion you turn your head only to catch a glimpse of yourself in a nearby store window. Who...is that looking back at you?
>A Bodybuilder who encouraged others to improve themselves. (Broken Executioner.)
>A priest whose faith is unwavering. (Biblically Accurate)
>A business man who kept his morals. (Voice of Thorns.)
>Country man who just wanted to grill for God’s sake. (Holy Cylinders.)
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Strength,Magic, Charisma, and Range. If it’s too cryptic.
