From all across the globe there exists rumors and Tales of creatures that stalk the darkened recesses of the planet.
Those that know of there existence rarely speak about them and when they do it is in hushed and fearful whispers. For despite there tall forms and size, they are an elusive and quiet breed, silently slithering through the darkness in search of their prey. When a victim is found the creatures may wait days or even months, stalking and waiting for the perfect moment to strike, all the while toying with them and slowly forcing there targets into a maddened mess of paranoia. When the time finally arrives to strike, These demented hunters take childish joy in the victims torture, making the ordeal last for as long as they can.
Over the centuries of their existence each one has adopted a persona and title befitting their favorite method of torture and death
From the Composer, who crafts a unique and beautiful symphony of music for each of his clients that only they can ever hear. said clients being found days after, the delightful song piece etched into the victims form.
To the Surgeon, who has become obsessed with seeing how much of the human body can be taken away before the person is no more.
or even the collector, who never forgets to take a souvenir from every job.
And many, many more.
but one thing that sets them apart from other horrendous beasts of the unknown is perhaps, there motivation. for despite their actions, These specters of death made flesh fancy themselves as being creatures of justice of all things. The lives they claim are ones that they regard as guilty and deserving of their fate. From thieves, to killers, to abusers, to any other immoral act under the sun, these abominations see fit to take the wickeds life.
No one knows how they can tell the difference between the guilty and the innocent, some say they can pear into your memories and see your past horrid deeds. Others say they can see all your wrong doings as a black smog hanging over you, And then there are those that believe that there is a force, weather mortal or otherwise, that is Guiding these creatures. Whatever the reasoning is, these chaotic stalkers of the night seem fixated, almost to the point of obsession , on cleansing the world of its evils, even if it must be cleansed in red.
And by what name do we call these abominations, these large yet silent monstrosities! they are named after there inhumanly wide Smile, the only part of their faces not obscured by old clothes or ill kept wrappings.
they are known as:
The Grinning Men.
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Introducing a monster of my own creation, The Grinning Men, Blood thirsty monstrosities with a moral campus.
I definitely plan on doing more with these guys in the future so look forward to that
