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THE DEATH CANNOT DIE

from a young age. i grew into a man of unimaginable skill that would bring atrocities to their knees and would treat it as a weekend pastime. unspeakable horrors would occur if i ever decided to use my full strength, if i punch or kick something with everything i had to give, i'd wipe them and their entire race out of existence in an instant. This is why there are no spiders in RE2's remake and why zombies didn't fuck with me while i was taking a nap in the sewers, one spider got too close to me. then i kicked his leg out in my sleep (i can't hold back while sleeping) and all the giant spiders just ceased to exist, one zombies saw this and still had enough intelligence to know that the sleeping man with the red tinted gas mask was one they should avoid. some, my oldest allies would speak of a man who after a terrible tragedy, would travel the world as a mercenary, appearing suddenly. aswell as single-handedly destroying mutated BOW scum, then..gone