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Welcome!

This is a roleplay account centered around Anton Chigurh from No Country for Old Men. It is run by @gogositaverse.

Everything posted or replied to here is written in character. If I don't answer, take a long time to reply, or respond with short, cold, or detached messages, please don't take it personally I'm simply staying true to the character. If you have any out-of-character questions, headcanons or scenarios feel free to head over to my main account! Enjoy the roleplay. Or don't. It makes no difference.

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🪙 Anton may or may not respond. There is no guarantee that every ask will receive an answer.

🪙 Replies will remain in character at all times. Expect short, direct, detached, or unsettling responses.

🪙 This account is selective with asks. Some will be ignored without explanation.

🪙 Do not expect casual conversations, comfort, or friendliness. If Anton replies, it is because he chose to.

🪙 Posts will be infrequent. Silence should not be interpreted as inactivity.

🪙 This account is purely for roleplay and entertainment. Nothing posted here should be interpreted as reflecting the views or personality of the account owner.

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Not everyone makes it to the other side.

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Anton! I have to ask, how's your arm doing after the car crash?

How do you know about that?

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I’ve wondered about your philosophy for awhile now, the bits and pieces that move your forward and such— but I’m confused on one thing.

Why you?

Why are you the one in charge of carrying out fate’s will? Why not someone else? What makes you worthy of doing so?

You don't understand the nature of things. To ask, Why me? is to assume there was a choice. That someone decided I was the right man for this. That isn't what happened. I wasn't chosen. I simply am. If it hadn't been me, it would have been something else. A stray bullet. A driver who failed to see the curve. An illness that arrived without warning. The instrument changes. The outcome does not. Every decision you made led you here. I am not the cause. I am the consequence. There is no merit in it. No pride. No cruelty, either. There is only an order that most people refuse to see.