Post by Xomb on Jul 27, 2015 11:35:06 GMT -5
Oh God no.
==> Be the psychopathic cultist clown. Although why you'd want to is beyond me.
You are now Xombox Zyltra, an 8 sweep old troll. Born of indigo blood with a chucklebeast lusus, your life has been a veritable hell for all your conscious memory. Maybe it was due to the fact that after the drones built your hive, your lusus destroyed your recuperacoon so you could never understand the soporific influence that quells other trolls darker natures. Maybe it's because you constantly hear a string of murderous words in the back of your thinkpan. Maybe it's because your lusus has always expressed an almost constant need for flesh. Troll flesh. In fact, it was all you had known too. At a very young age your guardian had taught you the arts of hunting and stalking. You loved the thrill of the chase, the inevitable capture, but you soon found that trolls not only represented a source of food for you, but also a source of fascination. A fascination with death. You just found it so captivating to watch the final source of their life leave their eyes. Death is the end, and the start of the truly unknown. In life you can spend your entire existence discovering everything the universe has to offer, but none know what lies beyond the black veil of nonlife. It excites you to no end, watching that flicker of being fade away from their eyes.
But of course, you couldn't just be an sociopathic serial killer the whole time. What kind of sick fucker would you be then? Before long you found the wonders and joys of the grubnet, and the wonderful social contact that it brought. It wasn't too long before you where impersonating trolls on other spots on the hemospectrum to lure them to your hive. Prey had become scarce in your area due to your and your lusus' rampages and you had to find another source of food, not wanting to leave the vicinity of your hive. Before too long you became a devil with a digital silver tongue, one who could get along with anyone and everyone without them ever knowing the real you.
It was around this time when you discovered the teachings of the Capricious Minstrels. You don't even exactly remember how you stumbled upon them, all you know is you heard one of their songs and after that you were hooked. You were plagued with a nearly religious fervor for the duo, scouring the corners of the grubnet for any scrap of their music. It just spoke to you. The things they said made sense. It was like they had written their lyrical stylings specifically for you somehow. They spoke of the wicked, the evil, the twisted, the sick, the deranged, the psychotic. How could you possibly not fall into this group? How could you not love a group that writes entire songs about killing motherfuckers? It was just a perfect match.
It was because of this new style of yours that you began to actually become you. You struck out on the grubnet as yourself for once in an attempt to find others like you. You found them. The Subjugglators. They accepted you immediately, and it was then that you began to have actual physical interaction with other trolls without violently mutilating and dismembering them. You learned the concept of fun and having a good time. You found yourself falling in love with soporific substances and a lessening in the murderous rage that consumes your being. Before too long you found yourself involved in some rather nefarious activities due to your clique of interaction, you found yourself bulge deep in Alternia's underworld. Your skills in murder and a newfound love for torture proved very useful, and before long you found yourself with a vast quantity of wealth and a plethora of seadweller contacts.
Some of your interests include technology in general, video games in particular, action, horror, and comedy movies, comic books, reading novels, and writing. You host your own blog detailing your murders, complete with videos. You spend a lot of your time "making movies" and posting them to your blog and you have established something of a cult following due to the creative ways you have found to terminate troll's existences. You have always had a passion for martial arts and have practiced it regularly throughout your life, most of your time not spent on your blog devoted to exercising and honing your skills. You use a RANDOM modus, always have and not entirely sure why. In fact, you're not entirely sure why you do any of this. You just know that you do. It feels natural. You feel no need to change, and there doesn't seem to be any hope that you will.