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[hate-me-pleaseo]

Kroy yeld before the high expression and slim smirk of the JUDGE

KROY: i yield before ye as i come to repent

JUDGE: flesh architect are ye? 

KROY: yes that duty was bestowed upon my bloodline, can't escape it oh knight.

JUDGE: I do not trust thy kin, many brother turn a blind eye to your medling of soul, too many brother, but i wilt be diligent and juge thy the fairest

KROY: thank you my lord

JUDGE: what pagant tribe did you once pledge 

KROY: the thirteeth, but i never battled, no blood was shed by my hands

JUDGE but ye used thine gift is it not?

KROY: i did, but only on them comrade. 

JUDGE: so ye sinned! too long we turned our gaze in blasphemer in the like of ye. 

A SHOUT BEYOND THE WALL CAN BE HEARD

XOFF: JUDGES YE HEADLESS CHICKEN

a man with a strange suit come from behind the wall. 

XOFF: what are ye doing over there lad 

JUDGE: don't indulge me  of your senceless pity

XOFF: but ye art no officer of mine, and by golly am i lucky. thy kind may befit a battlefield but no army i say. have a look at thyself, ye would slit the poor lad throat without good old me. 

JUDGE: and i say the like of his befit a beheading, as the Holy scripture dictate/

XOFF: they don't say shit. ye want to play this game. lets play that game. the here lad has clearly got the will to fight beat out of him, so as im concerned his fate reside out of the punishment for crime against humanity. look at him if he was still selling his unnatural weapon, he would appear much fancier than this sack of shit. 

JUDGE: as if thy judgment cames forth as a proof. stop pissing on our holy laws 

XOFF: so stop pissing me off ye blind scoundrel. my wits may falter but  no so long ago i stood before ye like ye stand before the here lad. so shut thine gullet unless ye want good old me to turn to a piss off corporal.

JUDGE muster all his to not let his boundless rage ransack his old master face : ...................fine sir. but if i hear the here lad ends up one of those warcriminal or worst... 

judge leave.

XOFF: so lad, I'll be honest with you. consider yourself the luckiest bastard in all the waste. 

KROY: thank ye. thy kindness art/

XOFF: i know what you did. do not deny your path transgression. i may be more mercifull than the like of my friend but i am no old fool. i know you where the one who armed the thirteeth using conscience taken here and there and even from friend. but this cardinal sin is looked over for our own arsenal tires, it's not my decision but rather a consensus. you will now obey the NaCi legislation. no more innocent will feed the war machine. be pleased with ye fucking luck.  

KROY now roamed the border of the NACI terrirory only making weapon of biotech only dating back to before the cataclysm. one day a youngster brought with him a big sack KROY: got somethin that might interest ya!

LOW: ay me too

KROY: what are ya selling

LOW: ol pops 

KROY: wha... bu..

LOW: he plenty old. me sure he dated back to old paradise like mom used to say 

since this gruesome encounter kroy installed a sigh "no family allowed" which didn't do much convincing for Low who did'nt know how to read. yet to this day some say he still tryning to sell his grandpa

[hate-me-pleaseo]

first "cannon" character in the Zietgeist univers. Zietgeist is a narrative i am currently fleshing out and planning to release comics about(in the coming years) . it's a project i've been thinking about a lot ressently. it started around my college admission (1 year ago) and i hope i'll be able to make it come to fruition. i really started writing for the artfight descriptions which took the form of short accounts. i'll be posting them here to. why? it's really because my work have more chances to be seen on tumblr and thats pretty much it. if you never do something about it's gonna stay a fantesy so yeah. (english is not my first language so beware the many mistake):

ATHER: the wind carries ashes

 KERIN: aren't we the same? 

FATHER: this world has burned

KERIN: aren't we the same?

FATHER: thou are kindling  

KERIN: i feel sorry for the tender 

FATHER: but you still dreamed of warmth, is it not 

KERIN: yes Father. 

KERIN surrounded by four knight of the Geneva oath in the remnant of massive building

JUDGE: by the code of the NACI, your crimes against the kind of man are to be responded by you imminent execution, you may know it or not know it, but justice has to be served. 

KERIN: i want to live. 

JUDGE: so why did you kill 

KERIN: i didn't 

JUDGE: so where is my brother, witch! 

KERIN: right there

she points at the mouth on her breastplate, the teeths start moving up and down. a shy hollow sound can be heard

KERIN: come clos/

JUDGE:you foul whore! don't mock me, my brother's arm has felled greater foes. 

KERIN:oh but he want to talk to you. are you heartless? 

KERIN stretch her arms in front of her, the pose looks like she's preparing a hug  JUDGE: Stop mocking me!

JUDGE: you are lie!

JUGDE : you are a mockery of a human being!

Judge hands his sword generator 

JUDGE: tell me the truth and i'll make it quick!  KERIN(looking at the mouth): my deepest apologie 

Later.... Kerin flees the building with the severed head of Judge 

KERIN: i'm sorry

kerin starts to sob 

KERIN: i wanted... i just.. wanted to make him join you, i k...k..knew how you very liked him.(pause) I..i ....i will i be enough?