Post by Skipper Halberd on Oct 27, 2015 17:19:22 GMT
Skipper Halberd
FACE CLAIM: Natalie Dormer
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AGE: 24
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Demisexual
GROUP: Wanderer
POSITION: Ex-Hunter,UnemployedWE ALL HAVE A STORY...
what's yours?
Dear Last Testament and Will,
At least that’s what I feel like I’m writing out. I’ll be dead sometime. I’m not bitter about it. In this world, death would be a lot better. Too bad I’m a masochist and seem to like living so much, or I’d gladly join the millions of dead that’ve already gone before me. But I’m getting off track and there isn’t that much paper.
Basically I’m just writing this down incase I die and some idiot comes along and finds my body. Of course, I’ll probably put this note somewhere else, but whatever. I’m writing down all the messed up shit I’ve been through and seen just so someone knows one day. I sure as hell am not telling anyone. I don’t trust people. Except whoever finds this note I guess. Then again, I’ll be dead by then most likely so it won’t matter. So let’s move onto the juicy stuff.
I was born a Furrina. Not sure who my dad was. He just fucked my mom and moved on. Not like I cared in all honesty. My mother taught me how to hunt and everything, so I didn’t need him. He was just the sperm donor. Anyways, I grew up with the rest of the idiot kids and was fine for the most part. Eventually they took us on this raid as our ‘coming-of-age’ ritual or something. It went as expected and I got to kill some people.
Did I feel bad about it? No. Do I feel bad about it now as I’m writing this? No. They died. The end. People die all the time now, and some of them even turn into monsters. Why should I feel bad about killing? Is it going to send me to hell? I’m already in hell and I’ve seen the devil’s room up close and personal. Trust me, you’re in his gardens right now. At least I just killed swift and simple. The others took people back for sport, or tortured them there.
If some kid finds this, put this down now and tell an actual adult about it. Since I’m dead I’m gonna write some of the gory detail. Actually, I guess it doesn’t matter since I’m dead. Go ahead and read and get scarred. I guess I won’t care anymore on the account of being deceased.
The things they did were worse than anything a demon could do. Only the devil’s most sadistic fantasy could compare. Don’t believe me? Once they skinned a man’s legs up to his knees and forced him to walk ahead of us or else they’d stab him in the back like they were prodding an animal forward. Needless to say the guy only made it a quarter of the way back before he dropped dead. Guess my “brethren” forgot he needed blood to walk. Not like they cared. And that was only a piece of it. We had torture tools, little fun “Toys” to use on the victims we decided to take home. This guy named Chuckles handled them. Let me tell you, that guy never lived up to his name better than when he was sticking a hot poker through someone’s eye or seeing how much of a person he could remove before they died.
But honestly the worse things they did happened to the children. I always made sure to kill them before anyone could capture them. You might think I’m a bastard for that, but you have no idea what I saved them from. A lot of the boys liked their fuck slaves young. Figured they were easier to shape into what they wanted. I’ve seen the result of their “training.” The kids turned into well trained cows: no emotion, no intelligence, no fight left in them. They just accepted their sorry lot in life. And when their master got tired of them, they’d capture a new kid in a new raid and kill the old slave to start anew.
I think that’s what threw me over the edge. I got so sick of seeing the kids. I hated seeing them crying and then a few days later just silent and beaten into submission like a dog. All my “siblings" were just happy and pleased as hell to have tamed their little pets.
So I went on a rampage in the middle of the night and just started killing everybody. I didn’t even care if I died anymore. I was just so angry and took as many of the sick bastards with me as I could. I killed everyone who came close. Guess I should mention I was a master with a double-sworded spear (I think it’s called a polearm too or something). I’m not bragging, it’s a fact. I wouldn’t have lived long enough to write this if I wasn’t.
Hell, was I lucky I choose that night to kill everyone. Turns out some Bast and mercs or something were coming in to kill off my clan. Surprise surprise when they found half of them dead already. I was “spared” and they let me go free. Probably for doing most of their job. After that I just sort of wandered. Eventually I found some dog I named Fleabag since he wouldn’t leave me alone. At least he’s better than people. I’m tired of dealing with people and all the emotions they bring up.
Because I’m going to be honest. Real brutally honest. I’m broken. I think I was born broken and everything just screwed me up even more. I don’t feel anything any more. Not like most people do. They might as well have killed me back when they found me. I’d feel much more right as a corpse.
But whatever. I’ll still wander. I’ll still fight. Maybe that’s just the bitterness in me, or my stubbornness. I’ll keep going until something finally puts me to rest. Like some godforsaken spirit of the wastes. Sounds pretty pathetic, now that I write it down. But wherever I died, because that’s what I’m assuming since you found my Will, I hope I went out with something worthy enough.
I’m supposed to give something in these things too. Leave something behind to my “successor.” I guess that’s you.
Well successor, to you I leave behind the Hell we (or you) now call our home. With all it’s pain, shit, and hardships. Who knows, maybe you’ll lead a better life than I did. Wouldn’t be too hard, to be honest. My only advice is this:
Live with no regrets. Because in this sadistic little game we call life, it sure doesn’t care what you do. “Good” or “Bad,” we all end up in the same place. Dead.
-Skipper Halberd, Deceased.BEHIND THE MASK...
who are you really?
SAMPLE: ^^^^^
USERNAME: QUEEN VIBRE, or Wiz the Liz is fine too
AGE GROUP: Oh I’ll never tell
EXPERIENCE: Level 9999 Wizard
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? In the most awkward stumble-upon I’ve had since I walked in to find my friend breakdancing on his kitchen table (He fell and broke it, btw. It was terrifying and glorious all at once)
