Hunting Era

Hunting Era

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The Hunting Era The Hunted or the Hunter There is a select few of humans that can do feats dreamed of long ago. This small portion of humans were once loved like the creatures they summoned, adored, honored, some even held places in the army. As the humans loved the children for their fairy tale creatures, the children loved their fabled creatures. A bond grew between the child and the creatures, making them inseparable. Where there are fairy tales there are hunters. Humans are greedy by nature, just simply seeing these children was not enough. These humans with a dark heart and power hired men who were on par with the children. Soon these hunters grouped together and made a base to collect all the requests that came in, eventually the people would start calling them Hunters as they were. War quickly broke out between the children and the Hunters. The unique children could no longer hold their place in the town and were force to run into the forest. But they did not let that turn them down, having found a cliff-side cave they made a new home. After time these children were no longer sighted, these children were truly Unique.
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It was supposed to be his last day on the job. Unluckily for Killjoy, this crazed, cannibalistic beast tried to make it his last day on Earth. Killjoy had taken this god-forsaken mission for a little bit extra money before he would quit. He was tired. The middle-aged bounty hunter had etched his name across American mythos after decades of killing, gunslinging, and doing dirty work for one too many fat, greedy pigs. It was easy work, but the man can't get any older after years of doing it. And with a wife at home who he visited only so many times he could them on his one hand, and a daughter whose face he can barely remember year to year, it was time to hang up the boots. But when he is told about one job that could potentially set not only himself and his family for life, but for generations to come, Killjoy decides to screw it and do one last mission. The money he made was good, but not enough to last them. The reward? The deed to a gold mine. And the job? To investigate some desolate woods for missing people. It was as easy as they came. What a load of crap. The second Killjoy stepped foot into those forests, he knew something was not right. Desecrated bodies, the eerily empty mines and woods devoid of any light or humans, and the gnawing hunger that grew in him no matter how much he ate through his rations. Something was not right. And when Killjoy laid his eyes on it, he knew it was either fight or die.

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