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Heeeey... I'm Slaughter.  Let's talk.  You're good with talking, right?

So, introductions and stuff.  I'm Slaughter, one of the Terrible Ten of the Reapers.  In case you missed it... and how in Decora could you... I'm a griffon.  Yeah, we're pretty rare, but if you ask me you're all pretty common.  There's only one me.  ...And there's so many me.

Anyway, don't know much about my childhood.  Don't know if it was so bad I wanted to forget it, or if something during the war blasted the memories out of my skull.  Griffons can live a long time- not like those fucking feduian cheating bastards!  We don't reincarnate and shit.  We just don't die till we're good and ready to.

Sometimes, not even then.

So yeah, I've been around a while, but I don't remember most of it.  I think there was this white light and screaming and... yeah.  That was a couple years ago.  Since then I've been dealing with shit.  Killing people who annoy me.  Eating people who annoy me.  Doing what I want for Big D.  He's technically the boss of the little clusterfuck of merry maniacs I currently belong to.  He gave me the name 'Slaughter' when I killed another member of the Terrible Ten.  You kill one, you're on the squad.  Cool, right?  It was a toss up between Rampage or Slaughter.  Like, some days I still prefer Rampage but eh... whatever.  Point is I got a good life.

Such a great life.  Yippe... skippy... yee... dong... day...

So anyway, I'm bored.  Not quite hungry.  Not quite horny.  I need to do something.  So I might as well answer questions.  I figure some of them might actually be fun to talk about.  Who knows?  So go ahead and ask.

Comments

C_II_R

Are you merry maniacs more nomadic or sedentary?

G Sharp

What's the story of you killing one of the top ten?

Somber

Heh. So here's the story. See, Decora used to be this big muckety muck human city and stuff. Only the picked a war with the Feduians... elves, if you wanna be insulting. The Feduians had Array magic. The kind of magic no one wants to mess with. Humans, though, they have all kinds of technology. Some of it blew up. Some of it blew up really damned well. The two got in a fight and blew the world to hell. Big D, he was a soldier during that war. General, if you wanna believe his bullshit. Claims that the army did things to make him into a damned immortal super soldier and shit. So when the world blows up, he's going around fucking shit up. Then one day he meets this other lot and they decide, fuck it, we're going to make something better. We're going to tame the cursed city! Well, any moron can tell you that didn't work worth shit, because the city is still here and cursed to hell and back. After kicking it into shape for a decade, they all split up. But I think that Big D got nostalgic for having a squad, so he went and got the biggest, toughest bastards and formed them into his own gang, the Reapers. Now, you'll run into all kinds of scum out in Decora, but once you're a certain level of badass, you join the Reapers. I mean... it's just what you do. So all these smaller bands might be nasty, but they never get too big or Big D drops his dick on them and they all die. We operate out of an old sports Arena on the Southern Quarter. Nice place. No one wasted array magic on it, and no one blew it up in the meantime, so it's got a roof and everything. Big D holds tournaments and scraps, and locals come from all over to bet on shit. It's probably the biggest entertainment out there. Every reaper gets a share of the purse so we don't start stabbing each other. The best people are in the Terrible Ten. We're, like, captains of the Reapers. If we want muscle, we get it. If we need weapons, we get it. And we are ready to kick ass any day, because any day some fuckers are going to come looking to take your spot. They're not exactly fair about it either. It's supposed to be one on one... officially... but one guy on the ten wore down his enemy by hiring three mercenary squads before finishing him off. So, yeah, you see Reapers coming, you get the fuck out of the way. It's safer. But generally... mostly... we're not going to fuck with you too much. Easier to take it out in the Arena, you know?

Somber

So, crazy story. I'm a freak. Can't die. Seriously! I can't fucking die. I just grow all the parts back, and if you blast me to atoms, I just come back as a kid. It'd be great if I weren't so damned crazy. But yeah. So after the whole whitey flashy thingy happened, I was kind of out of it. Got captured by these cultists. They put me in a cage and was feeding me to this tentacle thingy to make it fucking sing. Yeah. Fucking... assholes! So this paragriff captain broke me out while fucking over her sister or some shit. I didn't get the details, but I got the fuck out of there. Got her back to her boat, so I figure we're square. Only I don't have a clue what I'm doing or who I am. All I remember is white and being... yeah, white. So I'm trying to figure things out, and what happens but I run into a pair of damned Top Tens. So one is Deus. You know him. Huge cybernetically upgraded griffon from fucking hell. Calls almost every woman 'cunt'? Nasty reputation? He's with this human chick named Frenzy that liked guns. Lots of guns. And swords. And bombs. And I'm not sure if you noticed, but I can get a little... mouthy. Like, there's times I just do shit and don't even remember it! So I guess I picked a fight with them and Frenzy went off on me. So she shoots me... I heal bullet wounds. She cuts my fucking head off. I grow another. She throws a grenade and blows my limbs off, but I just keep on coming because fuck this bitch! Soon she's out of bullets, out of bombs, and I'm pretty sure her sword was dull or something because I get in one or two good slashes and she's done. And I'm about to do the same to Deusfucker. Only Deus just grabs me and impales my ass on a stump. Now, that shit doesn't kill me, of course, but he then plans on burying me alive and suddenly I realize another one of those 'can't die sucks' moment. So I back down. And here's the super freaky thing... like I was pretty sure he was going to cock me up bloody. He does that. A lot. Only he didn't. I think the fucker... fuck... I dunno. Guy's got baggage. Anyway, once I promise to behave, he introduces me to Big D. Big D is impressive with how tough I am, but he wants me able to fight. So I get training. Training from hell. Like, when you can't kill your student, you REALLY push them. So ten years later I am the bad ass Slaughter, here to kick all the asses. Pleased to meet me!

G Sharp

Do you have any close friends in the reapers(or in general)?

Tnpcook

Do you have a preferred wardrobe? Comfort might be easier to reach than expected.

Anonymous

Do you take any sort of trophies from your prey... even if it's just a few small tokens from the few who gave you a run for your bits?