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This won’t stop me from typing out a “script”. All “sary through the names” will be typed with their mannerisms and views. Like how Hackerz will always see Sary as the witchdoctor. though yeah his outfit changes he will always view him as a being attached to the mystical realm that he uses to interact with the world even when he learns of Sary’s real identity. This happens with everyone except Maggot, though with her.... its a bit different and it will come up if i do get to hers.

He was so kind and fun loving, yet I still couldn’t understand how that beast became this man in odd clothes. I was welcomed with a cup of warm tea and his comforting words about my family when he told me that had I heeded his words I may have still had my family. This said emotionlessly as he sipped his tea, the large wolf’s skull perched upon his head covering his face partially, it’s pelt draped over his shoulders and flowing peacefully down to the floor. Deer antlers protruded from the skull as if they were meant to be part of it like the wolf grew them itself. His soothing voice echoed in the Hut despite the painful words he spewed speaking of my family so intimately. Each word digging into my heart and with each mention of their names a part of me died yet not an ounce of compassion or anything graced his words. He was just going through the motions saying what needed to be said as if it was a script. Anger boiled until I smashed the cup in to the table shattering into many pieces. Not a twitch from him which sent me into a rage filled rant about how he doesn’t have the right to just go through the motions. He interrupted me with yet another cup of tea. This time he sits across from me and with loneliness filled eyes he enlightens me about the many years of life he’s lived seeing everything on repeat. Each iteration always following the same movements, saying the same things, nothing ever changing just as if watching a movie with no opening or ending on repeat for almost forever. He took a sip and told me about a time he moved into the village to protect me and my family and how this change lead to the destruction of the village, or about the time he stopped the murders which caused a chain of events leading to the village becoming a kingdom of love and peace which crumbled into ruin as my descendents brought forth havoc upon the earth. He speaks of my importance and how if he could how he would let me have my family but if that family lives many shall suffer. There were things he said that not even the Gods can change. It was in that moment I understood, he has always made the speech and if he ever deviated things changed into ways he already knew. This was the one path that ends well, those words and actions lead to a better world and life for all. I decided I wanted to see what this future he has guaranteed looked like that needed the death of my family.

Back before I became known to the world as Hackerz; I was a simple peasant with a small family in a gorgeous village. Then one day my life changed, I know clichéd. You see one day an odd man came to me with a warning, I needed to pack up my family and head away from the village. The man was dressed in utter rags and had an aura of strangeness so I ignored him. For a month he continued to try to convince me to leave but why should I listen to a stranger. The last day he just let out a sigh and told me this is my own fault and he wishes me luck. That day my family died, someone broke into our home while I was out in the fields and shredded my family. Kinda like if they were fed into a modern wood chipper. I was angry, sorrowful, lost, anything you can think of I felt for a long time until I was told of the witchdoctor; a person who supposedly stands between the realms and can summon miracles. For months I searched for him but through my travels I hear stories of how merciless he can be ending villages, killing people on a whim, a living disaster zone. The more I heard the more I convinced myself he was the one who killed my family. My travels ended in a dead forest known for beasts and monsters. Beneath a dead tree stood a disheveled hut with strange noises and chanting emanating from it. I opened the door and there stood an towering beast with the skull of a moose for a head. It’s eyes glowed out of the sockets as it danced around the Hut, the pelt of the moose flowed like a cape from the base of the skull, it’s upper arms thin like branches but it’s lower arms were thick looking as if his arms and hand were merged. From the arm were long thin fingers covered in rough flesh and Sharp claws at the tips, his legs followed the same grotesque design. It’s torso was lanky and pale like a starved animal with its ribs and veins visible through the thin layer of skin. Fear overcame me as I stood at the door staring at this creature just dancing around the Hut, then it’s eyes met mine and the jaws of the skull opened wide and darkness spread from its mouth as one of its hands reached up grabbing the lower jaw pulling it and the skull up as if it was removing a mask. Suddenly within the blink of an eye a man stood where the beast once did a smile from ear to ear and a chuckle came from him. This was when I met the witch doctor as he was called back then.