Bloodstain

Bloodstain

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jun 27, 2018
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In that moment all fear was gone, all instinct of hesitation now absent, all sense of humanity dead. He was no longer a victim, no longer righteous and free of sin, no longer a man. Who he once was is now drowning in the puddles of blood he left behind, silenced by the screams of the souls now haunted in that building. He was no longer bound by morality. He was no longer confined by humanity. He was now the vigilante known simply as Bloodstain.
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A grimdark Vampire LitRPG When the world "died", it wasn't with the trumpets of Apocalypse blaring, or the ground sundering to reveal the molten heart beneath. It was sudden. A spasm. A stroke. But endings do not exist, only new beginnings. And Earth did not end, it only changed, melded with a dying world into something different and infinitely more unforgiving. Mist now blankets the world. Within it, the dead walk and hunger. Outside it, obscene perversions of humanity stalk the land or lie hidden in the shadowed crevices, ready to ambush. There's no chosen ones here. No cheat skills. No easy-mode. There's only the danger and those with the grit necessary to overcome it. For Jon, the hellscape that Earth has become marks a chance. A chance to be more than just the abandoned orphan, slowly rotting away in the slums, that he's been for the last 18 years. After all, what did he have to look forward to in the old Earth? A lifetime of poverty and scraping every cent he could, just so he could avoid becoming another burn-out rotting in a ditch? The world's gone to hell in a handbasket? So what. The name of the game hasn't changed. Survive today, so you can see tomorrow.

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