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@riipxndtear
ARE YOU READY TO RAZE SOME HELL?
Indie-Canon Divergent Doom Multi-muse| 10+ years of RP exp
Explores Themes Of:
Survivor's Guilt | Revenge | God Complexes | Loneliness | Regret | Hunger for Power | Desire for Closure | Savior Complexes | Shame | Violence | War | PTSD | Fate | Magic | Science | The Nature of Humanity | The Nature of Personhood | Loss and Grieving| AND BIG FUCKING GUNS!!!
Written by Boogey
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i need to calm down
OOC: Do I personally headcanon that Doom Slayer would absolutely adopt Huntrix and be their big tuff and supportive father??
Yes! Yes I do.
Am I one of those people?
Why yes! Of course I am!
Doom Guy gets a slingshot, and a satchel full of marbles.
A slingshot
Many of the alien races the Slayer had encountered across his interdimensional raids would think this a "primitive tool."
Just a wooden stick with some fickle string attached. They'd probably discard it the first chance they had.
Fools.
Yet, neither disgust nor ridicule was present in the Slayer's silent contemplation of the slingshot, resting in his palm. He held it carefully with grace and ease that seemed familiar only to him.
His mind drifts back to a simpler time, to a world long since lost to him, not just physically.
Scarcely did he remember his younger self running through freshly plowed corn fields, running through lush, verdant forests hunting grouse with a slingshot he had made of birchwood and a rubber band.
His ammo of choice? Steel ball-bearings gifted to him by his father- A father who the Slayer can no longer remember the name or face of. Only the surname which has haunted his subconscious for thousands of untold aeons.
Blazkowicz
Most would think such a little thing is useless. But to the Slayer, it is a reminder. That even the smallest and measly of things-have so much more meaning than one would think.
Two massive fingers reach into the satchel, taking out one marble. Admiring the colors before stringing betwixt the rubber and pulling it back. Keen sharp eyes honed through septillion years of ceaseless war, aim true to its target.
A devil munching on a carcass about 300 ft from his location.
Unbeknownst to the little carrion, it would be its final meal, as a marble shot at incalculable speeds ripped right through it's eyeball and out the back of its skull.
The devil screeched and writhed as it fell backwards from such impactful force, blood and viscera splattering forth in a gory spray of crimson and shattered bloody bone.
@fantasyconcrete
⛧HIS TIME IS NOW⛧
In the first age, in the first battle.
All life across the realms teetered on the brink of annihilation. Darkness spewed forth, and from the deepest fiery pits of Hell, they came.
Hell born monstrosities forged by hellfire and tempered in the blood of the weak. They crawled from the portals, teeth and claws gnashing and slashing, fire spewing from their maws, flesh fused with metal and weapons of war.
Thus began the Great Theomachy!
Empires fell, pantheons crumbled, planets burned.
The infernal blood lust of Hell stretched forth to the boundless reaches of time. Calling forth the Old Ones, they conjured their dark magics in hopes of restoring their Dark Master.
The hope of humanity flickered like a dying ember.
But then, out of the shadows--
ONE STOOD.
An out lander stepped forth, armed with steel and ravenous hatred FOR EVIL.
With his shield, he slew the lords of the damned, throwing it with such force it cut through their numbers like a saw! Without mercy!
He had a weapon so fierce it could slay any demon. A harrowing double-barreled blunderbuss that delivered his righteous fury with fire and buckshot!
He did not merely fight the darkness, HE HUNTED IT. When Hell grew desperate and sent a leviathan, a demon of mountainous size and power, to destroy him.
He only stood there, undeterred, unafraid, and destroyed the Titan.
He chose the path of perpetual torment, and in his vengeance, he found no peace. And with boiling blood, he scoured the Umbral Plains, seeking justice against the dark lords who had wronged him.
And those who tasted the bite of his sword gave him a name. A name that would forever be feared by the wicked. A name so terrifying to demon kind that the mere mention of it causes their numbers to flee!
........THE DOOM SLAYER
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