“Fearsome monsters.. Exotic creatures... Vast riches... Hidden treasures... Evil enclaves... Unexplored lands... The word “unknown” holds magic. And some incredible people are drawn to that magic. They are known... as Hunters!”
And what makes these “incredible people” incredible in the first place? Their strength that moves the very mountains themselves? nay. Their killing intent that outmatches that of a thousand men? Nay. Their seer, unchallenged mind that is like no other!? NAY NAY NAY!!!
It’s about being the craziest motherfucker of crazy motherfuckers.
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The sun's heat viciously beats down against you like a hammer against a cold egg, trying with all its might to break your shell and shatter the soft yoke of your mind. The only thing stopping it from doing so is the clothes covering you… Might actually be helping it, if you count the sweaty parts that awkwardly stick to your skin, in the same manner a bandaid sticks over an infected wound. The fabric plastered over your skin, refusing to have it leave its hot, wet embrace…Or would it be more accurate to describe it as the plaster itself? It would work with the flat landscape that surrounds you and how tight the clothes are to you, but then that would leave out the stickiness of the swea-
You give yourself a hardy SLAP with all your might against the side of your dead, throwing yourself to the sandy ground below. And the sandy ground you stay for a good…two minutes? Maybe five? You don’t know how long. You just know that after a while the obnoxiously loud ringing in your ear stopped, along with the bleeding (How is there even that much blood in the ear of all places???). You quickly stand up and dust yourself off, going back to your original post as if nothing has happened. To be fair though, nothing has happened.
…Ok to be honest that might have been a little bit unnecessary, but you can’t be distracted right now! Because right now, any minute, a bus will be coming. And on that bus…rides HOPE! Well not hoe yourself, but YOUR HOPE! And that beautiful hope is going to take you on its back and fly you out of this hell! Right up to the very top! And that hopes name is the Hunter Exam!
By the good God in the sky if you’re not the-
>Man
>Woman
>Man who looks like a woman
>Woman who looks like a man
