@dark_vengeance_: He's brilliant.
Shogunate's forum posts
6 Years Ago.
"... And after killing and maiming over 60 victims, the serial killer known only as the Shogunate, a name given to him by the website serialsauces.com as a result of his preferred tools of destruction, samurai swords, has finally been apprehended. Federal forces have been unable to uncover anything with regards to his personal information, leaving the psychopathic individual as little more than a ghost. Numerous psychologists have made attempts at discerning the man's motives or modus operandi, a vast majority of his victims left in various states of mutilation for the police, whom he considers his audience. There has been talk of the death penalty, but sources say the unstable middle aged man will be studied at a mental institution for several years before anything of such drastic measure is implemented. In other news, the Mayor has ..."
I'm angry. No. No.
They're already dead? I can't believe it. What is this? Some sick, cruel joke?
Two diseased corpses stagger towards the 6 foot tall man with the overcoat and every inch of skin covered in crude bandages. They'd been zombies for a long, long time. Seated comfortably upon his old, broken sofa, he watches them inch their way forwards, both hands hanging limply off of the armchairs with fingers wrapped around the hilt of gorgeous, intricately designed katana.
This is what I've been reduced to. Clean-up.
They were only a few feet away now, and the man's thumbs slowly brushed his weapons' hilt, calmly slipping the cold steel out of their respective sheaths.
How did they even find this place? Not that it surprises me mindless creatures possess more intuition than the FBI.
Both sheaths fell to the carpeted floor and he straightened up, narrowing his eyes in resentment. They would be upon him in less than a few seconds now, and he waited patiently.
This wouldn't be an honourable death, so allowing their fangs to sink into my precious flesh is out of the question. Just the thought of my form paraded about the place as some halfwit predator is degrading. No. I'm going to have to decimate these fools.
How dare the human race do this to m-
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Three gunshots, straight through the door and into the plagued anatomy's of the walkers, a headshot in each of them allowing the unseen assailant the satisfaction of a clean kill. It was a young man, probably suspended halfway through his twenties, a pistol in each hand. He wore a bloodied bandana across his forehead and greeted the seated man with an initially proud, then bewildered, nod. He stood at the door, caught halfway between the outside world and what he considered a middle aged man's home. His intuitive eyes met those of the bandaged figure and he paused, raising one of his pistols absent-mindedly.
"Wait. Haven't I seen you somewhere before?"
A few seconds stretched out between them and the seated being's fingers tightened coolly around the hilt of his beloved blades. They were razor sharp and he'd often enjoyed the practice of slicing humans up into as many pieces as possible with them. It had been a while since they'd been used, but that didn't reduce their potency.
He gave a curt nod in response.
Perhaps this won't be so bad, after all.
Haha no way got some deadly bruhs in there. Stoked that Merc's in there
- Is a culmination of cloned cellular tissue of: Connoisseur, Charlemagne, Maximus Newcastle, the original Thomas Newcastle, and Mercenary.