A brief history of the new visage that is the drifter.2.0
I come from the outer dark regions of paradox, not a killer nor depraved psychopath nor mindless murderer rather an angel of death working not for man nor god but for entire galaxies.
Complete star systems at my beck and call, I do not take collected souls to heaven or hell...I am not this kind.
I am merely the spirit of casualties, the spirit of war, the enigma of death itself.
A ghost on the battlefield, haunting you until I rip your soul from your eye sockets and carry it to Paradox
Don't fear the reaper
“The dance of death...gruesome and rotten in its own ways. Something humans mock in film, television and other forms of entertainment daily.. The humans fascination with the cold embrace has puzzled even I for eons...but to be fair death is if anything inescapable. But this morbid curiosity will only lead to further depravation.
The question is
How far will one man go?
I swore that this planet would be my last to destroy. Every last human on earth would feel Paradox's hell. At last they would understand deaths true meaning and this true meaning will be hammered into them starting with the death of a small mutant girl..."